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Loa relinquished the flower, blushing lightly when his fingers brushed against hers. She wondered if he had done it deliberately. No, the Prince would never do such a thing... Would he? "Walk a good deal more, I suspect." She said softly, with a slight smile. When bidden, Loa wrapped her arms around him like she always had, and with a few flaps of her wings, they were in the air. She only hoped that if he could feel her heartbeat, he'd attribute the speed to the flight.

(Yay! Your back, I was getting worried and was going to ask Numbers to check on you XD Now its just waiting for Janice. Can't wait till shes done with school))

Prince Riordan always loved the feeling of flight. It was true freedom, And he owed it to Loa. He couldn't imagine his life without her. She was always with him. He relished the few moments of freedom before landing int he courtyard, to a crowd of angry nobles. THey all started to speak angrily some even berating Loa for doing something so reckless and foolish. The Prince raised a hand silencing them. "All of you shut up. It was my ideam so I could get something for our newest noble family. Loa shares no blame, and any who try to say otherwise will answer to me personally. Do I make myself clear?" He said before taking Loa, gently by the hand and leading her away from the noble mob, and towards the newest family. They had a lovely young daughter, whom he approached, "Greetings, I am Prince Riordan. It is a pleasure to meet you and welcome you to the castle." He said holding the flower out to her, "And such a fine family. I look forward to getting to know you better." He then looked to his father, "I do hope the nobles didn't do anything foolish during my absence?"

King Kennard laughed softly at Alicia's interpertation of Riordan's offered flower- an offering that did not deceive him. Glancing back at Loa, he wondered if the flower had been her idea. How many times had one of Prince Riordan's methods of getting out of trouble really been Loa's doing? He glanced over at the nobles as they were introduced to his son. Despite the arguements he and his son often had, King Kennard felt a spark of pride seeing how well-behaved he was towards the newcomers.

Loa stood to the back, behind her Prince, watching them with her calm, observant eyes. Spotting the shy boy, she gave him a small, encouraging smile. Glancing back at the parents of the newest noble family, Loa returned her face to it's expressionless mask. During a lull in conversation, Loa contemplated introducing herself, and explaining what she was doing there, and how her bodyguards could provide protection for any of the children- but instead averted her gaze to the other side of the area. Best to not be too forward.

Loa didn't realize he was refering to her until she felt his hand on hers and she was being pulled over. For a split second she froze, so stunned that he'd do that, since it broke many of the rules the king had set down, and he was right next to them. "I-" She executed a graceful bow, odd though it was for a woman to bow rather than curtsy, and managed to speak clearly. "I serve as His Highness' bodyguard, and train the other bodyguards and many regular guards of the castle. If you ever need to seek out someone to protect you, you need only ask, and I will find someone appropriate." Loa glanced at King Kennard out of the corner of her eye, trying to guage his reacion.

Kennard's rage was born of a worry he'd rather not think to heavily on. He did, however, shoot Riordan a 'We'll talk later' look, before smiling charmingly to Tony. "I'm afraid I'm late for a council meeting. I will no doubt see you again today, and until then, farewell." Kennard swung away regally and swept away- careful not to stop until he was out of sight. Damnit! Why must the boy care so strongly for that damn Beastial! An elf-beastial, even!

Slaine glanced over to the windows, smiling softly when he saw it was indeed Lorne. "Yes, that's Lorne. I'm unsure who his companions are." Stepping towards the door, Slaine opened it with a small smile, one that was obviously concerned. "Hurt again, Lorne? Well, come on in then." His gaze flickered. "One of my other patients would like to meet you, actually."

Oralee glanced out the window at the one called Lorne, wondering if he would bolt at the sight of all these people.

Xanatos walked along a dirt path that had slowly formed from his time leaving the sands of his home. The earth here was hard and covered in greenery. He abesntmindedly woundered how many of his kinsmen had come from the south to live here in this middle country of Incolumitas. His sand white robes he wore to protect himself from the blistering sands and hot sun covered him from head to toe. Only his vibrent green eyes peeked through. On his jouney along this path creaturs native to the land popped in and out of sight. The land here on the outside of the path was lush and growing. Animals ran this way and that chaseing mates and cubs. Xanatos couldn't help but lick his lips woundering if the meat here was as good as the hunt back home.

He decided that a rest was necessary and walked off the path a fair bit. He could hear the running of water and this attracted him to the prospect of a drink. His water skin had all but tried up in the last two days of his walk though it fazed him little as he had grown up with shortages of water. He found a bubbling brook and was amazed at the clearity of the exposed and running water. Back home water would need to be cleaned before it was drinkable. He tested it with his clawed hand and it chilled his warm golden scales. He filled his water skin to the brim and drank greedily. He filled it again and then corked it. He sat down and from a large brown bag he pulled a bundle of sweet smoked meats. He let his talons seep into the soft earth and scratch the surface. This land had much, good land, plenty of water, game for the hunt. His tribe would do well if they were to come here and claim it for there own. He layed his staff next to him as he tore into a chunk of the meat. His eyes darted this way and that his warrior training not allowing himself to be caught off guard by anything.

He smiled under the cover of his robes as his little feast reminded him of home. He tapped the blade hanging off his belt with one of his claws, its tang seemed to cut through the silence of the little scene. He packed up again and started walking north again. He decided to escew the path and take his lumbering frame through the woods. He was less then stealthy but in his mind he had nothing to fear here. He used his metal staff to push aside tree branches. His talons cut into the dirt and it felt so strange not having to compensate for the shifting sands. He kept his cloke clutched close around him now more to keep the chill of the northern air at bay.

(First post. hello everyone)

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Lorne smirked to Slaine, "Good buddy, getting me jobs now are you?" He winced slightly as the wound was examined. "And while I normally wouldn't mind yours sisters nimble hands tending to my latest injury," He then looked towards Oralee and the others, "Judging by the looks of them, I'll probably be doing alot of physical activity, and I'd rather not pull stitches loose, so I'll have to go for a healing. Not like I haven't felt it before."

Alexandre raised an eyebrow at Lornes words and actions. "Or....Nye....Are you sure he will be an asset and not a hindrance? He seems......rash." He looked Lorne over, "And he doesn't look like a skilled fighter. He doesn't appear a fighter at all. He looks like a dilo." Alexandre said, dropping another word of his native tongue,