Thread: Stranger things.....(Razgriz x Lady Bloody Ava)

Green orbs look upon the sight of the kind and a servant boy speaking. Elongated pointed ears listen intently on the facts. So much goes on. So little she has seen. Eyes and a golden mane that spoke true of who her father was. A tongue as sharp as her mother's that very few have heard and a voice that chimed like a soft sweet symphony. Yet again, the young girl had managed to elude the guards and her pedagogue in a tactical manner that she, herself, was very proud of. To not have seen her father for a few days weighed heavily upon her shoulders. He was a king and she had learned that he played a greater role to her kin than being just her father. She easily understood. Some nights, as she slept, he would visit her. She knew because he always left an alstroemeria on her side table. A flower that bloomed early to mid summer. One of her favorites. She could not help but listen upon where her father spoke of. Why did he hate the human's so much? Her pedagogue, Miss Helena, had spoken of them with equal disdain and sometimes, pity. She knew of how the noble blood line carried special abilities that they inherited long ago from their ancient Fae relations that the rest of the Elven population did not acquire, or have long since lost. A very few non elves have seen the High Elf, let alone his precious daughter. Her kin guarded the sanctity of their bloodlines with zealous care. The Silver Guard had yet to affirm her father's one and only choice of an heir to the throne. Should they deem her unworthy, her uncle carried noble blood and could be granted the, should the worst happen to her father. As the young elven princess grows she will show her abilities in due time. The Silver Guard is comprised of the seven Noble Houses of the Elves and is an oversight governing body that advises the Monarch. Each House is granted one member to sit on the Silver Guard, usually the eldest member of the Bloodline. They are those of the eldest and most revered bloodlines of the elves, each representing a different virtue the elves hold dear. Each is also known for their excellence in a particular field and members of each House are considered masters of those subjects Strength, Truth, Justice, Wisdom, Loyalty, Honor, Steadfastness. At times such as these they spent most of their time discussing plans with the other people they shared lands with. Most especially, the humans. On bare feet, she walked back. No doubt a scolding would be awaiting upon her return. Emerald eyes looked upon the ivory skin of her arm. She had fallen and met a nasty blow with a sharp rock. The gash that was once there was no where to be found. It was a feat she would have happily bragged about to Miss Helena and her mother, but that would be farthest from their minds when she returned to her chambers once more. She held onto her slippers, so as not to make any noise. Eola Raina Sylvari. Her heart sunk. Only one person would speak her name in its entirety and that was her mother Queen Araana Miriel Sylvari. Halfway back to her destination and the lithe elven maiden had been caught red handed by her own mother. Eola, you must not run off like that. Eola's eyes grew wide and a hand fiddled with her golden ear cuff. Motha. She spoke softly. A fan of lashes lowered as she avoided the disappointed gaze from her mother. A tall beautiful elf with a touch so soft and tongue so lethal. Hazel eyes glaring down upon the young girl with a force that made her daughter wish for a quick physical discipline, just to get it over with. Even worse. Miss Helena would express her disappointment, but it would bare no resemblance to the weight that her mother's had put upon her heart. Meanwhile High Elf King Otho Sylvari relayed his message to his emissary, Degon. It was suggested that a mage be sent as well, even if it was just student. Otho decided against it. There was no need for a mage when only delivering a message. Within moments, Degon was gone. Clad in forest green and the silver of his light armor. Now all King Otho had to do... was wait. His least favorite things to do.