Keiran looked around at the budding world as he rode with his father to the council meetings that were held between all the races two times a year.

"Ready my horse!" I shouted as I ran out of the castle. I was now queen, how intresting this would be. "I want two escorts and two only!" I jumped on my chesnut mare and started my short journey to the new kingdom. I saw the kingdom differently then I did as a child. I use to think of it as just one place in a giant world. Now, I see it as my one and only kingdom.

It was around noon and I had just gotton onto the main road to the council. I had sent my two escorts back but wished I didn't when I saw two men ahead of me. I tried to run different outcomes through my mind. I decided just to change my appearance by using a charm in my belt to disguise me as a traveler.
"Sirs!" I shouted.

Garth would look up at the approaching traveller; his keen senses told him there was something unusual to this seemingly common wanderer. He turns to face the approacher, lowering his head in a quick nod. He would not lower the scarf covering a majority of his face, only stared at the horseback commoner. "Can we help you?" he grumbles towards her, hands ready for his spring-loaded daggers in case there were to be trouble.

"I just wanted to know where you were going." I smiled innocently, realizing the necklace I was wearing had not changed.

Garth furrowed his brow, looking to her. In response to her inquiry, he lifted his right arm, pointer finger extended to the north. "Heading towards the council meetings, we are." Scanning her quickly, he observed the pristine charm on her necklace; she was clearly not just a villager as her clothing would suggest. Frowning, he lifts his long necked pipe packed with various herbs he had blended to his mouth, slipping it under his crimson scarf. Puffing on it lightly, he returned his attention to the woman on the horse, "I take it yer headed in a similar direction," he said in a gravelly voice, smoke billowing from under the cloth on his face.

"Yes, I am heading north." I tried to be as convincing as I could but my horse was fidgeting from the plants that kept reaching around it's hooves. They were attracted to my power and I could not keep them down.

He glanced at the jittery horse, searching for the source of its agitation. His eyes fell to the hooves of the beast, where various plants and ivies from the edges of the walking path began to wriggle towards the horse, as if they were magnetically attracted to it. Quickly he looked up to the female on the horse, shooting her a questioning glance, "Just what...or should I say, WHO," motions towards her obviously expensive necklace, "are you, traveller?" Standing at guard, ever ready to come to blows if needed. He didn't trust this female one bit, though he never really trusted anyone..

I couldn't find a good answer that wasn't the truth but remained in my peasant form. "I should ask you the same question."

Garth sneered up at her, sensing that she was dodging his questions. He'd play her game...for now. "Captain Garth Dagmar, of Naramore." He presented her with his paperwork, the easily recognized dual serpent emblem of Naramore stamped onto his identifications. "I've come representing The Shield." The Shield was, of course, the King of Naramore's hand-selected team of elite soldiers. Beyond the fact that they were killing machines, little was known about this notorious and enigmatic group; they often struck with no trace, leaving entire villages dead with no sign of entry. That he was among their ranks was no small feat, that he was their Captain was the highest honor a soldier in Naramore could hope to attain. He shoots a glance at her, steely blue eyes looking deep into her's, "And your name was?"

I looked at everything he presented me with and answered his question. "I am Lumera Etalmin." I provided him with nothing else, I wanted to see if he knew me.

Garth quirked a brow, looking to the raggedy traveller in surprise. "You...are Lumera Etalmin, Princess and Heir of the Elementals?" He chuckles, "Surely the Elementals are wiser than to send their only heir as an ambassador..." He questions her, refusing to believe she was of such a high rank; though the plants that were growing towards her, seemingly powered by magic, caused him to wonder if she may be telling the truth. Pressing his pipe back to his lips, he puffs on it in reflection, curious about this female.

"The rest of the Elemental royal family is dead." I shot back. "And I thought it might be wise for me to go to the meeting since I usually exclude myself."

He looked to her with a questioning glance, "The Elementals are...dead?" He drags from his pipe, calming himself quickly. "How did this happen? And when? This news has yet to reach Naramore.."

"They were killed last year during the summer festival." I changed back into my real form. My long hair waving down my back. "The only reason I not killed was because I did not attend." I looked down in sorrow before raising my head.

