Sianna took it all in, her pale brows creasing together. She knew these names, if only by rumor. The idea of her father using forbidden magic didn't stir her too much - as if no elvish wizard ever dabbled there, just to see? No, his crime was being open about it. She let out a soft sigh and reached up to caress the unicorn emblem she wears at her throat.<br/><br/><strong>"That's... a lot to take in."</strong>She nodded as, again her half-sister said what was on Sianna's mind. She lifted her eyes to Aysia. She just now noticed the woman's apparent discomfort, and gave a sympathetic smile. Sianna wasn't at her best with a roof overhead these days, either.<strong> "Well, then, that is what we must do. It's a start at least."</strong>She rose from her seat, dipping her head to the queen.<strong>"With your leave, Grandmother?"</strong><br/><br/>Sure there's probably a more cultured, polite, formal, distinguished way to part, but the trail is<em>already</em>cold... And Sianna knows she would just make more of an ass of herself if she tried to mind the fripperies.