Old Siram Posts

Beginning the walk back to the Kingdom, Sachiel felt proud. He had discussed and handled a variety of Royal matters this day. He was truly becoming an incorporated part of the Kingdom, and not just a low class citizen. He was escorting her majesty back to the Kingdom, and had met with the leader of their allied clan as well! He wanted to make Micah proud. He wanted to make everyone proud. "How are you feeling, ma'am?" He asked. He cringed, when he realized that he had called her "ma'am" again, but was it really acceptable to call her by first name alone? He didn't believe it so. but it didn't matter now.

She could tell how Sachiel was feeling now, even without having to use her natural empathic abilities to find out; the expression on his face, his actions thus far, even the very way he held himself as he walked, were all signs pointing toward the pride he was, no doubt, feeling. And this pride was very well placed, as well; for she herself was proud of him. One, for doing so many things in just one day, and two, for keeping his cool under Sotay's words, despite his obvious discomfort toward the situation. She guessed if Naili had been here, she would be proud of him too. Naili... For a moment, she was brought back to the image she had seen of the two earlier, but before she let it control her, she shrugged it off and returned her eyes to his face as they walked together through town. Even the way she looked up at him could reflect how proud she truly was. "I'm feeling great, quite thrilled actually; that I have one less invitation to to present. I honestly wasn't looking forward to the travel I would have had to take to reach him, the desert isn't the most friendly place for a girl like me, you know?" A quiet laugh parted her lips then, at the thought. Though, she soon realized as well, that he'd called her 'ma'am' again, a tiny touch of her comfortable smile being lost... though it was soon replaced. "Still calling me ma'am, I see. You do know you can call me just Micah, right, Sachiel? I would rather prefer it, actually" And she would have; since childhood she had been treated as a royal figure head, and nothing more. It upset her, when people treated her so formally; as if she wasn't truly a person. However, she once more shrug off the saddened feelings this thought would bring, deciding to keep her good mood while Sachiel was around. "How about you? How did your classes go?" With this, she was truly interested.

Micah wasn't the only one who could sense things in others. Though she was clearly quite content in the moment, she was perturbed by something. Sachiel was sure he knew what it was, though he wouldn't bring it up, if she didn't, for fear of being wrong. He listened with great happiness, as she explained her mood, and her feelings in the moment. "Glad to know you're feeling well. If there's anything I can do, please don't hesitate to ask." He took in the sights as they continued to travel through the town. He had little reaction with the villagers since taking his new job, mostly, because people of the village did not agree with it. He looked down at Micah once more, knowing that something was sitting on the back of her mind. "What's bothering you, ma... I mean, Micah." He remembered! One more thing to add to his list of accomplishments for the day. As they neared the pods, he proceeded to answer her question about his training. "The young ones are having a bit of trouble, but they're slowly progressing." He explained. "As far as your Court Guard, I'm very proud of them for their progress. I've been thinking meaning to discuss further organizing the Guard, with a better established Chain of Command with you, and there are three Guardians I'm prepared to recommend to you to become Platoon Leaders." Upon realizing he was rambling, he silenced himself, hoping not to talk her ear off.

His words were reassuring, as he let her know that he was there to help if she asked. It gave her some sense of security, she supposed. She could now see how silly it was to have gotten jealous of Naili being so close to him earlier; he was a very easy person to talk to, comforting, even. Micah couldn't blame Naili for wanting to be close to him, because she herself was starting to feel the same; like he was a security blanket, almost. And to be honest, she wanted to confide in him the reason of her unnerving... but she hadn't really shared it with anyone yet, not even fully to her sister. And the separation she felt from people concerning this specific event was different... she didn't feel quite comfortable talking to anyone about it. It wasn't a separation connected by ruler to subject; no, it was person to person. With a feeble smile, she looked once more back up to Sachiel, an apologetic expression creasing the faintly visible lines of her otherwise smooth face. "I'm sorry for worrying you... Its nothing really, just a memory I don't particularly care to remember..." And with that she trailed off into silence for a few moments, reducing herself to silent thought. She was glad, of course, when the escape of his response came. Allowing the unwanted thoughts to fall away from her, she attempted to focus on what he was saying; finding it hard to understand, in the end. Like before, she had to admit to herself that she wasn't a very 'business acknowledged' person, and so most of his words were very confusing to her. All the same, she was interested in hearing more. Something about just listening to him speak was entertaining enough to her, to keep her distracted from the unwanted thoughts that seemed to plague her mind on this particular day. "Tell me more about it?" It was a question, and of course he didn't have to. She hoped desperately he knew this.

