<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ed4r9DWP1qk0v9so1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kaniene Maxisus<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Princess of Aserit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Traveling through the slum area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Essaline, Auron, Kale, NPC Theiri, (noticing Laverius)<hr/><br/>Her mother’s words of wisdom caused confusion to appear on her face since she thought the older woman would agree with her logic. Only respect caused her to not speak a rebuttal of disagreement. Now was not the time for discussion on who should be left alive or food for the wolves. The idea of turning children into weapons for the Aserit just seemed wrong. They would not have loyalty to the crown, land, or people unless captured when babes. Who was to take care of the wrenches until they were to be of use? Then there was the knowledge of their men being killed in order to further their territory. No men meant no children to refill the ranks. Her stomach lurched at the idea of being pregnant. She would leave such duties of pregnancy and child rearing to her older sister.<br/><br/>The monotone voice of her brother garnered her attention away from thoughts of wiping a baby's ass and breastfeeding. Thickly arched brows rose at her brother’s revelation about the origin of the smell. It was not exactly displeasing due to their sister being fond of such scents against her wrists and neck, but there was no such smell floating freely about within the streets of Aserit. Their land was one of hard, manual labor to tend the land unyielding land into fertility to feed the masses along with multiple places where fires burned hot to make weapons. Strenuous work produced the strong bodily smell of sweat and musk in the air. Not to mention scents from the animals. Kaniene would have been covered with evidence of a hard day's training if there was not the need for the trip.<br/><br/>Her eyes returned to Auron upon hearing his statement about the lack of guards and soldiers. She too noticed the lack of defenses. It seemed intentional in her mind. If it were not, they would have found the weak entry point long ago.<strong>"We will encounter guards soon enough. Even if, these lands do not appear to be prized or well-kept by the enemy.”</strong>Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a young woman of about fourteen or fifteen, who marred with burns all over her face. Her cold blue eyes stared with more boldness than those watching in the streets. Her mind raced over those encountered within her young years but all of them blended together into one indiscernible face.<br/><br/>The sound of hoof beats coming from the rear caused Kainene dismiss the man as she veered Hooper hastily around to see the face of whomever approached. Her expression softened from malicious intent to cool neutrality upon seeing the familiar face of Laverius. She intended to ask him a question until the approach of horses from the front beckoned her attention. Guards. Tilting her head to the side, Kaniene glanced at those within the greeting party, searching for weaknesses, until her eyes settled on the one in the middle of the party. Even before the proper introduction, she knew it was Prince Kale. Her nose curled upward with disgust. His words were pompous and predictable. With exaggerated slowness, one of her hands rose from her weapons to cover her lips before she yawned with clear boredom. Then, he managed to speak words that struck a nerve. She wanted to cut off his abhorrent tongue for speaking ill of her home. Fire danced wildly in her eyes as Hooper stomped his hoof, anxious for the thrill of battle. It was lucky her mother spoke in reply to the spoiled prince before her since it would have likely been a thousand obscenities.<br/><br/>Still, she could not resist an added word. She exhaled sharply and connected her eyes with his through the visor.<strong>"It is not our fault your defenses are so—."</strong>Words were silenced at the low whistle of something being hurled through the air. There was only enough time to withdraw her blade. It was not a weapon, which was blocked, but a rotten tomato that sliced cleanly through the sharp blade and splattered the top of her armor and chin with its remains. Her hand came up slowly to wipe away the slimy particles clinging to her chin. Withdrawing her sword, she turned to the culprit who mouthed the word murderer. Instead of appearing bothered with the title, she smiled without an ounce of shame in her deeds to secure her father's lands.<strong>"You have fifteen seconds to arm yourself. Do not think I will hesitate cut you down if you do not have one by then."</strong>