Serafina nodded and got up quickly, not remembering to give herself a moment to orient herself. She was glad that the man had been retreating towards the door and probably hadn't seen her stumbling, at least. After giving herself a moment, she went over to her dresser, planning on putting on the boy's clothes she had bought one day down in the market, the ones she only wore when she was trying to sneak out, and grabbing her drawing pad. If he was going to take her away, she might as well have something to do. It occurred to her that she wasn't as nearly alarmed as she probably should have been. Just as she had picked up her clothes and pad, she heard yelling, but the man was already coming towards her. He must be a Nysir, she thought, or she just had terrible hearing. Her things were still on the dresser though, and she snatched them up quickly before he pulled her away, leading her towards the window. At least there was a ledge, which he put her on and stepped away. Did he expect her to jump or something? She turned to look towards the guards, one climbing threw the window already. But he wasn't fast enough, just as he was about to grab onto her she was knocked into, or maybe pulled away, it was hard to tell with how fast it was. All she knew was it knocked the breath out of her, and she had to concentrate very hard to keep her things in her hands.
Luckily for her, she did not need to hold on to her things for very long. Long talons- at least they looked like talons -were wrapped around her, pressing her arms tight against her sides and locking her hands together in the process, making it literally impossible for her to drop the things. It seemed like forever that she stayed like that, at least long enough fr her limbs to cramp up and her arms to grow sore. Though it left her with lots of time to think which was actually more of a bad thing than a good one. She was questioning why she didn't mind so much that she had been stolen from her sleep in the middle of the night, why she wasn't screaming her head off at the creature that was carrying her, wasn't freaking out over the fact that he was a Nysir, who hated her species and was probably going to kill her. There wasn't really a logical reason, she decided. Even though she tried to tell herself that it was only because she was still tired and wasn't processing things correctly, she knew it wasn't true. She didn't mind being stolen away because she didn't mind not being with her parents anymore. Raffy wouldn't miss them. They would only notice she was gone for the public, probably. And she had no friends to miss, or really any life at all.
Awhile later they landed, or he landed and she dropped to the ground in a heap. Reorienting herself on the ground again, she stretched out and stood up, looking around curiously. The Princess didn't seem angry, not even annoyed other than for being dropped to the ground so carelessly. You are not a very good assassin if you're apologizing, Riari. She told him flatly, smiling to herself on the inside. Are you not supposed to be completely emotionless? There was a way she spoke, so formal and so elegantly, every word had it's own personal melody. I wish to, but I suppose you would not tell me who it is you are bringing me to even if I asked. An eyebrow was quirked, but she didn't expect an answer unless he really was going to tell her. You may call me Raf- Serafina. The speaking-in-her-head part freaked her out a little bit, but she tried not to show it.