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Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Aug 30, 2022 11:43:22 GMT -6
serve the good, be one of the greats, heal the world and change our fate
Winds had died with the sunlight, giving way to a starless night, one that brought a rare chill to the land this season. The moon slashed the sky like a ghastly smile. The beach was dark, isolated, and cold. Tides had receded, leaving pools akin to splintered glass upon the white sand which stretched miles upon miles. Laurelin left nary a track as she traversed the coastline.
Her goal was simple.
A teen had gone into the ruins at sunrise; he had come back with the sunset. The locals made it out to be a common occurrence, come the changing of the seasons, wherein the inexperienced thought themselves experienced only to be lost to Leviathan’s wrath.
Laurelin was no stranger to the tides, to the swallowing sea, to the oppressive waves. Save for it was the Kraken who ruled the raging waters. She also surmised not many travelers carried Oxyale on their person.
Moonlight glistened off the ruins, rising like some beast’s teeth on the horizon, foreboding. Laurelin’s eyes narrowed as she narrowed the distance. It reeked, and not of rotting seaweed and brine. Death had always left a bitter tang on her tongue.
Her foot made contact with the first stair and Laurelin heard the distinctive whang beneath her sole. The entire structure was made of metal, a testament to the skillset of the old civilization. She could make out the interlockings of the plates, could imagine the engineering that must have taken place here centuries prior. It mirrored the Sky Folk’s own fortress. At least the latter still hummed with life. Here it was silent as a grave.
Death did not easily sway her. Pressing further into the ruins, she began her search. Aiden was said to be five and ten years old, nearing his day of life celebration, with a curl of strawberry blond hair with a burst of freckles. Orphaned for some odd years, he had taken to part time jobs to pass the time, aiming for a better life with the money he’d earn. From what she could gather, he had quit his job on the docks, and set out on this quest.
Ancient artifacts always stirred the blood. Even the arguably wise folk went gaga over the unknown whereas others often scorned it, believing everything to be cursed, born out of their own fear. Given the number who have died over this alleged item, Laurelin couldn’t necessarily fault them for their mindset. Yet she could not deny she loved chasing the mysticism.
The moon rose higher, casting shadows that crept like spiders across the cold surface. Laurelin quickened her pace. There was no description whether or not Aiden had packed for overnight nor weather changes. Which meant he most likely hadn’t prepared food rations. Around her, as Laurelin all but danced around the broken remnants, it took only one mishap to break a leg.
A chill ran down her spine. Blood, red as poppies. Her eyes skimmed the ancient, alien monolith. There were signs of a skirmish or, judging by the lack of bodies, an accident of some sort. Motivation stirring in her chest, Laurelin rose, redoubled her search. Shaking loose her Judgment Staff from its bandolier, she breathed out a single word ’Fire’, and the amber crystal flared to life, flickering like a candle.
The rippling pools captured her reflection, a wraith clothed in blue, her hair shimmering in the pale light. In this light she looked ever like the Sahagin that roamed the shores. Such thoughts didn’t warm her. Neither did the blood trail she spotted.
Within the megalith’s shroud, she found the boy. He had tensed at the sight of her, snarling, thrusting a fileting knife upward, poised to strike. Sweat beaded his brow, his breathing uneven. Blood trickled from his nose. Once his eyes refocused, the fight drained out of him, evident by his leaden limbs. “Fat Chocobo’s feathery arse,” he whispered.
“Language,” Laurelin said with a wry smile. Despite being weary and bloodied, he seemed to be in relatively good spirits.
Having caught her expression, the teen puffed out his chest. “Just a scratch,” Aiden offered, grimacing around the pain of his mouth. “Thought you were that stupid sea hag comin’ back.” Lifting his knife in a loose grip. “Was ready to gut you like a fish.”
That earned him a rich laugh from the elf which brought out Aiden’s own, reedier laugh. “Glad to know I am not a hagfish in need of filetting, then.” The humor dried up the moment Aiden hacked up blood, spat it dancing shadows. She drew closer, keen eyes skimming over his limbs, finding only bruises and scrapes on exposed skin. “A broken nose is hardly a scratch,” she mused, “yet still a better outcome than death. Pray tell, whatever possessed you to travel so light and alone? There is strength in numbers.”
“Wanted to prove I was good enough for the Blades.”