Garth bows his head, "I am disheartened to hear this news. May they rest with the Gods." He traces his finger across his forehead in the symbolic triangle, as was customary upon hearing the death of a fallen comrade. As the appearance charm is undone, he smirks upon seeing her true form, thinking to himself that she looked much more like royalty in this form. The Elementals were on neutral terms with his contractor, Naramore, so he was genuinely sorry to hear of this tragedy.

I nodded my head in thanks. "Now, if you don't mind, I would much rather be in different clothing." I said as I turned back to my traveler clothing leaving only a golden circle around my head.

Garth nodded, still slightly taken aback from the news of the death of the Elementals. He had thought Ashaeria was in a period of peace, at least amongst the different races of the realm. Shaking his head and taking another puff from his long wooden pipe, he returns his gaze to the female, who had suddenly returned to her disguise. "Handy, that trick is," he said with a slight grin. Pausing for a moment, he thinks to himself. After a brief silence he looks to her and extends a paw, "The Shield would like to offer you our protection. It would seem now is the time to start forming friendships, dark times lie on the horizon for Ashaeria." He shakes his head solemnly, "I fear we may not have long until this alliance proves to be needed."

I loked up at the man and suddenly had a great deal of respect for him. “ I accept your protection and return the favor. No doubt I will definitely be needing it, considering I have no idea how to rule.” I confessed. I also didn't have parents,siblings, or any skill in politics. This was going to be great.

He nodded curtly, not one to express much emotion. "You've taken the throne in a bad situation, you'll need to learn fast, you will..." Shrugging, he motions to the north, "Shall we then?" He placed his pipe to his lips, gathered his things from the ground and began walking along the path, staring out at the mountain ridges beyond.

I clicked my heels on the side of the horse as we began going north. While doing so, I searched the underground earth pathways to see when we would be arriving. By nightfall, hopefully, we could be there.

Garth walked along side the Queen on her horse, his wary eyes constantly scanning the path for any disturbances. When he grew bored of walking, he would dash into the woods, swiftly scale a tree and lookout into the distance from the top of his new perch. In this manner he judged their progress, coming back with short reports on how much of their journey remained. By his estimation, they would indeed make it by nightfall. At a certain point he halted their progress, "Been on the road many hours, we have." He crouched and removed a flint, "It be time for us to eat. Tell me, Elemental, do ye eat meat?"

"Yes, my family didn't but I do." I slid off my horse, feeling a little saddle sore, and began practicing the elements. Starting with water. I gently touched my hands to the ground and tried to hear the pulse of the water. Once I could hear it, I slowly stood up and closed my eyes. Water was weaving in between my fingers and I could feel it cooling my senses. I took a breath and flicked toward a tree, making it split it two. I then let the water back into the earth and used vines slide up the broken tree, stitching it back together.

Kirea looked out the window of Caltant Mannor unto the woods that were below the hill the quaint but large estate was perched upon. His gaze glazed over, and he began to daydream of going out into the wilderness: The wind streaming through his light hair, and the grassy plains under his feet. It would've been marvalous to be able to travel from land to land...maybe even a knight in shining armor to sweep him from his feet and carry him off into- His daydream was cut off by the high pitched whistle of the tea kettle over the fire in the kitchen.... Snapping from his false hopes and dreams, Kirea turned on his heels and walked towards the fireplace, eyeing the kettle, steam billowing from is stopper. She grabbed a cloth, and retreived the teapot from over the flame. He walked over to the counter oppisite the fireplace, and set the metal down. He walked to the cabnet in the corner, and reached inside, grasping a silvered cup, and taking it from the top shelf. He poured the cup full of the brownish-red herbal tea, and set the cup on a small circular tray.