Sachiels mind was always racing. Always searching for answers. Usually answers concerning his own life. His past, present and future. He was certain about none of them. However, at this moment, the questions in his mind pertained to her majesty. He knew little about her, now that he thought about it. But her answer made him nervous. He hadn't meant to dive into something that was none of his business, and he certainly didn't want to make Micah feel any less than comfortable around him. He sighed to himself, and nodded his head. "I'm sorry." He said. "I didn't mean to pry." He hoped she would accept his apology, for it was truly sincere.

It didn't come to Sachiel as a surprise that Micah wasn't fully aware of what he was talking about. It wasn't her job to know such things. It was her job to maintain peace, which was why he had been placed in charge of the Guard in the first place. He stroked his chin for a moment, as if thinking of a way to explain it to her. He clapped his hands, as if to say "GOT IT!" and stopped in his tracks, looking down at the sand. "Check it out." he said, still feeling odd about being so informal with her. with his finger, he drew a large rectangle in the sand. "Let's say this rectangle represents all thirty-three Guardians." he told her. Above the rectangle, he drew a small circle. "All thirty-three Guardians basically report to me." he said as he pointed to the circle. "And I report to you." he said, drawing a star above the circle set to represent himself. He smiled to himself for thinking of such a creative explanation. "So your orders go straight down the line."
He took a deep breath, and erased the large rectangle. He then drew three dots in a line beneath his circle. "My idea, is to make the three i mentioned Platoon Leaders, and place them each in charge of a Platoon of ten Guards, who would report to them. This would make the lines of communication less hectic, because everyone has someone to go to. Not only that, but a little competition between the Platoons will motivate them to work even harder." He stood back up to his feet and looked at Micah, hoping his explanation was sufficient.

Ashling had heard that the clan leader would be out and about today and she was told what the woman looked like so she would have no trouble recognizing her. As she straightened her clothing and shook out her hair she waited anxiously until the woman known as Micah walked by so she could beg for help. Although the idea of begging made her feel ill, what other choice did she have? Ah, there she is! Catiously, so that the guard didnt hurt her, she approached the leader. " Excuse me, may I please have a moment of your time?"
Oh my, she really hoped that she would be accepted. To get to live in such a bustiling community would be overwhelming in a good way. To be able to help in any way would make Ashling happy, would make her feel like she was serving a purpose. " I'm new here" She blurts out while being stared at. Oh god.. what should she say and what to keep to herself. " Well anyway, I was told I must see you before I could live here and since you're out I thought..." she trails off and sighs. She was awful at asking for favors. All Ashling could hope for was that the woman was paitent and understanding.

Sachiel watched carefully as the woman approached Micah, stepping forward, as to put himself in the space between the two of them. He did not stand directly in between them, as to allow the woman to speak, but if she attempted anything, he would be fully capable of intercepting. upon the words, "I'm new here." His guard raised once more. It was hard for him to understand completely, she appeared to be one from Siram... He did not speak, however, it seemed she was seeking to start a new life. The thought was funny, as he thought back to that morning, when he, and Naili had to wait outside Micahs door, and yet, an outsider could simply walk up to her and begin talking. He held back his desire to laugh however, simply watching and listening, as he wondered exactly what Micah would say to the stranger.

