Silenced by Eibhlin’s warning Aisling turned to look toward the door. In the dim light her eyes sparked a brilliant sky blue as she listened for the telltale sounds of someone approaching. After a moment she heard the sound that had alerted Eibhlin, the soft scraping of worn leather hitting the stone floor moving in the direction of their cell.<br/><br/>“Two of them.” she spoke; her voice softly melodic in the silence of the cell. She stood, straightening her lithe frame to stand evenly next to Eibhlin. Ignoring the look of exasperation that her friend’s dark eyes flicked toward her; she stood her ground. She was the daughter of a King after all. How would it look to be found cowering like a frightened pixie in a corner?<br/><br/>The jingling of keys drew her attention back to the door.<br/><br/>“Your Ladyship. If you would follow us.” a voice said through the door as it unlocked. Opened it reveled two guards in the black and white Winter Thorn regalia. They stepped aside leaving the way clear for Aisling and Eibhlin to leave the cell of their own volition. The illusion that they could simply walk out of the cell and run was quickly banished when the blue strands of a binding weave shimmered in front of her and wrapped itself like a snake around her wrists.<br/><br/>One of the guards flicked his wrist and Aisling found herself stepping forward.  The guard smiled revealing sharp white teeth.  He flicked his wrist again, this time with a little more force and Aisling found herself sprawled on the floor. Frowning, she picked herself up. Brushing herself off, she stared at the thin blue shimmer. It wasn’t an ordinary binding weave.   Her eyes went immediately to Eibhlin. Silently she told her friend to have patients.<br/><br/>“We’ll follow.” she told the guards. They smiled and turned on their heel heading down the hall way<br/>