Time passed, and did so in silence save for the plump bees that buzzed near her, tried to pester her, and on occasion, she became brave and flicked one away from her with her forefinger and thumb. With that bravery, too, the young woman pressed her cheeks against the iron bars and tried to peer inside the estate that belonged to the wizard. Little did she see except trees that webbed and veined together which hid his house, or so she thought, and then there were some vines and blossoming plants in radiant colours. A stone pathway weaved about in a way which seemed to have no end and no beginning, and a small swallow pecked at something on the ground, perhaps a seed or a small insect or whatever a swallow would eat.<br/><br/>Finally, the young lady heard a voice, one that sounded larger than life, one that surrounded her, enveloped her, yet it was still human, and still male. Was it to be Kos? She knew not for magics could be deceitful, and considering his reputation, one that preceded him, Alraia gave her response some thought. Time again passed, but only moments instead of long minutes.<br/><br/>“I have a letter for you explaining my circumstances, one in which you shall find is addressed from my father, a lord within the city, and although I'd reiterate the contents, I dare not break the seal since I am being his obedient daughter.” Alraia bit her lip, and pondered what else to say. It sounded respectfully intriguing, her reply, yet somewhat annoying.  “I also have been abandoned here, at your gates, and I think it would only be kind of you to come forth and retrieve the letter and perhaps invite me for tea whilst you took your leisure at reading the letter.” She added as an afterthought as she continued to lean against the gates. She folded her arms underneath the swell of her bosom and awaited to be shooed away, or at least addressed in some manner.