Ashling took five steps back as the man put his body between hers and Micah's. She was sure that was overkill. It was obvious she had no weapons. ANd what was whith the amused look on his face? It was such a strange mixture of distrust and amusement that Ashling was unsure of what do do, what to say. He looked as though he was holding questions and accusations back and she fought to hold her tounge. She wouldn't speak unless spoken to from this point.

The nervousness was clear on his face now, obviously not having meant to push her into the thoughts that nagged at her constantly anyhow. It was clear in that moment, that he did care about how she was feeling; he seemed to be a very apologetic man, as well. Everyone was around her, though, so she wasn't very much surprised. As to his apology, a simple shake of the head was in order. "So many people have apologized to me, today... for needless reasons." Her eyes returned to his own for a moment, asking him silently to understand. She was tired of people feeling so... separated, from her; she had been raised as nothing more than a figurehead. No one but her sister, her best child hood friend, and her now deceased family, treated her like she was a person, not an object. Everyone was equal, the way she saw it; and acting as if you are lesser than any other human being was like telling said person they aren't a living thing. This was part of the reason she was upset today, the needless apologies reminded her of the fact that she now had even less people that treated her like a real person, what with her parent's and brother's death. With a quiet sigh, her gaze was diverted toward the ground, one of her small hands raising to rub her cheek lightly. "Sometimes, I just can't help but to think of the night my parent's died, which upsets me quite a bit... and, it seems I keep getting brought back to that memory, today." Was her answer to his prior question, which she now felt sort of okay, telling him. She doubted he knew anything of how her family had died, anyway; little people did, the only ones being close members of the council. She supposed that might lead to other questions, questions she wasn't comfortable answering just yet...

The topic's switch again was enough to momentarily restore some comfort to the conversation, and as he stopped, she did as well. His first words were enough to restore some forms of a smile to her lips, as she watched him draw the pictures in the sand. And as he explained, she became more aware of the situation. It was indeed not her job to know things of this nature, the council handled most of these issues. It was nice to learn more about it, though; it gave her a stronger sense of involvement. The pictures seemed to work, as well. Then again, it was only natural that they would, for she was a pictorial and musical learner. She was not very good with worded descriptions, only able to obtain and keep information securely within her mind with the help of visual or musical aids. His short 'lesson' brought her back to the time when she was only a child, being taught by her personal teacher everyday, about things she never thought she would need to know. The information she was provided with back then wasn't half as interesting as Sachiel's teachings, which left her with a stronger desire to watch his next class, and see just who these three 'platoon leaders' where, and what made them so much better than the other students. A smile formed on her lips then, as she looked back up to Sachiel, taking his arm once more naturally. "That helped, greatly. I can't wait to see your next class, I want to meet these three students you are speaking of." They must have been very skilled, to be spoken of the way they were. Then again, she wasn't surprised; any student of Sachiel's would no doubt turn out to be a very successful guardian, it was the reason he had been given the job as a teacher in the first place.

As they continued on through the town, the attention of a woman; seemingly lost in the rather large island they stood upon, approached. She could only hope that the woman would not bow, because if one more person where to bow to her today, she was sure she'd lose it. And to her luck, she didn't. In fact, she didn't even apologize! Micah liked her already. A smile came to her lips then, as she began to speak; halting her steps slowly, as to not catch Sachiel off guard. She listened patiently to the woman speak, the smile on her lips growing ever so slightly. Someone needed her help. Someone was treating her like a person, and not as a figurehead. Someone was actually asking for her help, for once; something that both shocked, and pleased Micah. "Of course. You can come with us now, if you would like; my..." She trailed off a moment, her eyes wandering back up to Sachiel a moment in thought, before returning her gaze back to the woman. "my Gaurdian and I were just headed back down to the Underwater Kingdom. I will set up temporary living arrangements for you in the kingdom, until we find proper housing for you on the island. That sound alright?" She fell silent a moment, the smile remaining on her lips. She only hoped the woman would accept, as this seemed to be her one true achievement of the day. "My name is Micah, by the way. This is Sachiel," And she paused, regarding Sachiel a moment, before shifting her attention once more to the woman. "And you are?"

