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There were few Dark Mirrors she knew the names of. Lesath was one, and from Lesath, a few other names were given, but no faces. There wasn't any time. In her wanderings of the castle, she'd passed a few other Dark Mirrors who were busying themselves with investigating the place. Diligence, she thought, was imperative.

With a sigh, Logos found she couldn't sneak around this place very well. Damn footwear made too much noise. The cadet found herself retracing her steps to the dining room where they'd sat and some had sampled those apparently edible crystals. Logos frowned at the thought. Hopefully, the one who'd been shoveling them into her mouth wouldn't come to be poisoned in the morning. Though...

...there were no windows. When was morning? Were there any clocks?

She stood near where she, Remarque and Lesath were seated earlier. There didn't seem to be any means of escape, for now.

Logos hadn't expected another else, but when she turned, was greeted by another high-ranking Court member. His wings were familiar and many in the Court wore them - Lesath, Acubes, Remarque, and this man. She gave him a curt and respectful nod.

"Good evening, sir. I apologize for leaving so suddenly before. I believe we have time for introductions now that most everyone is in bed. I am Logos, Senshi of the Helix. Lesath awakened me just a few days ago. I can see you have the wings of the highest members of the Court. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

One day, she decided, she would sport those wings as well. Selfishly, she thought they would look very good on her, impressive. The wings indicated a very high rank, and with that, achievement. One simply did not gain rank without work - at least, in a perfect world. Her father spoke of nepotism and favoritism in the military, but he was a man of stern morals and believed actions should be rewarded, not money or familial connections.

"Yes, Lesath is the one who brought me into the Court just a few nights ago. Sir, are Court members coming and going frequently? Or is the roster so large that it isn't uncommon not to know everyone? No offense intended, sir. I'm trying to gauge just how many members are present in the Court at this time." And try to learn everyone's names, but everything is so... magical and nonsensical.

Tapping the toe of her boot against the ground, Logos stared off across the expanse of the dining room. Maybe she should have eaten something. But she had her reasons, and had been planning things for later in the day, if and when the Queen decided to leave them to their own devices.

"Ah, no, sir. I didn't think it was safe. I thought, perhaps, it might have been poisonous. Did you happen to eat any? Are you feeling alright? I was attempting to make a map of the castle, but haven't found any paper on which to write..."

Almost as if on cue, Logos' stomach growled and she sighed. "...have you felt any side effects, sir? Perhaps I should have had some food. I can't possibly defend myself on an empty stomach, but..." She felt she had every reason not to eat, but now felt this might have been a bad idea. Lovejoy mentioned her companion ate quite a few, but didn't seem to have any side effects.

Yet.

Her heels clicked against the marble as Logos made to stand nearer to Avior, her superior. "Do you happen to know where I might find any more, sir? It's probably best if I try to eat before going to sleep."

At his mention of the library, Logos nodded once. "...yes, but it was occupied at the time. Acubens was her name, and she'd made a mess of the place by the time I'd arrived. I'm sure the Queen will have something to say about that, the next time we see her."

Logos seemed both impressed and relieved that someone else thought of emergency rations. With a slight smile, she nodded and followed Avior dutifully. "I'd rather not take from your rations - keep them, just in case. I may not know anything about what's happening here, but I know a thing or two about survival. Three hours without shelter, three days without water, three weeks without food... And speaking of water, sir, have you found any?"

The cadet felt a great deal more comfortable around those that wore black wings on their belts - their rank was high above her own, and from them she would learn much about the ins and outs of the Court. Lesath, Leto, Remarque, Acubens, Avior...

One day, she too would wear those wings.

But for now, she was content to follow and learn what she could.

"I'll take up making an emergency stash as well. I've got a room to myself for the time being. If need be, we can use the extra space for storage." Once a servant was within view, Logos went to hail it, asking for a small portion of crystals to eat - enough to satisfy her body and a few extra to hide away for a rainy day. "Sir, would you like any extra? It may not be a juicy steak but... I'll take what I can get."

The cadet found their situation to be impossible to solve at this juncture. None of them had enough information, so the focus would have to turn to survival. She appreciated Avior's knowledge and calm presence. The servant would return with crystals soon, and the two Dark Mirrors could plan accordingly.

"Thank you, sir. That sounds like an excellent idea."