As she moved along slowly, sensual graze just exuding from her in great quantities, honey eyes gazing about the room slowly. Most of the people here would know her on sight, and be able to tend to her needs, but she could be particular at times. The young princess seemed to have a bit of a crush perhaps on Isabelle, or rather she rewarded loyalty with her presence. The half-elven girl always seemed to taste the best, though Iolana had been known to mix up her feeding schedule quite a bit, mostly due to a mild form of paranoia. Spotting the lovely violet beauty, the slender elf would raise a hand slightly, as she gazed in her direction to get the woman's attention, asking without a word if she were free to feed from. It would be rude to interrupt a conversation in the process, so this is the tactic she'd come up with, once she'd grown up enough to understand the necessity for it.<br/><br/>All of these thoughts of growing up, or a long period of time passing here in Crownhome were a bit of an illusion she knew. Iolana was a fully grown elf, perhaps not to adulthood just yet, but then they really couldn't be sure as to her true age. Having the sensation that you are over a hundred years old, but having no sense of time beyond the past few years, her mind liked to play tricks on her sometimes. As if she'd spent all that time by her father and mother's sides, and while they were both old enough to have easily spent that time with her, it was a strange disconnect in her head sometimes. Always having to correct even her own thoughts became tiring at times, and yet she'd been taught to be strong. Her parents seemed to genuinely love her, and each other, which the young princess was starting to understand was a rare thing. Especially since her mother had been taught since childhood to hate and fear the negatively charged undead.<br/><br/>That's something that she'd never quite been able to understand, though her mother tried to at least explain the point of view. While not expecting her daughter to proscribe to these ideals, she'd at least wanted her to understand the culture of her mother's homeland, and perhaps play devil's advocate as she liked to do to her father quite a bit. To his credit, he never seemed to take her words personally, even when they would get in fairly heated arguments upon occasion. She'd seen Kaius suddenly grab Etrigani once or twice when their arguments got close to being too heated, usually due to being about Aerenal's hatred of the negatively charged undead, and just kissing her into a form of submission. The girl had also seen her mother do the exact same, when it came to matters of Karnnath, or his past. It was cute, and it showed that even when they had opposing views, they could still love each other enough to come to a compromise, usually after calming each other down.<br/><br/>Iolana longed to have something like that in the future, she'd thought about it quite a bit of late actually. The young princess wasn't quite sure if Isabelle could be that woman, as there just seemed to be something missing. While she felt for the half-elf quite keenly, as she believed her father had set into motion, to give her another connection outside of her family. And while it felt as if she loved the woman, it was perhaps with the affection of a very close friend, or sister. That she sometimes liked to get close to intimate with the other woman, didn't seem to dissuade this thinking. Then the thought of her not even giving a man a chance to take said place would cross her mind, and she'd just mentally shrug. The female gender fascinated her far more than men.