He speaks of the Dragonblades. Laurelin had gone still as winter. While she had heard tell of their deeds, their triumphs and rumors of their chaotic influence—namely dragons becoming a popular pet—she had paid little overall. Save for the occasional swiping of their potential clientele before everyone went to them directly. An initiation to this extreme felt unorthodox for a highly praised group. Perhaps she should investigate them some more.
Laurelin dispelled those thoughts. Now was not the time to get up in arms over others’ recklessness. A good tongue lashing would come later; a broken nose paled in comparison to a mother’s scorn—even if Laurelin had to be the substitute matriarch. “Cast aside this nonsense. You are in need of a healer.”
“No.” There was a fire in his eyes, driven. “Not leaving until I get the treasure.” His countenance hardened, the blood flecking from his cracked lips, adding to his monstrous appearance. “Not until I can prove I am good enough.”
Youth came in many forms: stubborn, fickle…stupid. Laurelin had hit the jackpot, apparently. Perhaps she really was old.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Aug 30, 2022 13:59:30 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
"Cura."
A deep, calm -- yet firm voice echoed throughout the room as a brilliant and colorful swirl of light would swing around the injured teenager. From outside the opening to their back stepped in a tall, muscular male clad in armor. Long blonde hair flowed down past the man's shoulders, but they were soon brushed aside to reveal brimming brown eyes with a piercing gaze. A frown coupled his stone expression, a tell that the man probably wasn't exactly happy about what he was seeing.
"You must be Aiden" Caius brought up then, seeming to recognize the boy from when he had first visited the orphanage. The truth was that Caius had been alerted to the boy's intentions by either Sarah or one of the other orphans not too long after he had left. After the teenager had relayed his intentions to them, it was likely they had intended to stop him, but he had gotten away. Caius had been contacted as a result, informed of the situation, and given an idea of where they might have gone. It had taken some tracking, but Caius had eventually found his way here. Not soon enough though, and the mercenary's frown only grew as he glimpsed over the boy's wounds throughout his approach. While he had managed to stabilize him a bit better, he needed a doctor to ensure that the wounds would heal properly.
"I heard from your family that you were looking to 'prove yourself' to us, so to speak" Caius inquired as he closed the distance, kneeling down to the boy's level so he could examine the wound more closely. He sighed and shook his head, both annoyed at the boy's hubris and ashamed that he hadn't been able to stop the boy from being hurt. "While admirable and brave, you're still young and with no training. All the bravery in the world isn't going to help you if you get hurt because you went out there before you were ready" he scolded bluntly, but gently as his features softened along with his tone. "And you have worried your family at the orphanage. You're lucky they knew to come to me"
With that, he needed to address what he had overheard when he had first come in. "It's best that we get you home. Even if I let you continue on, your injuries will just get worse if you don't see a doctor soon, and going on this voyage when injured is foolhardy when you don't know what is ahead. Acting tactlessly is not bravery."
With that, he turned to the woman that had found the boy first. He noticed right away the pointed ears poking out from her blonde locks, but she lacked the strange pigment of the other elf. In fact, she seemed quite human in her features, ears aside. As Caius was still not all that familiar with elves beyond fairy tales, he had to wonder what this one would be like. "Thank you for keeping the boy company" Caius addressed her then, with a polite and respectful bow. "Whatever treasure may be here, I will not stop you from pursuing it if that is what you are here for. I need to get this one to a proper healer as soon as possible."
With that, Caius looked to the boy again. "How well can you walk?" Caius inquired, then. "Don't play the bravado game with me, please. It's impractical for your well-being. And the sooner you recover from your injuries, the sooner I can talk to Sarah about bringing you in for training, if you insist on trying to join. You cannot train in your condition, after all" he then pointed out, leveraging the boy's desires to ensure he would be able to help them without bravado-laced interference.
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Sept 2, 2022 10:08:15 GMT -6
He was still as stone, rooted as the oak, refusing to see the fault of his ways. It was time to switch tactics. She began by kneeling on her haunches, giving the illusion of being his equal. “Come now,” she said, a tad softer. His rigid shoulders drooped, ever slightly. “Without proper care, the chance may never come.”