He turned softly, carrying the dish with care as she walked from the kitchen down an elegant looking halway, adorned with things of scarlet and violet color; past portraits, and decorations galore. He walked inremote silence, his heeled shoes hitting the carpet with very soft, almost unaudiable 'thop's. As he walked down the corridor, another woman, dressed the same way he was, was coming in his direction. Kirea smiled and nodded at her. "Is the Master in a fair mood today?" He would ask, his girly voice resounding through halls only slightly.
"I suppose yes, he's a tad frustrated though. The weather." The woman replied. The two didn't even stop to chat, simply walked straight past each other, and continued to chat.
"Well, at least he's enjoying himself, yes?" Kirea responded. He continued striding down the hallway lightly, untill he reached a dully light room, a few candles keeping the place from total darkness, along with a small fire within a fireplace at the northern most wall. A cushioned chair sit in front of the fireplace, a pair of arms nestled down on it's armrests.

Kirea walked up to the armchair, placing the small tray of tea on a small end table next to the high backed chair. "Your tea, Sir." He said lightly, bowing after he set the drink down. Now beside the seating, he could see the man sitting in it, not like it was anything new to him. His dark skin sat well against his dark cerulean robes, and his palid, ghostly white hair draped to his shoulders. He looked larger than an normal elf, and easily dwarfed Kirea himself. The man let out a sigh, and nodded. "Thank you, darling Kirea." He said, his suave voice flowing from his mouth, almost melodically. His arm came from the armrest of the chair, and picked up the cup of still steaming beverage, and took a gulp. Another sign escaped through his lips. "Aaahh...fresh.... Did you make the powder this morning?" He asked, his silver eyes floating over to the feminine boy. Kirea had his hands folded as he stood straight next to the Lord of the mannor. "Yes, M'lord. I had to grind the herbs and soak the tea leaves this morning. It is to your liking?" He asked politely. The Night Elf only nodded, and went back to staring at the flame.

Kirea waited for his Lord to excuse him, his head bowed respectfully as he was taught. But the dark skinned elf spoke again. "A storm is coming, my lovely.... I quite was looking forward to going for a stroll in the garden after supper with you." his charming voice rang out again. "But I suppose it shall wait, no?". Kirea nodded, but looked at him curiously. "Are you certain, M'lord? I was not long ago peering from a window...and it seemed like a nice day." He would state softly. The noble man nodded. "Quite certain, dear. My druidic powers would not fail me, even after this extent of not using them. It approaches in perhaps two to three hours." Kirea nodded, and bowed his head again.

The noble finally looked over at him, and smiled, a tad bit of cunning behind his pearly whites. "You know what I expect of you first...." He said. Kirea smiled slightly and walked closer to the chair. He bent at the hips, bringing his face closer to the Night Elf's, before the dark skinned elf completed the action, pressing his dark purple lips to Kirea's lighter pink ones. The soft breath that passed through the kiss was covered by the hint of the elf's beverage, which clashed with Kirea's own minty breath. Kirea wasn't surprised at all, and had actually grown quite accustomed to the Night Elf's affection towards him. The darker skinned elf finally released the lip lock, and withdrew his head back into his chair, with a fresh new smile on his face. "Dismissed, sweetheart...." Kirea offered his own smile and nod, before walking away.

The feminine high elf walked back down the hallway, but turned a corner this time, instead of walking straight back into the kitchen. It lead him to a balcony, with a glass door. He stepped outside and looked up at the exposed sky, his knee dress blowing in the breeze that fluttered by. The blue was darkening, and losing color at a slight rate... perhaps it was to storm after all. And his Master hadn't been wrong before, either. So he assumed that it was to storm soon. The balcony he new stood on gave him a view below, allowing him to see the path that lead up to the mannor; a well crafted wide marble stairs, set into the side of the hill. Just above the stairs, before you reached the door was a small garden, complete with a stone fountain, which had been enchanted to flow of it's own will.

It would've been a nice sight for sore eyes for adventurers out in a storm.

Garth watched her toy with her powers for just a moment, his interest roused by these abilities. Having seen enough, he trots towards the wood, "I'll be back in a moment. Hold tight." Slipping into the thick woods, he begins to hunt for anything that could pass for dinner. He returns with the carcasses of three hares, their ears tied in a knot for easy transportation. "We'll let this meat dry about to preserve it a bit, we will. We best continue north; a storm approaches," he said in a foreboding tone, finger lifted to the suddenly very grey sky. "Keep yer eye out for shelter, Queen."