<div align="center"><em><strong>Zalania, trailing with Henrik and readying to move out</strong></em></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/C3600cb17a79e7965fcecfe95a98cb2b-d2yrjb4_crop.jpg)</div><br/>Settling next to Henrik with an ease of not only familiarity but ease of years of doing so, almost hidden eyes would catch the thinned lip smile directed at her. She managed to return one just for him, even as the both turned and began the trek out to the courtyard. Yet as he spoke, her head turned again to gaze upon her young charge, and a slender brow winged upwards.<br/><br/>“ We my Prince? There is no 'we' in this equation. It is -your- stories she wishes for. Therefor it will be -your- stories she receives.”<br/><br/>With that the two had swept out into the open of the courtyard, the entire Royal family there and waiting, as well as their entourage.  She would slip into silence once again, making her way to Bad Horse, stopping for just a moment to speak to him. Gloved hands came up to pet upon his muzzle, kissing his nose softly as she murmured.<br/><br/>“ Another trip so soon Sirrah. I know, I know. You're a tough fellow though, I'm sure you can manage.”<br/><br/>Her words were slipped in between soft huffs and whikkers from her steed, enough to make it seem as if the horse was answering her. Her ears picked up the conversation between the heir and Lenally, and she watched as the young girl huffed her way to the carriage. With an agile ease she lifted herself into the saddle, Bad Horse remaining calm and quiet, and she simply waited for this trip to begin. Her hood she shifted slightly forward more, allowing her icy gaze to be hidden as it fell upon the hulking form of the King as he made himself ready as well. None would notice her eyes, nor be able to read her silent thoughts within those depths.