She could see the whites of his eyes. It would seem her words had struck a chord. Until the air shifted and she could hear the crunches of brine beneath leaden feet. A sliver of a shadow fell over them both. Judgment Staff in hand, Laurelin swiveled, sweeping at the newcomer's legs.
Magic caressed her senses akin to one walking into a single spider web. She stopped short, as if struck. Healing magic always felt foreign despite its welcome, with its subtlest of touches, making one’s breath catch. It contrasted the name Aiden bellowed.
A name that even she recognized. Pulling the staff away, she glanced up, taking in the hailed hero. Blond and fair, was he, with a few inches on her height. His full attention was on the teen, reiterating her own points, albeit with a father’s scorn. Her eyes roamed over his figure, concluding everything seemed to match that statue constructed. Until she got to his jawline.
The statue exaggerated the beard.
Ah, well. Art can only capture so much.
Aiden’s protests had since quieted, given the gravity of Caisu’s words. Then, much to her surprise, his attention was on her. Oh. So that’s what he thinks.
She rose, eye-level with Caius. While questing went hand-in-hand with treasure, it wasn’t always the end goal. He meant well, she knew, judging by how he had thus spoken to Aiden, but the assumption was more than enough to have her set her jaw. “I came for the boy," she said, voice tight. “I am no mere archaeologist.”
“I ain’t stopping.” Aiden had some fight in him, it seemed.
Caius was not having it.
Sarah. Laurelin perked at that name. Unbidden, Princess Sarah, with her lute, and fair hair falling in loose ringlets came to mind. The Realm’s Rejoice, beloved by her citizens and to borders beyond. Laurelin dispelled those thoughts. There were plenty of Sarahs in the world. The possibilities were next to none. Yet she could swear the crystal at her chest warmed. Was it a sign?
“Perchance”—she shook her head—“nevermind.”The likelihood of you knowing Princess Sarah from Cornelia is next to none.
The same could be said of there being a Warrior of Light hailing from Elfheim. Yet here she was, the testament in flesh.
By now Aiden was defeated and on his feet, albeit unsteady. Laurelin swept in, scarred hand reaching to steady him before allowing him to lean against her like when she favored her quarterstaff. He hadn’t stopped watching either, as one who’s deciphering a puzzle. Laurelin offered a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Count your blessings. Had it been me, you would have been sent home with a bruised ego, lacking an interview.”
As Aiden balked she released a bell-like laugh. “Now then, it is time I carry out my mission.” She flashed Caius a lopsided grin. “You are welcome to tag along if you’d like.”
Post by Caius Dragelion on Sept 3, 2022 16:52:52 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
There will definitely be discourse about the beard in a future thread, now that this context has been introduced. As for the present situation, Caius frowned when the boy refused to leave, but he didn't relent. Eventually though, the kid would back down and understand the points they were making. Caius couldn't help the breath in relief at that. Kids were difficult to deal with, he had to admit. They were more difficult to handle than monsters sometimes, if kids like Claire and Yuffie were any indication. So the fact he was able to get this teenager to agree at all was half a miracle in of itself. Now though, they had to get him out.
But the elf meanwhile, wasn't here as an adventurer seeking treasure as Caius had expected. Instead, she had been hired to go after the boy. "Interesting. His family neglected to mention they had sent another" Caius mused, scratching his head a moment before deciding to just let the whole thing go and focus on what was important. While it was strange, he had bigger priorities right now. However, were the girl to become a threat to himself and the boy, then he would deal with her accordingly -- and swiftly, considering their present company. The boy's protection was his priority until he could get them back to Sarah in one piece. That meant no mercy if it came to it.
The girl seemed to want to ask something, but retracted it. Caius blinked a few times as he stared at her, but after a few moments simply shrugged it off. With that, then, it was about time they got the boy home. Caius moved his arm to ensure the kid would hav support on his other side in case it was necessary. "Caius" he introduced himself to the newcomer then, though he figured she already knew at this point. "A pleasure to meet you, miss...?"
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Oct 23, 2022 20:07:01 GMT -6
“Oh, none sought me confidentiality,” she said, shrugging her shoulders to free her hair from her hood. Humor flashed in her eyes as she tilted her head, revealing her elfin heritage. “Whispers tend to be loud.”
