"That is awful," She said, missing the sarcasm. "How could such a man be King?" She said, as she cupped Roland's pendent in her palm. "I am called Anansi." She said. "Princess of the Day," She said, before closing her eyes. She focused on the removing all that was 'Thomas' and on to all that was Roland, she pictured his face, the curl of his lip with his smile, the grey of his eyes, the coarseness of his palm as it curled around her hand when he touched her, clearly from work and training with a blade.
When her eyes opened, they were completely void of any color but black, only seeing the light blue lines of his aura in the negative world. "He is this way." She said, "Come," She said, and began following the lines to where he was.
It didn't take long and thankfully he wasn't far, but still, Anansi would have gotten to him much quickly had she not have to consider Thomas was looking for him too. Her pace was slowed drastically, yet he seemed a bit of out breath.
She closed her eyes and opened them again, revealing black orbs amidst a sea of white. The world was in true color once again.
"Roland!" She called out, so not to worry him. "I have found your friend, Thomas." She said, to make sure that he knew that she was real and not trickery from a Wendigo. "He says you call him old, and Sir." She said, she couldn't remember the context of which he used those words, honestly, she hadn't been listening well. Her mind was too focused on the lost boy in the fae lands, a dangerous thought indeed.