Catching herself in the air after tumbling from her kneecap perch, the tiny sprite observed the man in front of her. Frustration, anger and desolation. Elisa could feel the many tones of emotion tinting Aica’s words as he answered her query. Above all else, the desperate need for vengeance was a charcoal streak of darkness corrupting his soul, the very essence of his being. Until the prince started on a path to correct the travesties done unto he and his wife, she doubted he would be able to focus on anything else.<br/><br/>Her hands flicking at non-existent dust on her little moss dress, dislodging a few delicate white blooms onto the forest floor below. “Well, I’m relatively certain this camp belonged to hunters before they themselves became the hunted...but if anything lay buried still, it will most likely be damaged or destroyed,” swaying lightly on the breeze and absently finger combing her long strands of hair, Eli tried to think of some way to help the prince onto a path that could advance his cause.<br/><br/>“Do you know of the village not far to the west from here, perhaps a half day's travel? Well, I think it would take you half a day...yes well, it’s the settlement I hear most of the rumors and stories about humans...and where I heard of you and Vesta,” she was unsure of where her information would lead, but thought perhaps Aica might somehow recruit people to his cause. At least if they could get them away from the dangers in the town. “It’s probably not safe for you to enter yourself, the leader is a tyrant that keeps the villagers under his control with fear and terrifying tactics, but if we lead a few of them away, you might be able to convince them to join you?”<br/><br/>Aica got very quiet, making Elisandra a little jittery. She could tell he heard the information she had handed him, but she wasn’t completely confident he was capable of logical reasoning after everything they had encountered. “You can’t of course just barge in and start making demands, you understand this price Aicanassë? The despot in control has drafted all the strong males and formed a private garrison. The few that have disagreed or rebelled have been disposed of, or their families threatened,” flying closer to the mullish male, hovering so close she was glaring into his left eye.<br/><br/>“I understand you have been accustomed to a degree of obedience before any of this happened, but don’t be fooled into thinking you can easily invade the bully’s territory and start commanding everyone. You should take the time and plan how best to approach this opportunity, speak with your wife perhaps? Vesta seems to be more than a figurehead, Sir, and gaining her advice or opinions would not hurt anything, yes might even give you a smidgen of patience you are currently lacking.” Eli didn’t wish to wound the delicate frame of civility they were tiptoeing on, but she needed to attempt to keep him from flying off in a fit of wrath. Watching Aica’s expression, the little fae worried she’s made a grave error.