[color=a2d39c][b]"Then I suggest the public gardens just outside the main gates."[/b][/color] Zafiria suggested as a closing to their interaction. Even a warrior needs a place to find peace and beauty, though her homeland was a strange place to find either these days. [color=a2d39c][b]"Goodbye, Mr. Falcon."[/b][/color] She and her guard left him to continue along the path and headed back towards the overbearing mountainside castle. 

[b]"Hurry up!"[/b] she heard the captain of her guard chide one of the others. Zafiria cared for those who made up her wall of protection, but she also understood her place. It was important to not let on that she did care, otherwise a weakness would be exposed and for her, that could be havoc. Especially with Frost on the loose. He hadn't explicitly said he was after her, but the implication of what he was after putting Zafiria directly in his way. One could never be too careful about what in the environment had ears.

Over the course of the next half hour, the troupe arrived back at the castle. Zafiria was directed to her studies and tutor. It wasn't her favourite thing to do however she prided herself in the intellect she had and it was her most favourite room of the castle. If the window was open, the wind often came in to play with stray papers. The study had a beautiful view and was filled to the brim with both academic and leisure literature. Zafiria knocked, entered, and settled down by the window upon selecting a book on agriculture she had been working to.