Ashling smiles slightly at the woman who called herself Micah. Ashling could read the joy on the other woman's face and it confused her. I mean sure, she was all for help but for the woman to be so willing to help put her on guard for some reason. However, as the old saying goes, 'beggers cant be choosers' so as the woman finishes her questions Ashling finds herself nodding and speaking " Yes. That sounds fine, but could you please tell your guard dog to calm down? I pose no threat." Ashling smiles first at Micah and then at Sachiel. Perhaps she shouldn'y have said that but what's spoken can't be taken back and she always was a bit too sharp-of-tounge. Sarcasm and her were on a 1st name basis. " Oh, my name is Ashling." she adds hastily, realizing she didn't introduce herself and they had.

Sachiels muscles tensened, and his fists clenched upon hearing Ashlings comment. Was everyone out to work his last nerve today? He hadn't threatened this woman, he was simply doing what he was hired to do. He calmed himself, and cleared his throat, refusing to let her get him worked up. Words couldn't take away what he had worked so hard to obtain. He cleared his throat once more and spoke to the woman. "Right this way." He said, before offering Micah his arm once more, and stepping toward the pods.

Ashling watches as the man swallows his anger. Hmm perhaps poking him with words was a bad idea. With a humble smile she nods and follows him to the pods. The villagers told her that the pods took you underwater to where the royals lived and the temporary housing was. The idea saced Ashling a bit. She had the gills and webbing in the appropriate places but she had only used them a few times before. She was nervous and nerves made her go silent. Taking a few deep breaths she waits to see what happens.

This strange newcomer was perking her interests, and rather quickly she had to add. She was the opposite of what she'd grown up being around, that much was obvious from the get-go. Most people would have damn near dropped to their knees in their gratefulness, but this one... she thought that the circumstances Micah had given her as options were 'fine'. Interesting. Her comment, however, was out of place for her to speak. Micah could easily see the irritation and outright anger building on Sachiel's face. After a moment her steps halted, a hand raising to rest against Sachiel's shoulder. "This here, is no guard dog. He is one of the few privileged enough on the island to serve his clan, and his Princess, in a protective manner. In fact there is so few people in Siram that are given the status he has been, some could say he is even higher than I." With this, her eyes shifted to Sachiel, sincerity clear on her face in that moment. He hadn't been a Guardian at birth; but when you walk and talk like one, there is not much keeping you from becoming one. He had been teaching the upcoming Guardian's for some time now, having proved to be the best teacher Siram had gotten yet. Micah thought is was the proper time to let him know, that at least in her eyes, he was a true Guardian, himself. After a pried, pointed loo up at Sachiel, her eyes returned to the newcomer solemnly. "Keep that in mind; even if you show no respect toward me, he deserves it upright, without waver." A sense of finality laced her tone now, and though she appeared only a child, in that moment, the presence her father used to carry around, a full on force, power, radiated out around her. And on that note, she linked arms once more with Sachiel, and began to move once more; walking into the small room she had come out of on her way up. The system works on standby immediately reacted to their presence, attempting to sweep themselves into bows; though before they had the chance, she lifted a hand to halt their movements with a disapproving frown on her face. With a silent look to both Sachiel, and the women, Ashling, Micah moved forward into the now open doors of the pod; like an elevator, accept with rounded walls. "Kingdom, please..." And after the system worker had locked down the proper settings, the door closed, and the three were catapulted downward through the crystal clear tubing system; Micah's eyes wandering the expanse of ocean around them from safe inside the air-locked pod.

