Naiobe furrows her brow a little as she steps from a barren cave into a glade the likes of which she ... hasn't really seen before. Not in the harsh mountains where her family resides. The lavish gown hardly phases her - she has many like it - but she stares about her for some time, taking in the smells and the feel of soft grass under her feet. The place is certainly no part of her home. Where has he transported her?<br/><br/>She tears her eyes from her surroundings only after several minutes of drinking them in, finally fixing her pale eyes on the figure before her. Her eyes do not linger on the fine figure or the lean grace of him, but on his eyes. Those eyes know everything, all at once, and they are stunning. Her lips part and she has to work to remember how to breathe before she can really say anything. "And... who is Malikai?"