Welcome to Gaia! ::

Her needing a wind was met with a smile. He'd needed too when he'd started out. "I like to think that back them we were just testing ourselves... but I'm pretty convinced Castorians had a masochist streak a mile wide. Hunting the beetles, the armor, the uh... ceremonies and how they solved things? Pretty.. brutal." He still waited, and once she was ready, he walked on, leading her two two massive doors. Half open, it was very clearly a bedroom, and the discoloration on wall gave the distinct impression he'd removed a portrait. It was easy enough to confirm as not far off a large canvas was covered and hidden from the light. He walked in saying that the balcony was through the room, his gaze pointedly avoiding the removed portrait.

"I want them to understand, to see.. I wish they could just know, see with their own eyes what they're doing, condemning Earth to with their actions. But it's like trying to get the blind to understand color. They have no idea, no way to really gasp it and if they can... even then it's still not the same. They assume that my cause for war is simply a 'simple' solution or one that is base- but it's nothing so easy. I want to save Earth. Truly, I want to save them and their people. So I have to pretend. I have to play the insane royal. I must give them their evil, to draw the realities to their vision. You want to protect you and your's- to go home, to the place you belong."

Finally, at the balcony, the immense view finally was there. In the horizon, massive mountains covered in ice and snow, the deep valley green, yet strange old black structures sticking up here and there. Weapons from an era long gone. From the balcony one could see how it had happened. The collapse of gates, the fallen buildings, the way some had been rent asunder in ways that spoke of beasts, monsters. Others by force, each fallen stone telling the final hours of what had once been a place that had thrived.

The view told the story of an empire's final hours before it had fallen.

Yet still, the landscape had adapted in ways, plants climbing into ruble, taking back what had once been the world's own. The ocean not far off out of view could be smelled faintly along with the gentle howl of northern winds. Below in the courtyard, the edges of a grove of trees bearing the name of a knight who no longer was 'alive'. Ruins they might be, yet it was like his world had simple reached out, accepting what was broken, waiting to be remade. "THIS is where I belong. Yet I can't stay and it kills me inside. I envy you, a place to go home to. I envy, though I shouldn't." He sighed. "I will help you find your way home- while I may not be able to stay on mine, you should not be denied your home."