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Karasi had eventually found the kitchens, and after a dellicious meal, she had headed back outside. The elvian girl never had liked being indoors. She liked to feel the wind blowing through her wings and hair. She now sat beneath an ancient oak, her head resting against the trunk, her eye's closed. How long she had been there, she didn't know, but she was relaxed here, far moreso then she had been in the main city. Above her she could hear birds singing and fliting from tree to tree.

Takara looked over at Tamuril, smiling at him before she chuckled. "I think she's just too lazy to move." She replied as she looked down at the cat, reaching over and rubbing the cat's cheek. Kirra opened an eye again, though just like before it closed soon after. She meowed before she got up and stretched, her tail going strait up into the air. Then she hopped off of the bed and went over to the balcony, investigating it before it leapt off to somewhere below. When the creature had disappeared from view, Takara rubbed her arms again before turning herself and setting her feet on the floor.

"You need sleep." She stated as she turned her eyes back over to him.

Takara watched Tamuril and nodded, standing up without any haste and going over to a desk. She sat down, pulling out a paper from a drawer followed by a feather and a small bottle of black ink. Once it was set out she turned her head and looked over at the warrior. "Once you get your rest I'll tell you." She promised before she looked back at her papers. She put one paper in front of her, opened the bottle and dipped her feather into the ink. She paused for a second to remember what it was she was going to write before she started. It was just a letter that stated things that needed to be carried out.

Once that paper was finished, she started another stating details about Karasi and where her room was going to be. Other letters followed after that, the queen catching up on what she'd gotten behind on and waiting for Tamuril to get some sleep.

Tamuril entered his room, minutes later. His body felt weak and tired, and it felt like it knew it was going to get some rest. His body hit the bed, as he instantly fell asleep upon impact.

"Mother?! Mother?! What's wrong? What's going on?"
"Tamuril...become strong...I know we are of Royal heritage..the proof is in the b...."
"?!Mother!"

Tamuril's eyes opened wearily. "Havn't had that dream in awhile...I wonder what she was going to say..."Tamuril stood up and looked out his window. The night had come, and the moon was high above. as he looked up, his stomach become to grumble, indicating that he was indeed hungry. "There should be some food left..."

Tamuril walked through the halls of the castle, eventually getting to the kitchens. There were still some chef's in there, and he ordered something small. As Tamuril began to eat, he thought about what had frightened Takara so much. After he was done eating, he would have to go talk to her about it.

He flipped through the pages, till he got to where he wanted to be. He read what the page said, which confirmed his suspicion. Now the question is who. He thought to himself. Well, a simple test would confirm it. Although he didn't really know what it would mean. Shrugging his shoulders, he would figure that out some other time. He stood up, putting on his claymores and his dirk. The dirk on his belt and his claymores on his back, the hilts for the claymores facing down. He then tore down his camp, leaving next to no signs that he had ever been here other then where he had the fire. He then proceeded back into the city.

He weaved through the crowd, no one even giving him a glance. Even with the strange weapons he had on his back. Making his way to the castle. He was contemplating what kind of regeame Karasi would go through. Whatever it was, he could with some degree of certainty that it would be hard for her. It will take all her strength, endurance, and will to et through it. Since all training was hard.... Well, if the trainer makes ithard. But of what he saw of the man who would be training her, it would probably be hard. Although not at first, but it would soon be. He approached the front gates, told the gaurds who he was and that he had the queen's permission to enter since he was comrade to one of the trainees.

Sitting in the garden, Karasi almost forgot thatshe was not back home. Almost, but not quite. As the little bird flew off, she laughed lightly before looking around. From beneath the oak, she could see the gates as well as the main doors of the palace. Stretching her arms, the elvian stood up and slowly flexed her wings. Looking around she quickly spoted someone coming thorough the gates. Shading her eyes from the sun, Karasi tried to get a better look. Slowly, a look of recognition spread across her face as he walked towards the castle. With a smile on her face, the elvian strod out to meet her companion.

Karasi shrugged, a small smile on her face. "Okay, I've really just been wandering the gardens. Everyone's pretty much left me alone. I guess they are not used to one such as I being in the city, much less the palace." The elvian laughed slightly at this. It wasn't the first time she had been the odd one out. She was taller than the other girls in her village, and taller than some of the boys as well. It didn't bother her really, though it could get irritating at times when she looked over and could tell some one had been staring at her. "Will you be staying here?" Karasi hoped that he would, she felt comfortable around him, like one from her village.