Sachiel remained silent during, and after Micahs rant, for many reasons. First and foremost, he had never heard her raise the voice of authority since he first met her. Furthermore, he was more than flattered by her compliments, even if some of them were a bit over the top. He simply looked at her, a pleased smile on his face. However, Ashling didn't seem the type to care what she had to say anyway. She already appeared to be ungrateful. Micahs kindness clearly knew no bounds. Were it up to Sachiel, she would end up sleeping on a tent on the beach. But it didn't matter. Noone was going to ruin Sachiels good day. As the pod took off, he made a mental note to ask Micah an important question, once the newcomer was effectively dealt with.

Ashling shivered slightly at the tone of Micah's voice. She hadn't really meant to insult him. In a soft voice she says " Well from where I stand he posesses all the quailites of a guard dog. Loyality, anger, desire to please his master ( so to speak) and a one mindedness where you are concerned." That being said Ashling turns to the man called Sachiel. " Look, I'm sorry if I insulted you.. I just.. well.. your presence seems overkill, but then again, I admit that I know nothing of this world. I suppose you serve a purpose." Ashling flashes him a small smile. Turning slightly she addresses Micah. " I do appreciate your help. I'm sure I ought to be groveling at you feet but that wasnt the way I was raised. The family I was born into was the leading family of my town. I was you.." Ashling trails off, tears in her eyes. She didn't feel up to explaining more. In a soft voice, almost a whisper Ashling says " thank you." and bows her head as small tears roll down her cheeks.

Sachiel actually broke into laughter as the woman spoke. She had no idea how much he would LOVE to wrap his hands around her neck, and throw her out of the pod. But he would not show signs of barbarism here. Especially not in front of her majesty. Why was she putting out the extra energy to help this woman? She knew nothing other than self gratification. No sense of respect, or authority. She had no place in the Kingdom. He researched and studied his entire life in order to learn proper ettiquettes taken when around Royals. His hand shook lightly, as he restrained himself once more. He looked to Micah, to help in quelling his anger. Her face was pleasing, and it made him forget his frustration. But honestly, he would simply be glad when this woman was out of his presence.

The tone of Micah's voice seemed to have instilled some off feelings within the two, she noted disappointedly. Of course, she hadn't meant to snap, or seem particularly rude, but the words she had spoken where sincerely meant. There was no reason to 'grovel' at either one of their feet, but then again, there was also no reason for her to have said a thing so uncalled for to Sachiel, for protecting her. Micah couldn't blame the girl, though; she was in an unfamiliar situation, and was acting the way she had been raised to as a child. A moment of sympathy was taken for the girl, and in that moment, Micah was given the feeling that she had to take this girl under her wing, and either get her used to the normal life, or find some use for her in the kingdom to give her that 'Royal' sense once more. This wouldn't be the easiest feet to achieve, of course; Micah was willing to try, though. And even though her eyes strayed from either one of them, her voice was quietly spoken. "He was protecting his princess, like I'm sure one of your guards would have done for you, had a stranger walked up to them suddenly. You never know who has the intention of hurting you. Protection is needed, even if this is a 'Land of Peace'. My parents are a prime example of that..." And she trailed off, taking a quiet moment to think once more of the night her, her best friend, and both of their families were attacked in the middle of the road, and the rest of her family was murdered. Yes, protection was needed, here as much as anywhere else. She assumed then, that Ashling would realize the reasons for Sachiel's actions, no matter how rash she deemed them to be. The rest of the way down to the kingdom was silent; once the pod slowed to a stop at the Kingdom's station, she stepped out into the small room she had previously visited, giving a weak smile to both of the system workers on watch, before leading both Sachiel and Ashling out of the room and down the main corridor, that would eventually open up into the large main entry way of the palace, stopping near the stair case and turning to both of them.

