[b]Interacting with [@Tombprince][/b]

Ellanore tugged on the reins gently and murmured a few words in the stallion's ears, leading the couple into a steady trot. She had decided the Arabian was to walk around the castle once to warm up before the journey began. As her skirts rustled and the two of them bounced lightly, she tipped her weight slightly to grow closer to Fin. [color=e29e9e]"Hopefully, such violence will not be necessary,"[/color] she called over the noise of the horse's footsteps cutting through dried grass. [color=e29e9e]"But in the unfortunate case it is required, I suppose it would be in our favor for you to unleash your worse, Finny."[/color] 

The castle, though it offered a dark and mysterious tone, was magnificently grand. The many pillars and towers were strewn with huge banners and perfectly-aligned shingles, the former of which offered the country's flag, coat of arms, and many other images it held to its name. The path they traveled was along the courtyard, which hummed with the murmurs of a brook nearby and the joyous tittering of birds. Some of the elements, such as the pitch black birdbath lined with rubies or the dark needles cocooning the pine trees lining their path, suggested the gothic theme the queen seemed to savor, but all in all, her outdoors were far more cheerful than her indoors, and as such, Aspe- whoops, [i]Ellanore's[/i] mood lightened. Her mind kept flitting back to the same topic, which was why the queen's countrymen seemed to hate her so. Sure, her policies were somewhat questionable at times, and she wasn't the most pleasant all of the time (Ellanore thought back to the hearty serving of screaming Her Highness had delivered to the Grimms) but as for the queen herself, she seemed a woman of good will and intentions. 

Suddenly, Ellanore leaned down to call on Fin yet another time. [color=e29e9e]"Fin, how much do you know about the queen who hosts us at this castle? What do you think of her?"[/color]