[centre][color=skyblue][h2]Aeila Snowblood[/h2]
[sub]Who even knows what's going on with Aeila? [@Ellion] & [@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/color]
[/centre]

She blinked awake, a harsh bump in the road drawing her back to reality as she hesitantly peeked at the world around her before denoting her wakening. It was a strange little defence she had engineered over countless years spent in places she really shouldnt' have been in. Sometimes it was better to pretend you were asleep than pretend you weren't listening, after all.

The first thing that occured to her was the strange condition of her clothing. She couldn't quite remember where she got the riding trousers but given their size, she imagined it must have been from the moley man Azilon kept in his company. Whoever owned them didn't matter, however, because they were comfortable. She almost looked like one of them; the embroidered tunic, the dirty trousers and the confused look was a perfect emulation of your average Drakken warrior. Leaning forward, she took in the surrounding countryside. She never knew anything except the dull walls of the Citadel and the far-off visions of snowy peaks so despite its ugliness, the land was spectacular to the young princess. Was she still a princess? Was she ever a princess? The thought never really occurred to her despite spending most of her life in the role.

Whatever she was, Aeila was dreadfully stuck in a rickety carriage that perfectly transmitted every single bump in the road. Azilon had rushed them out quickly which she didn't understand but if the mood of the guards at the gates was anything to go off, he had probably made a wise decision. Was she wise though? She could have easily escaped and found Rynek but she didn't - she stayed exactly where she was and did exactly what she was told to do.

Her thought process was rather rudely broken by the incessant voice which had previously ignored her. She felt that privilege was gone with the wind now. [color=98fb98] “What are you? I want to say drakken, but you are about the most undrakken like drakken I’ve ever met. Yet, you don’t see Gems with horns...so….are you...a genetic mistake? Probably of  Gem heritage,  after all, don’t drakken like to eat their young who are too weak? But, I mean, I don’t know that for a fact, I should check,” [/color]

Aeila stared at her for a moment, confused then a little annoyed then just confused again. [color=skyblue]"Well I've scoured through the royal library and there has never been a case of a Gem born with Drakken features. There's been a few small stories of Drakken who appear like Gems but they usually died very quickly."[/color] She let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through the red tufts of her hair. Was it too much to ask just to sleep on the journey there or was she condemned to having to listen to the girl blabber all day? Nevertheless, Aeila continued. [color=skyblue]"I suppose my unique position allowed me to escape that fate but I am a Drakken. Just not a Drakken like [i]him[/i] - I don't kill people."[/color] The point became a little jagged but she seemed fairly proud of it until Rya decided to relocate and inquire about a tail.

She supposed she would need to play along - otherwise it would just be mindnumbing with Rya bombarding her with questions. [color=skyblue]"I used to have a tail; all Drakken do but they cut it off and eat it to celebrate the baby's birth. Apart from that though? I have extendable fangs as well."[/color] She remained deadly serious. eyes set on the girl who was about the same size as her, surprisingly. This would be an interesting journey.