Neiva felt as though the darkness was crawling under her skin, like an itch she couldn't scratch, making her feel as though she wanted to crawl out of her skin. Despite the slight discomfort, her face held the same gentle grace it always did as she approached the tall tower that grew out of the darkness like a weed that fed on the shadows, wiping out any light that dared to creep into the land.<br/><br/>There was no obvious entrance to the tower, yet moments after she had arrived the shadows gave way to Dardanos. She stood her ground, appearing unafraid as the imposing figure approached her. "Of course. I told no one of my departure, let alone my destination." the queen responded in a matter-of-fact manner, although her voice remained gentle. "I assume you are going to tell me why it is that you've proposed such a meeting now?" it was spoken as a statement rather than a question.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Eira hid herself as best she could, trying her best to keep her presence from being noticed. When the figure emerged from the shadows and approached her mother she wondered if this was the devourer she had heard about from the great war that had destroyed this kingdom. When he asked her mother if she had come alone Eira got the feeling that he had sensed another presence, namely hers. She hoped that her actions in following her mother would not get either of them into trouble. All she could do for now was watch and wait and hope that he didn't truly know of her presence.