Still hovering in front of her home, like a warrior guardian ready to defend the innocent, Aica sudden mood change took Elisa by surprise. Tilting her head to the side and squinting her eyes, she peered at the man now reclining on the ground, unexpectedly civil and polite...though still obviously suspicious of her existence and abilities.<br/><br/>She had listened as he berated himself and watched him put his hair to rights, feeling a shard of guilt at her less than controlled reaction. Both Aica and Vesta had lived through a terrifying ordeal. Painful and unjust was a mild way to describe the horrors they had survived not too long ago. She had only picked up a watered down version of the occurrences from bits and pieces that had trickled in from the villages before finding the couple. Those along with the vague hints and slips that Aica and Vesta let slip during arguments or the uneasy whimpers of their nightmares gave her a foggy image of the trauma the royals had survived.<br/><br/>Now he sat patiently, showing her a hint of the man she was sure he used to be, and Elisa once again let go of her anger. Moving closer, she hung above the princes folded knee, her body swaying calmly on the wind. As soon as Aica removed his resting arm, she gently stepped onto the rounded cap, her small feet balancing comfortably. From her perch on Aica’s knee, she was relatively eye level with the Prince without having to further exert herself. The early morning scouting along with her mad dash home had sapped much of her energy, so she preferred her feet to wings for the moment.<br/><br/>Since he was being semi-formal and polite, Eli decided to follow the princes lead. “My name in Elisandra, I am daughter of Alcyone, and granddaughter of Blathnat and Amaltheia, leaders the Angelmoss Resolution Prince Aica and I wish you no harm.” taking a deep breath, she sank down, sitting with her knees pulled up under her chin, trusting Aica to keep her roost steady while they spoke.<br/><br/>She took a moment, staring up into the morning sky, watching as a flock of sparrows used the dusky morning to feed, soaring lazily on the air currents as though tethered to each other, flying in sync until one or more broke the pattern and dove, capturing a meal of whichever unlucky insect happened across. She was unsure how to answer Aica’s question...Eli didn’t understand this need she had to help them either. Mayhap it was the loneliness of the last several years that guided her actions. Mayhap finding people in the midst of catastrophic circumstances was diverting her from her own insignificant issues and mayhap...just mayhap, if she could help them get through the seemingly insurmountable obstacles, then her own would feel easy in compare.<br/><br/>But that wasn’t something she was willing to go into with the prince.<br/><br/>“I’m bored.” Elisa simply replied, shrugging one little shoulder and smiling her best friendly smile. “There is word in the villages of what has occurred, and though many are outraged, whispering with anger and disgust in hidden corners...none seem to be taking any action. When I found you both wondering in the woodlands, I didn’t understand who you were...it’s rumored the entire royal family were murdered, so you understand why it took me a moment,” she was babbling, trying to find a way to ease his suspicions without making herself vulnerable.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath and letting it out with a soft sigh, Elisa tried to control her tongue. It was difficult to reign herself in, it had been a very long time since she had someone other than the creatures of the forest to communicate with.<br/><br/>“Anyway, most humans are encouraged to keep their distance. The villagers close by understand that they can enter the edges of Angelmoss and collect deadwood, berries...whatever they need as long as they don’t encroach or begin to reside within the woodlands. Humans have a tendency to be destructive, prince Aica, and my kind protect that which protects us.”<br/><br/>The sun was finally gaining strength and warming the morning air. Animals foraging, birds screaming and tittering, announced the reawakening of day while all the night creatures snuggled into their homes to sleep away the sun filled hours.<br/><br/>“I don’t want anything from you Sir, I didn’t lend my support because of a title or promise of favors. You have nothing that I have need of, be you crowned and on the throne or in a dirt hovel sitting on the ground. I found two persons, fighting valiantly to overcome the treachery of those they trusted, and thought to ease their burden for a night,” a soft tinkling laugh escaped, recalling his final inquiry. “And I promise you, prince Aica...I have no nefarious plans for you or your blood. I have no witchcraft or power other than my ability to communicate with nature's beings,” she conveniently dismissed her one extra talent as being of no consequence and continued.<br/><br/>Now it was her turn to ask questions.<br/><br/>“So tell me, what are your plans. Will you wander the woods until you run out of luck and fall prey to some creature? Perhaps you have decided to hide and live out the rest of your lives as commoners….or are you going to stop running and start planning some way to take back your home, prince Aica?” Elisandra met the deep grey of his eyes and winced slightly at the light lines drawn beneath his steady glare. “You ask my intentions...well, now I ask you of yours.”