"This... This... It's the Citadel.. I remember.. I was little.. Everything was huge." Allia seemed completely distracted from Akaritori, missing her gaze in the wonder of the room. "It still is." Her hands felt over the walls, and then reached out into the beams of light. Allia seemed entirely entranced by the light playing across her armored gauntlet. Her armor too, was distinctive of Exae, for it was not made of light as traditional, but forged of steel by strange craft of dragons. Pulling back her hand, she pulled off the gauntlet, throwing her hand back into the light. "Huh... It's a different light than I remember.. Did it change or did I?" She looked up, gazing at the source of the light rather than where it displayed across her fingers.

Then, she finally caught sight of the person she had actually come here to see. "Oh.. I'm sorry.. I was distracted.. Um.. I.. Do you know what happened to Exae?" Akaritori may have known that she only talked to people who made it to her desk. But, unless there was a sign that said that, Allia didn't.

Fortunately for Akaritori's rule, a dragon-sourced blast of wind sent Allia smashing into the wall just shy of Akaritori, bouncing off without any serious harm to herself, thanks to her ridiculous physique. Up close, it was even easier to discern that Allia was no warrior by nature, but had been trained hard. Her manner was timid, she walked like one out of her element, as though someone dressed her up in this armor she wore. Despite that, she moved as though the armor she wore was no heavier than the silks embellishing it. Aptitude but not attitude.