"Firsthand, Ashling, I would like to notify you of the rules of the underwater kingdom. There is to be no disrespect to any you meet here, no destruction, no fighting, no stealing, etcetera. Basically all of the normal rules of society. If you need anything, I will give you the phone extension to my room for you to call. If by change I am out of my room at the time, you will have to come find me. I will be out for most of the day, today, but will return tonight. Before I leave, I will have a new room opened up for you in the visitors wing, which is right next to the Royal's wing, so I won't be far away." She took a moments pause, turning her attention to Sachiel afterward. "Do you have somewhere you have to be, or would you mind accompanying me a bit longer?" She guessed he was most likely tired, and would probably like to sleep sometime soon. He had classes the next day, she presumed, and he would need his strength. However, she would not make him leave her side if he didn't wish it to be, he was of his own free will after all. After speaking, she leaned rather carelessly into the first large rail of the staircase, taking a few moments to rest from the stress that had built up over the short while she had been out. It seemed today was going to be a long day, despite Micah's attempts to keep it peaceful. Peace... the one thing she strived for in life, but never really achieved, it seemed.

Xavier awaited for the pod to arrive on the beach so he could make this trade and be on his way..While waitng on transpirtation he toyed around with his gloves making small ajustments a modification to the leather ..The wind played with his hair and help the sand walk covering his sandles..Finally the pod arrived, creeping it's way from the water to the beach where Xavier stood there ready to enter .. The door opens,Xavier enters giving the man greetings with a blinding smile while the door adsorbs air and shuts behind him ..Still messing with his gloves he obverse the underwater kingdom that somuch people takle about ... He thought it was rumors,but seeing it for his self the only person that was lying was him to his self..The tubes let to the entrance where he parted ways with the driver and grab a map with direction on where to go and where he was.But the hand writing was kinda hard to read but it was the only thing that was going to kepp him from being lost down here ..

Micahs sympathy was misplaced. But it mattered not. She would do as she pleased. It was a perk of being a Clan leader, he supposed. He allowed Micah to finish explaining things to the woman, then smiled when she returned her attention to him once more. "I would be more than glad to accompany you." he told her. In fact, he preferred it. "Actually, I wanted to ask you about something..." he looked at the ground as he spoke. "About the Ball." He offered her his arm once more. It made him feel important, not to mention, her presence was pleasing. He wondered where she would have them go now. It had never actually been specified, after all. He supposed he would simply find out upon their arrival.

Ashling could feel the sadness roll off of Micah. Ashling sighs and in a small voice she agrees with the rules and the explanation she was given for this man's existance. " I do see the need Micah, however, where just a few of those you knew perished, my whole world was destroyed in one weekend. My mum, dad, guards, friends, everyone. However, you needn't worry about me in this social situation. Also, it's quite kind of you to offer the visitors quarters and a line to your room as I'm sure you don't make that offer to just anyone.As strange as this is, you remind me of my friend Mariska. I hope in time we can be, if not friends, at least good aquaintencies. " As soon as the she had spoken she looks around in an awed manner. She was underwater and the change was immeadiate. She felt lighter and happier. Happy enough to smile at Sachiel. He would never care for her, she knew that. Tilting her head to one side she overhears the two of them whispering about a ball.. Turning quickly back to Micah she blurts out " Ball? What ball? Oh my, that sounds fun." She sighs, knowing there is no way she would be invited. " What should I do until my room is set up?"

She could feel the different waves of emotion rolling off of Sachiel, as clearly as one could feel a cool breeze, or the warmth of a flame near their skin. It was easy to tell Sachiel believed Micah was expending too much kindness to this new comer, but in the end, it came down personal beliefs. And Micah's personal belief, was that everyone; even the apparently rude, or unappreciative, deserved a chance from everyone. People changed all the time, and though it would take some hard word and patience, Micah had faith that Ashling would get used to things around Siram soon enough. She wasn't glad to hear of Ashling's family mishap, but then again, there wasn't much Micah could do about it now. All that was left was to move forward, which Micah would try to help her do. A small smile turned her lips as she looked once more to Ashling. "Well, I could prepare your room now, if you would like. Or, you can explore the Kingdom a bit, if you would rather prefer that. I have some things to attend to, so I will be leaving shortly." The smile on her lips then grew as Sachiel accepted her request, once more allowing her arm to link with his own. "Oh? Well then, I'll be sure to answer as best I can, then..." And then she remembered, the ball was coming up. Ashling seemed to be interested, which was not surprising to Micah. Who wouldn't want to go to a ball, escpecially someone who had formerly been from royal lineage. Turning her attention once more to Ashling, a pleased expression lit her face. "Yes, Siram is hosting a Grand Ball for all of Daratan, coming up this Saturday. You can come, if you would like. It would give you the chance to meet some of the others from Siram, as well as our Brother Clans." And in truth, she would have very much liked Ashling to go; it might give her the chance she needed to feel a part of the new land she had stepped into, that morning. Give her a shot at a new life, even.

