As the two slipped into the water, the blonde found himself lowering his arms and swimming around in the warmth of the liquid. Half of him still wondered how Altima was doing, worried that she would do something to get herself injured or worstâ??kill someone. Probably on accident, because Brand didnâ??t think that they would kill with intent. At least, in his own little world he thought that. Meanwhile, the rest of the world was out for blood.<br/><br/>Valen seemed intent on speaking with the Elvin King, settled on the fact that the old man would help them in some way. In a sense, he wondered why they had to speak to the Elvin King to get his help, but on a closer inspection of those around him, he supposed it wasnâ??t that large of a leap in realization. The people were much too calm about it, no one caring to raise an arm in defense of the world around them as they were almost side-stepped from what was going on. Immortal creatures that saw years pass as if days. And from what Arioch was saying, it seemed as if the counseling of whether or not they would stand up against Vayne had crossed their path before.<br/><br/>A glance at the sky reminded him that the glow they received across the land was of the four moons that orbited around their world, each with a unique hue that reminded him of gems. The slightly reddish-orange one had always, to him, been made of the finest cheeseâ??one day, heâ??d figure a way to get up there and then take a bite if he could. Of course, he wouldnâ??t tell anyone of his outlandish dreams, as they would think him childish and make fun of him. But with such a lovely cheesy color, how could it be made of anything<i>but</i>cheese?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Without you?â?</span>Brand spoke up after hearing that Arioch didnâ??t want to meet the Elvin King with them, before swimming closer towards the Elvin woman. Water lapped around them, his movement causing a ripple of tiny waves. Without thinking of consequences or asking for permission, he maneuvered himself closer towards her and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist. If her body didnâ??t move, then his gently drifted towards hers, as he pulled them close together.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??If you think that your fear would be scented upon, I doubt Elves could <i>smell</i> it. And there is no need to be afraid,â?</span>because Brand had the solution for fear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Iâ??ll hold you until it goes away, okay?â?</span>it didnâ??t even cross his mind that he had misinterpreted her reason for not wanting to see the Elvin King.<br/><br/>Their bodies near brushing at every gentle lull of water and sway, causing what he hope to be a soothing lull of a gentle embrace. It had always been something that had calmed him down, after all. Brand turned his head towards the Wind Masterâ??and he wasnâ??t just talking about gasâ??with a slight frown.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Shall we go find Altima and congregate with her before we head towards the Capital?â?</span>it wasnâ??t day, per se, but if the sun was still able to shine instead of the blocked state it was in, he assumed it would have been roughly midday.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">â??Tsuâ??Ro, youâ??ll join us, wonâ??t you? Not just to the Capital, but our journey?â?</span>the blonde asked softly, caramel orbs swinging to take in the sight of the taller male. He had heard the rumors, had heard terrible stories and fabricated myths on how Tsuâ??Ro had been swayed by Vayne to gut out his heart and present it to the darkened King. But he trusted that the brunette was innocent, because in his mind, if Tsuâ??Ro had been on an assassination mission, he would have struck just moments before.