While true, it was Seraphine who made excellent intel. Between her gift of foresight and orchestrating conversations to glean information, she knew much and more about Zephon. Laurelin would have been a fool not to accept her aid. In turn Seraphine had gained a mentor. Their relationship began as mutual and morphed into a friendship.
Caius needn’t know of the budding prophetess yet. Trust had to be established. Even so, she could mention children weren’t renowned for being quiet even when whispering. In this case, there had been plenty of hubbub about before Seraphine suggested she fetch the boy.
“What you seek will be revealed,” the redhead had said. “The foundation has been laid.”
Despite trusting Seraphine, Laurelin had some doubts.
As Aiden drooped his other arm across Caius’s shoulder, she kept vigil. Between the strange hero and roaming monsters about, only a fool would be caught unaware. For now she’ll remain neutral, as Caius had yet to come off as threatening. Not to mention with Aiden’s weight split between them, it would make the trek simpler and swift. Good. He needed a healer and fast.
Judging by the pace they set, it wouldn’t take long. Her staff clicked against the metal as they walked, the amber crystal pulsing like a heartbeat, illuminating their path. The three had fallen into silence, save for Aiden’s occasional gasp that was all but drowned out by the rolling waves.
Until Caius broke the quiet. It would seem that, despite his unease, he was willing to extend an olive branch. She could return it. “Laurelin,” she said, soft, brisk as the breeze. “A pleasure, famed hero.” Her smile held a secret as did the twinkle in her eyes.
By now the cool metal gave way to sand, cushioning their steps. Her visage softened moreso, enjoying the touch of nature beneath her soles. Until she spied moonlight rippling off of the scales of a massive beast. A spell leapt to her throat, ready to cas it down, until Aiden released an elated cry.
Ah, that’s right.
“Dragon.” She took in the half-eaten fish with a wry sense of humor. “First one I’ve seen as a pet.”
Post by Caius Dragelion on Nov 12, 2022 19:55:54 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
Whispers tend to be loud. Caius understood the meaning of those words and what they entailed, but how they led her straight here, Caius didn’t know for sure. It was a bit suspicious, just a little sus you could say. With the Original Sin on the loose and actively hunting the Dragonblades, it was very possible that this one could be… An imposter.
The elf would extend her name with his own. Caius nodded calmly at that. "A pleasure" he agreed in kind. The trek back out was swift, and they would be greeted with Vordun's fishy comedy routine. It was clear that despite the fact Vordun looked completely harmless, Caius recognized the gait of someone about to cast a spell. Caius had raised his free hand from his position to the side and just slightly behind her as his gaze grew deathly cold, his palm pointed towards his "ally" in the moment. Daring her to try. Whether he was planning to conjure a weapon or intercept her spellcasting with his own was to be seen. Though he didn't seem to be gunning for Laurelin directly, his aim seemed to be a little bit off. If he was to cast the spell now, it would have fired just ahead of her.
But the elated cry from the child as they recognized Vordun brought warmth back to the air. As Laurelin seemed to recognize that Vordun was no threat, Caius lowered his hand. Truthfully, he had no desire to harm Laurelin, and would not have casted anything that would do more than intercept her own attack. But he hoped she could forgive his protectiveness of the dragon, no matter who he had to point his blade towards to accomplish that.
"I'm not sure if pet is the word for it" Caius brought up then as he helped the boy move to where he could pet Vordun. Vordun nuzzled his head into the boy's palm, before promptly swallowing the rest of the fish and sniffing at them all with thought that they might have more. Slobbering all the while.
"We'll get you more fish, Vordun. Though you could catch one yourself much faster than I, I'm sure" Caius pointed out with a small laugh at that. He looked to the others, then.
"Why don't we have Vordun do the rest in transporting us back? I doubt the lad wants to walk the whole way back in his condition."
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Dec 17, 2022 17:24:24 GMT -6
Had he been one of her closest companions, she would have lowered his hand with her own. Words would have to do. “Relax.” Already, the sensation of magic was dwindling, leaving her limbs to tremble from its absence. “I have no intention of casting.” Laurelin fought back a teasing smile. She had likened a pet to a critter someone took in, raised, fed, and trained; Caius seemed to have fit that criteria.
“Wait!” Aiden’s eyes were wide, pleading, appearing younger than his years. “You were going to hurt Vordun?”
