The blue of the cloth matched beautifully with Eloa's complexion and brought out her eyes. She loved the feel of the cloth on her skin and the boots fit her just as well as the rest of the outfit. Eloa fiddled with the high neck and wondered how Sho Kaga had something that fit her so well just lying around. Eloa shook her head. He had mentioned over...60 some odd members? Surely more than one was similar in body type. Not to mention he was an overpowered Archlich with no comparable enemies.<br/><br/>Eloa looked at herself in the mirror and wondered what to do with her hair while mulling over her last thought. Sure she had thought about Sho Kaga's power, and probably would everyday he was in her world. Eloa couldn't help but wonder if she escaped her cage to land herself in a wolf's den. She wished she could read Sho Kaga, but his mask...he had such a nice smile. Eloa shook her head and began braiding her hair into a single, simple, three strand braid.<span style="font-style: italic">Stop it. You've escaped one man. You don't need to swoon over another.</span>She scolded herself and exited the bathroom.<br/><br/>At the desk was a stack of white paper and a pen. The paper was easy enough to figure out, but Eloa was used to inkwells and metal points. It took her a moment to figure out how to use the thing. When she did, Eloa wrote with a practiced, flowery hand.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-align: center;">Father,<br/>I would like to preface this letter by saying I am well and healthy. Lord Sho Kaga has been nothing but a complete gentleman and has promised me asylum here for as long is needed. Within these pages I will list the advantages for the City here to become it's own government, within our borders, as well as any special accommodations Lord Sho Kaga may like to negotiate. <br/><br/>Lord Sho Kaga extends his best wishes and hopes you will accept his invitation to come see the City for yourself before making any decisions. <br/><br/>Always yours, <br/>Eloa</div><br/><br/><br/>Eloa stood and scooped up a few blank pages, along with the pen and what she had already written. She exited her room, shutting the door behind her and strode the few steps between her own and Sho Kaga's. Why was she nervous? Perhaps it was because this was his room. Somewhere she felt she didn't belong. "Sho Kaga?" Eloa knocked on the door a few times. "I wanted to go over what you had in mind to send the King."</span>