Her attention shifted then, as the sound of the pods coming to a stop behind her made itself clear. Keeping her arm linked with Sachiel's, she pivoted to face the corridor in which a strange man was coming down. Who was he? She didn't know, and she hadn't seen him before. He seemed to belong to a different clan, but even if this were true, commoners were not allowed access to the underwater Kingdom unless accompanied by a royal; or in time of a big event. With an odd look on her face, she released Sachiel's arm in silence and started down the corridor, planning to meet the man halfway, to see his reasoning for being here.

Tiliting her head to the right slightly, Ashling thinks about what Micah has said. She could go exploring but would she make it back into the building? The guards had no clue who she was, she had no idea where to go and she held the feeling it would be unwise to just jump in head first. " Well, perhaps you could have a room made up for me now?" A wide smile spreads across Ashling's face when she is told she would be allowed to go to the ball. Ball were a time of happiness and grandeur. Gathering her hair off her neck and on top of her head she secures it there and beams like a happy child. With her hair up you could see her gills and the intracate marking around her shoulders and neck. Thin golden and teal lines forming patterns in her tan skin. She had been born with them and she supposed it was these markings and the gills that made Micah feel like she might be one of them and perhaps made Sachiel so distrustful of her. Ashling turns and watches the pods and Micahs face as she processes the fact that some one managed to get down here without her say. Ashling bristled. She wasnt sure why but the look on Micah's face made her feel on guard.

"About the ball..." Sachiel started. There was an embarrassed look on his face as he spoke. He looked over toward Micah, with an almost lost, look of desperation in his eyes. However, his thought process was once more thrown off, and inturrupted by the appearance of an outsider.. He quickly walked toward the man, alongside his Princess, prepared to remove the man from his current location if he failed to provide an adequate reason for his appearance. He supposed it would be best to leave the greetings to Micah, for she was the greater authority, but he also felt she would grant the outsider any request he came up with if he left it up to her. "May I help you?" He asked, in a polite, yet stern voice.

A man ,and a women intercep him from where he was looking for ..The man spoke before the women did asking what was his reason for being here ..From the looks he looked like a guard.. Xavier answer the man's question but his eyes was set on the women ..(I am here for something )Still staring at the women in front of him he asked her name..Her beauty took control of his eyes her body called him ..Then he shook out the trans she had on him and repeated the answer .."I'm here for a trade from the tenkuu clan "

Ali was bored. No, she was beyond bored. She was so far past bored that there wasn't even a word for it. She'd tried going on a walk around the island, she tried swimming around, she tried sun bathing, she tried just about everything. The only other thing she could think of was visiting her good friend Micah. Yeah, thaqt sounded like a good idea. She swam over to the pods and seeing the escort, she waved. "Hey, hows it going?" she asked. He just made a thumbs up sign and moved out of the way. Commoners weren't usually allowed in the kingdom, but she was an acception considering how close her and Micah were. After riding the short ride in her pod she got off and walked the path she knew so well to micah's room. Not even having to knock anymore she let herself in and looked around. Seeing no one she shrugged and walked out, starting her search for Micah, humming a tune under her breath during her walk.