“I have fought many adversaries,” Laurelin admitted, “dragons amongst them. Forgive an old, warrior instinct.” Her gaze softened as the boy held protectively on the snout, as if he were clinging to a puppy, begging to keep it. So much for Vordun not being a pet. “I have no intention of harming him.”
Her words rang true, and she meant for both to hear. There was an unspoken threat between the two, thankfully the child was too oblivious to it, due to his fascination with dragons. Good, considering she was not about to test whether or not a human could outcast an elf. Nor was she really itching to make adversaries. Let alone an adversary with a following.
Beyond clearing a Sahagin infestation here and there, she did not mind experiencing a short vacation from world saving. Granted, the itch for adventure began needling her skin, causing her to take on a rescue challenge, heeding an instinctive call for help. Perhaps, she mused, it was just something in her blood.
Caius had lowered his hand. Perhaps it was in both of their blood. While rocky, she could see an alliance forging. Smiling, she shook the grit from her staff before securing it to her bandolier.
“You fought…dragons.”
Stricken from her thoughts, Laurelin merely nodded.
“I don’t remember hearing about you.”
Laurelin’s smile fell. “Unless you hail from Cornelia, you would not have. I am rather…new to this world. But”—she gestured toward Vordun, dismissing further questions—“enough of this interrogation. You are wounded, albeit not in pride, and need a healer.” At the sight of Aiden puffing his chest out to protest, she added: “I may indulge your curiosity at a later time.”
She kept her distance, patiently waiting for the men to settle themselves upon Vordun.
Post by Caius Dragelion on Dec 21, 2022 14:15:22 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
"She wouldn't have" was all Caius gave for response when the child asked whether Laurelin was going to hurt Vordun. Whether he meant in faith that Laurelin wouldn't hurt him, or because Caius would have prevented it, was left ambiguous. But it was as clear as day that Caius cared greatly for Vordun. He had not hesitated for even a moment to raise his hand to someone that was an ally if they put Vordun in danger. While Caius would not have hurt Laurelin if he could have helped it, Vordun's safety would have came first. Still, the threat appeared to have passed for now, dismissed as simply a warrior's instinct. That was acceptable.
Caius had no desire to make enemies if he didn't have to, especially one that had just been there to help this child. There was no practical nor personal benefit in doing so. But Caius was a protector above all else, especially to that dragon. Hopefully she could understand his reasons. He listened then as the child began to question Laurelin about her own background, and Caius did not see it fit to interrupt. Instead, he went to check over Vordun, ensuring that the dragon had not gotten into any scraps or been wounded at all while he had been in the cavern. Vordun however, appeared fine. More than well enough to fly back to Torensten.
Though something Laurelin said caught his interest. A name in particular -- Cornelia. Caius' head jerked in her direction when she spoke it. "I have a feeling I've figured out your source" Caius brought up at the end of her short-lived tale. "It seems Her Highness had things well in hand after all."
He was wrong, of course. But how could Caius guess at a seer being responsible?
She however was right, that they needed to get the boy back to town soon. So with that, Caius helped him onto Vordun and ensured he was properly strapped in. Caius climbed onto the front of Vordun's saddle, before holding out a hand for Laurelin to take. It appeared that despite his move earlier, he did not hold any manner of resentment for Laurelin. His actions towards her had been necessity, nothing more.
"Sit behind the boy. In his condition, it is best he have the most stability."
Post by Laurelin Hawthorne on Feb 21, 2023 12:18:06 GMT -6
She had anticipated the two would carry onward without her. What she had not foresaw was a calloused, open palm before her. Laurelin found herself taken aback as one stricken. He had extended his hand. To her. Unbidden, a flush crept to her cheeks. Her life had become a warrior, a traveler, and an ally. Nothing more; nothing less. She had grown accustomed to being seen as a chosen, untouchable beacon of light, and not as a maiden.
It was…awkward, to say the least, and would take time to adjust to. Still she accepted his hand graciously. Once settled with Aiden secured, she gave a nod.
With a command, they took to the sky. Being young and strong, Vordun was adept at handling the gales with ease. Something fluttered in her chest, stirring a long repressed hunger. Bold as brass, she let go, outstretched her arms to either side, with a laugh clear as bells.
