[center][h2][color=slateblue]Ariel/Ethel[/color] - PW Guild Hall[/h2][/center]
Glancing at Jamie and then back at Ferrin for a while the woman sighed. Why was everyone getting in her way all the sudden? Was it sudden? She couldn't be sure at the moment. There was a sense that something unusual had happened but she couldn't put her finger on it. Unless someone explained it she probably would probably remain ignorant of her own predicament. 

Given that it was clear that she wasn't going to be allowed to follow she frowned as she watched the man she wanted to talk to left. By the time she shrugged off her guild master's hand she couldn't hope to find him. Crossing her arms she stepped away. [color=slateblue]"Fine. Ethel will stay here."[/color] Brooding she sat down at one of the benches.

[center][h2][color=goldenrod]Oralie[/color] - PW Guild Hal[/h2][/center]
Watching silently from upstairs she observed all the commotion going on. The golden woman could have been mistaken as a statue except for the occasional movement of her head. She didn't speak at all and just appeared to be taking in information. A huge amount of the world as it was was new to her. The buildings, the people, the magic, the technology, the list went on. She barely even acknowledged Ferrin leaving. She honestly owned him for saving her but the man had expressed that he wished to be left alone. Oralie obediently left him alone. It was her natural reaction to comply with people she saw as a above her. 

Having been deprived of social interaction for centuries she really didn't know how to approach people. Or what to say afterward. It had only been a few days ago that she was reintroduced to, well, anything outside four walls. Thus far she had been treated exceptionally well by the Phoenix Wing guild but this murmur of dragons had her uneasy. Having lived in a time when dragons ruled the world she was probably far more aware of what they were capable of than most. Beyond that though her memories were little more than loose visions. Her own name was almost foreign to her, having been called servant, slave or treasure more than her own name.

She took a step to one side and the floor creaked and groaned. She may not look all that big but being made of pure gold she weighed a little over a ton easily. Noticing the potential problem she made the decision to move to the ground floor. She didn't really need to be anywhere in particular. So long as she had some magic stored up she could operate indefinitely. Theoretically she was immortal given her soul was bound to the material she was made of. Some might seek that but as far as the girl was concerned it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.