<strong>JP</strong><br/><br/>Anira had not been sitting long when she felt a shift in the air around her; someone had entered the garden. She looked up from her lap where she held a rose and turned to see the prince of all people. What where the chances? He quickly saw her as well and so she stood, her dress falling into place easily as she did so. She looked him over for a few seconds and gave a small curtsy before speaking in her small, almost bird like voice. “Your highness.”<br/><br/>The tall elf was initially surprised by her presence there. The fact that he was standing in a garden, and, apparently a well tended one by human standards, completely slipped his mind. It would use a bit of of sprucing, elf sprucing, as had happened in the spot where the young Sylvan elf was standing. He bowed back, as manners had been ingrained in his mind, against his will, and for her to be here, she had to be some sort of royalty," An honor to meet you in person, my lady..."<br/><br/>"Anira" She smiled back at him but was a bit confused, who did he think she was? "My father is King Almirtic." She shifted a bit as she spoke, not really one who enjoyed stating her status but it was necessary at the moment and she hoped it didn't seem rude.<br/><br/>His eyes hardened sharply, and any indication of the honor that he had spoken of vanished. He never smiled anyway, and that particular stance seemed to be one that he adopted permanently, so nothing much really changed of his look towards her," I am Prince Kaxlytheri," He didn't need to tell her whom his father was," Why are you out here, and not in the hall with the others?"<br/><br/>His eyes hardened sharply, and any indication of the honor that he had spoken of vanished. He never smiled anyway, and that particular stance seemed to be one that he adopted permanently, so nothing much really changed of his look towards her," I am Prince Kaxlytheri," He didn't need to tell her whom his father was," Why are you out here, and not in the hall with the others?"<br/><br/>"Yes I know my lord." She kept her smile steady despite becoming nervous. He was very intense and she was unsure how to deal with it.  The tree behind her must have felt her nerves and so seemed to shiver its branches,as if a wind hand moved through. She felt the small white flowers hit her hair and turned a bit 'whispering to it before it settled. She returned her  gaze to the prince before her and spoke. "I suppose I needed some air. Human castles are so stuffy."<br/><br/>He ignored the way the branches moved according to her mood, even if he understood her mood at all. Sylvans were odd folk, no mistake, and while he understood about the stuffy air of human castles, he felt uncomfortable anywhere that wasn't home or in the field. Peace was certainly making his stomach shudder. His jaw clenched. Being around an enemy, and not cutting her down as making him feel stuffy," Indeed... Well, if you will excuse me.."