Almost everything the Princess said went over his head.  Motto stood there listening as carefully as he was able, an attentive posture and his eyes on her face.    He wasn’t sure what Isabella meant by her father knowing that she’d try something like this, and the fact that it didn’t matter confounded him.    He was totally lost early on and it was all Motto could do to nod occasionally while beads of sweat gathered on his brow.   Isabella seemed to be very clever and sure of herself in Motto’s estimation, she was a proper Princess.  He sensed some badassery in her too, but mostly he liked her hair.  Her curves were also nice.  To him, Isabella was like an island woman with that beautiful skin and hair.  Smiling at him and dancing on the shore.  Beckoning.<br/><br/>She was saying something.  An item was put in his hand.  Motto snapped out of his fantasy and blinked down at a familiar ring.  Demon things.  Probably important.  The Elemental slid it onto his finger and noticed the cat was no longer there.  Motto wasn’t sure what was being asked of him, but it sounded like he was supposed to stay out of sight until seven.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Number.  Yours?” </span>He didn’t understand where she was going or why, but Motto assumed it was none of his business.  Rubbing the back of his neck, the Prince shifted to move out of her way and waited for the mysterious woman to leave.  Hopefully things would work out the way she wanted them to..it sounded like Isabella had more at stake than he did.  The moment she left, Motto quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off with a relieved groan.  Clothes were not his thing.  At all.  Kicking off the boots, he helped himself to more of the thoughtful arrangement of food and sat down to peel his socks off.  The place was nice, but he felt strange and out of sorts.<span style="font-style: italic">’Chill Motto.’</span>he closed his eyes and inhaled a deep and slow breath.<span style="font-style: italic">'Just stick to what you know and go from there.'</span><br/><br/>The forest-dweller gave himself to the energy and quiet as he entered into his meditative state.  Whether or not he would succeed in his path or fail, so be it.  He would trust his heart and not hesitate to act when his instincts told him to.  His role wasn’t clear yet, but it was fortunate that she had plans.  If she meant harm, he would stop her.  If she was harmed, he would kill.  She was probably a C-cup.  Grass skirt would be perfect.  Flowers on her wrists.  His father would be disappointed in him.  Abe would weep.  He could barely hear the forest anymore.  If only he knew what he was meant to do, he would work hard.  Was he supposed to continue as a humble guardian?  Motto sure as hell hoped so.<br/><br/>A sudden thunderclap ended the raven’s mental free flow.  The large storm he’d sensed was approaching.  He looked around and found the phone.  He dialed the number on the kitchen counter and waited for it to pick up.  If his guess was correct, Isabella might anwer.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Hey.”</span>Motto leaned on the counter and wiggled a foot.<br/><br/>If the phone went unanswered, the Prince would spend the next few hours exercising.  He would focus on simple things he was able to do, and begrudgingly put the shirt and shoes back on when the clock neared seven.