With no move to stop her from going about her way Argent took off to her own amusements and play, not looking back toward the King. She would know if he called for her. He owned her. More than just a physical ownership of the collar around her neck there were magical laws that governed how that kind of ownership worked here in the hells. She could be on the other side of the palace and know he called for her even if he only whispered the summons. She'd feel it in her bones and even if she tried to fight it her feet would take her back to him.<br/><br/>She wouldn't have the bad manners of fighting it though. She had been trained better than that. She knew better than that.<br/><br/>So she ran lightly between plants and trees, past creatures, each step sure and practiced and carrying her safely between the hidden traps and catches of the place. She'd known these gardens since each plant there was but a seedling. Maybe since the plants they had replaced before were seedlings. She didn't know. In her flight though something caught her notice. Something was out of place. Something that resonated in her own soul different than the many hells around her. She glanced around, not seeing her king, and then seeing it. High in the tree. Something that called to her soul in a way nothing in hell could.<br/><br/>She didn't move to go to it though, nor did she call out a warning. A weapon didn't warn it's wielder of danger or seek out a different warrior for use. She just stared for a moment then went back to chasing after the white puffy pollen spores a flower puffed out for her to play with. This was a matter above her.