The creature drifted closer and for a moment Aica feared it was preparing some sort of spell or ensnarement.<i>Where the hell was Vesta when he needed her?</i>Even though his wife’s powers were currently restricted, she still possessed a hell of a lot more understanding about such things than he did. However, the little wisp merely fluttered onto his knee, no taller than his calf and introduced herself ever so politely, causing his lips to almost,<i>almost</i>, quirk into a smile. “Well Elisandra,” he replied, as the creature took a moment to observe her surroundings, “My name is Aicanassë Larenzac, Prince of Ostavia, third son and child of late King  “ He introduced himself, with a measure of pride.<i>And why not? Names is all he had left in this world, even if there was only shit attached to them now.</i><br/><br/>Being told the sprite was only dealing with them out of boredom did not win her any points. Aica’s expression immediately went dark and he tensed up.<i>My life and troubles is now entertainment for fuckin’ forest nymphs? Maybe this place does need a forest fire...to renew itself.</i><br/><br/>Anger and disgust...now that was news to Aica. The overthrow had happened so fast it felt as if the whole world was against him and his family. But to hear that not everyone was happy with it was somewhat comforting, though it was quickly washed away as it still amounted to the same…<i>nobody is doing anything to help us. What use is anger and disgust if not acted on?</i><br/><br/>The creature might have thought she was babbling. To Aica this was all news, news he was not aware of. And he was thoughtful on it.<br/><br/>She had a genuine spirit of kindness which he could tell, whatever her description of her intentions were. He still didn’t trust her to not use magic when his back was turned though. He still half suspected Vesta used some sort of witchery herself during their marriage. How else could they not have had any children?<br/><br/>Mere kindness, though grateful, was not what Aica needed. Or at least he thought so. Now Elisandra wanted to know his plans and he felt his anger spike again. How many times had he this same argument with Vesta? His expression nearly broke into a snarl before he controlled himself, suddenly shifting and displacing Elisandra from her perch on his knee as he rose to his feet and brushed himself down, as if it would make a difference on his dirty, ragged clothing.<i>His plans? To wait for some sign, some hope, that might help him reclaim his birthright and take revenge for his family...and wife?</i><br/><br/>Aicanassë had no idea.<br/><br/>“Revenge.” He answered, with all the spite, fury, and promise of threat he had in him. It was darkly muttered, so that even to him the bright sun and cheerful chirping around him faded as if to a far distance. “Don’t tell me what I already know, wisp. No creature is more deadlier than any human and I have survived the worst they could throw at me. I will not hide, here or in some other safe place, as my wife so desires. I will stay and fight until the last breath emits from my body. And any who stand in my way will receive only my blade in their wretched guts. This I promise you, wisp, and anyone else who doubts me.”<br/><br/>Aica drew his knife and held it in his hands, wishing so much it was a sword. He had it out in his mind, a plan, a strategy, and it all hinged on a simple object once so common. A sword. The instrument of war and death. That was all he needed. From one he could birth many. “You’ve given me much to think on, Elisandra. And I thank you for it, for what you did for me and my wife. I will not forget it, you alone being the first to aid us while so many stayed away.” Aica said, glancing at her momentarily, a finger tapping the side of his brow to emphasize how her kindness will always be remembered there, before returning his focus to the need at hand.<i>Death.</i><br/><br/>“But if you do not intend to help me further, then I think we have no more business. Unless you know where I can find swords, spears, even a bow, I do not know what else there is for us to discuss. I have a need of only revenge and death, things which do not belong in your happy forest.” Aica said in a lower tone, sighing as he kept his eyes upon the short blade resting in his palms.