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

[b]Interacting With:[/b] Eli [@LordVoldemort], Gorou [@Zeroth], Jauna [@Mistiel][/center] 

[color=gray]A maiden, a bard, a knight, a swordsman, a mage, a prince...

It all sounded like it was the beginning of a terrible joke. She had been there by the stairwell for a while, watching as people slowly gathered to depart on their journey. Her eyes carefully studied each and every one of the faces that showed themselves, finding herself more and more confused by the second. It was as if the king truly wanted something to happen to his son on this journey when he suggested that men and women volunteer themselves. It was also surprising to see how many showed up; perhaps they expected a prize when they returned Eli safe and sound from his journey. Maybe they wanted coin, or a title? She wouldn't be shocked if they came with hungry intentions, asking for money or a nice, cozy place on Estalian soil. Humans behaved that way-- it was in their nature.

At least, that was what Rhea thought as her eyes rested on the masked swordsman. Already, apprehension was beginning to prickle through her. How could Eli-- or the king --trust all of these strange faces? She didn't know what it was, but her feet were beginning to itch and the hairs at the back of her neck prickled slightly. Maybe it was just because she woke up too early? When dawn came, she made sure to clean under Icarus' scales properly enough before they would set out. A dirty wyvern was no laughing matter, for when such a beast was uncomfortable, it was difficult to control. Not to mention, [i]her[/i] wyvern was a special case. He always wanted to be fresh and primed for travel, as if he was proud of his appearance. White wyverns were certainly rare around this parts, as most of them hailed from Cesada, her home. Sighing at the thought of her past, she leaned heavily against the railing and once again shot a cautious glance at the myrmidon with the flowing robes.

Soon enough, the crown prince joined their numbers. Of course, the first thing Eli did was run up to her and ask her a question. At this, Rhea forced herself to relax. If she appeared too tense around him, he might pick up on something and not trust his guards. Her crimson eyes looked down at him as she pursed her lips.  [color=9e0b0f][b]"I'm as ready as ever. Icarus is dying to fly,"[/b][/color] the royal guard muttered, her eyes resting on him for an extra moment before gazing around at their party. Slowly, more and more people were arriving, and she wondered how many people were joining them. She furrowed her brow, glancing over at Jauna. She knew her; she was a delicate flower, but she was sure that her skill at swordplay would be an asset. But the look in the girl's eye made Rhea's nerves rattle up even more. Her gaze hardening, she set her hands on her hips and stood firmly. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who wasn't happen about their situation.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"A man who covers his face is not one to be trusted,"[/b][/color] she murmured down to Eli, lifting a hand and pressing it down upon the top of his head. Rhea's gaze had settled on the myrmidon again, her eyes narrowing slightly. Yet, her voice was quiet enough; hopefully, no one else would be able to hear. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Only cutthroats and thieves do not want their identity to be known. You should be careful around that one."[/b][/color][/color]