That time could be a long ways away, but it satisfied her for now. Besides, the rest of the day was to be spent having fun. Fun for her that is, and half a heart attack for Michael. He was always so vigilant wherever he went, which was mainly where she went. She could only imagine what went through his mind every day concern her and her safety. She did not truly understand that he really did take every precaution he could when simply strolling down the street. Nevertheless, the young princess knew that she did and would always have a special connection with him, beyond that of a servant and protector, almost like an older brother.
A sudden crash and yell made her eyes light up at the potential adventure and chance to explore the world. Arrests and trials were a form of politics, perhaps she could learn something. Valencia quickly lifted the hem of her dress and started running towards the noise, just in time to see a peculiar looking female being handcuffed by the local crime force. Was she seeing things correctly, or was she losing her mind? "That girl, she had pink hair did she not?" she asked a man standing nearby, also drawn by the commotion. He nodded, about as dumbstruck as she was. She hadn't known it was possible to have one's hair color changed so drastically. She was struck by a sense of curiosity and fear as to who this stranger could be.
"We're going after her. She needs help," she commented to Michael. Valencia herself wasn't entirely sure if she'd rather save this girl or let her suffer whatever consequence deemed suitable for the situation, but either way it would teach her something. A student can never truly stop learning.
She began to trail the burly men until they arrived at a slightly imposing structure, clearly a holding tank in the town before the accused were hung or carted off to the main prison area right outside of Kalistos. Valencia looked up at the door, standing at a formidable 7 feet, it seemed to tower over her. It gave a sense of royalness about it, though she knew nothing of the sort lie behind it. She knocked carefully, as she was raised with manners and taught not to barge into another's space.
An older gentleman peered out at her. "Wad'da ya want?" he asked bluntly. Valencia did her best to look bewildered and confused. "I was looking for my friend. She recently hit her head and has been a bit well, different since the experience. Our parents are terribly worried and I've travelled the past few days looking for her. I believe she might be here. May we come in?" Her fabrication made perfect sense to her, as traumatic head damage could make a person act funny. She'd never seen it happen directly, but heard tales from others in Thania and her favourite librarian, who seemed to know every book on the island inside and out.
The man looked her over, then at Michael. "Who is he?" he asked. "My brother, I can't travel alone can I?" A grumbled reply came and the man grudgingly let them in, leaving to discuss the issues with his fellow workers. Valencia looked up at Michael, expecting to be scolded again.