<span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-style: italic">The nausea was passing, and color returned to Zarya's face. She felt more like herself; steady and clear of mind and thought. Not for the first time (and undoubtedly not the last) she cursed silently her promise to undertake this search for her kin, two people she hardly knew. As a child, she'd highly romanticized her parents, imagining them to be generous souls who traveled to various realms in order to aid people in trouble. The cold, hard truth of their greed had been a difficult thing to come to terms with.<br/><br/>The hungry way in which Alucard looked her up and down, was something she couldn't see for what it truly was. Spending so many years out in the fields and forests, learning the ways of herbs and the like, had severely sheltered her in the ways of man and beast. Grandmother had been such a caring woman, so generous with her time, and so endlessly patient, that Zarya assumed most people were like that too. Save her parents. They were a special kind of horrible, in her eyes, and surely not the norm.<br/><br/>As he spoke the name of this realm, it meant nothing to her, but a slight smile had twisted her lips when he pointed out her careful way of speaking. "My Grandmother was highborn. I am afraid she was my greatest influence, in so many ways. A shame that skipped a generation." The smile fell now, for a brief moment. She realized that the thought of her mother and father possibly being dead, filled her an emotion she didn't quite recognize: a little guilt, a little sadness, a little regret...all mixed up into one.<br/><br/>Although, she couldn't understand why her manner of speech should pose a problem anywhere, let alone wherever 'here' was, she made a conscious effort to relax her diction as she continued on. "My parents would have followed any trail or story they might have heard, that promised riches. And I wou... I'd appreciate any help you're willing to offer." She flashed a grateful smile at Alucard, and without hesitation, gracefully slipped her right arm, through his left - after all, isn't that how a gentleman escorted a lady? - and looked up at him. "Any idea of where we might start?"<br/><br/></span></span>