Strawberry-blond hair wiped about his face, as he glanced back at her, doe-eyed while clinging to Caius for dear life. His countenance only fueled her appetite as memories of her companions’ first flight reactions surfaced. At least one of them had a similar look. Meanwhile, she had embraced the sense of freedom with open arms.
She reached forward, securing the teen once again with one arm, providing the comfort of security he sought.
“—would have loved this,” she mused aloud, voice pitched in unrestrained glee. Somehow, somewhere, in the deepest part of her soul, a companion of hers wielding the Wind Crystal was hale. Her blood sang, wishing it true of each friend.
Once aground, she practically vaulted from the dragon, pivoting on her toes to face Caius and Aiden, cloak snapping about her legs. A grin, genuine and elfin, crinkled the corners of her eyes. “It has been ages since I last felt young.”Alive, even. The broached crystal shimmered like spring aspen leaves in the sunspray, drawing from its bearer’s inner light while mirroring her emotional state.
For a moment she was every bit the elf her friends would remember, before the Lich, before their journey became perilous. Before Zephon, when her crystal lost its radiance.
As if remembering her task, she sobered quickly, once again slipping into an old role. Though, this time, the crystal kept its faint glow. “Right, come along now.” Reaching up, she offered to steady Aiden, helping Caius in guiding the teen down. Once steady on his feet, Laurelin hummed, gave some ground, and made no comments about his limbs quaking like leaves in a windstorm.
The rest was a blur. They had ushered the boy in and he was being seen by a professional, leaving the two alone. Laurelin drifted around the area, taking idle interest in the room. She had little need to use such facilities but, nonetheless, it came as no harm to learn the layout should the need arise. Images hung on the walls, featuring mountains to cats that she surmised belonged within this world. It was not this world she wanted to focus on.
“Her Highness,” she broached. Shaking her head, Laurelin fell quiet again, fingers fiddling with the dagger hilt she carried. Apprehension did not become her. She, the one who passed Death’s gates only to turn back and seize Life by Its collar. She, the one who did not balk, no matter the odds, who aided the knight in their travels.
Yet here she stood, as if she were knee-high to a grasshopper again, alone with only ghosts and memories as her companions. Seraphine had dreamt but often her predictions lead to misplaced hope or strangers. Nick, the young mage in training, was one such stranger. “Perchance—” she gave Caius a tentative look before finding a particular artwork fascinating “—would this woman be Princess Sarah of Cornelia?”
Post by Caius Dragelion on Feb 23, 2023 13:55:35 GMT -6
The Dragonblades
To say Caius was surprised at Laurelin's reaction to their being skybound was an understatement. Her reaction to his holding out his hand less so. Having spent a considerable amount of time around someone who abhorred any kind of physical touch that didn't involve smacking someone with the blunt of her sword gave Caius a considerable amount of understanding to the possibility that Laurelin just didn't like being touched. However, she did need a hand getting atop Vordun so he just hoped she could stomach it for the few seconds it would take to pull her up. But what came next made Caius loft a brow in surprise. Outstretched arms, heart bore for all to witness. It was a strange sight considering how calm and stoic the elf had been throughout this entire encounter.
Caius wasn't quite sure if he should comment, or if he even knew how. So he kept his mouth shut and only smiled in amusement. At least everyone aboard was having a good time. Laurelin had started talking to herself after they landed, over someone that would love what he assumed to be the flight. As Caius helped down the boy, Laurelin decided to vault off Vordun. And started talking about how it had been ages since she had last felt "young". Caius squinted as he looked at her. She couldn't be that much older than he was, could she?
Clearly Caius was unfamiliar with elves. They didn't exactly exist in Eos, after all. So he didn't know what to say to that either. Caius was, however, starting to wonder if he had accidentally caused Laurelin to hit her head while aboard Vordun. So good job there, Laurelin. Caius now suspects you might have a screw loose.
Some time later, they had dropped the kid back off at the orphanage, and just as Caius had begun preparing to make his exit, Laurelin spoke up in questioning. Two words: Her Highness. Caius perked up at that, but had to wonder what she meant by it. Her follow-up did no favors in explaining things. Of course it was, who else would have sent her?
"Yes, I do mean Princess Sarah of Cornelia. The one who lives and volunteers here" Caius responded, blinking a few times as he tried to ascertain the root of her inquiry. "We met some time ago, through a friend. She seems nice."
He left out the part that it was a blind date, however.
