[center][h1][b][u][color=9e0b0f]Rhea Duvalier[/color][/u][/b][/h1]

[b]Interacting with:[/b] [@LordVoldemort] [@Aquanthe] [@Solace] [@Zeroth] [@Mercurial] [@Redneckatron] [@Lord Orgasmo] [@Kazemitsu] [@Tala Avana] [@Tenma Tendo] [@Mistiel][/center]

[color=gray]Already, a murmur fell over the crowd that gathered in the mess hall. It was less than amusing that she was being asked so many questions. She did not enjoy being the center of attention for too long, and she found herself becoming stiff-shouldered as their inquiries flooded her ears. She did not even know these people all too well, and they were already looking to her for answers. Her eyes drifted to the burly man that sat to her side, not even giving him so much of an answer.  [color=9e0b0f][i]It is nice to see that someone has an inkling of sense within their skull. [/i][/color] she couldn't help but think, but her dead-panned expression did not waver as she looked away from him. If one's blood had to be spilled on this journey, it would be hers instead of the prince's.

Her mouth parted to answer the questions she was tossed, closing it only when Eli spoke. She watched him for a moment, feeling a slight amount of pity for him. Yet, it was impressive to see that he had actually gotten up and willingly answered his so-called "allies". His answers, however, weren't the clearest. [color=9e0b0f][i]They will find out eventually. Nothing is set in stone yet, at least to the extent of my knowledge,[/i][/color] Rhea told herself, crossing her arms and staring down at the food that was presented to her. She didn't even have the appetite to eat the pastries that decorated her ivory plate. They appeared fluffy and freshly baked, but her mouth did not water and her stomach did not grumble at the sight of them. Maybe hunger would come to her later.

Another face showed itself, this one bearing a black cloak and even a darker attitude. Rhea watched the back of his head as Ren went off to sit by his lonesome. It did not take long for the boy to lose his patience, attracting the attention of most people in the room. She couldn't help but feel relieved when Renvall told them that Maize would be coming soon; having someone so reliable in their party was much more than a boon. At least she would not be the only one that would keep an eye on the group. She perked up, seeing the man she was thinking of enter the hall. He was already ready for travel; that was she grateful for. Maize even told them that it was time to depart. In a hurried state, she placed the pastries in one of the cloth napkins that decorated the table before placing them in the satchel that hung close to her side. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Very well. All of you, hurry it up. The sooner we're on horseback, the better,"[/b][/color] she glanced down at Eli, giving his shoulder a rough pat. With that, the woman turned on her heel, striding past a blue-haired young girl and out of the door.

Of course, Icarus was already waiting for her at the gates. The white wyvern had been loaded with extra supplies, just in case one of their members were hurt on their travels. Luckily enough, the beast was not extremely weighed down; the small bags simply rubbed against each other as Icarus moved slightly, the buckles on the belts that tied the cargo down chiming in a song-like fashion. Rhea raised a hand to stroke the wyvern's thick neck, noting that his scales were warm instead of cold. [color=9e0b0f][i]Good. He's ready for travel, [/i][/color] the woman thought idly. It would be difficult to drag a sluggish wyvern behind her; it would have certainly been a hindrance. Rhea made sure to wait beside Icarus, the creature nudging her shoulder impatiently as she leaned against his shoulder. If, for some reason, there weren't enough horses, then someone could join her on his back. She certainly hoped that wasn't the case-- she had to muzzle Icarus in fear of him biting anyone, already.  [color=9e0b0f][b]"What is taking them so long?"[/b][/color] Rhea thought aloud as she turned to hook her satchel to Icarus' saddle. It couldn't take that long to get to the gates, could it?[/color]