#cyhpri

Caledon was not the forest she thought she would return to, yet as she made her way past the sylvari encampment she found herself welcomed with a sort of nostalgia...among other things. She would not admit it but she was excited to see some of her old friends again. What more could she call them, really? She did not despise them like many of the Nightmare Court did with each other, but she certainly was not overly friendly or open with them, either. 

Cyhpri made her way through the dark swamp, taking note of how the trees and roots looked like faces and the swamp water was still murky like she remembered. It was if nothing had changed...until she saw a certain Knight of Ashes standing with her own. he had taken notice of her once she had made herself visible, pushing the tall swamp grass aside. “Baroness Cyhpri, I was wondering when you’d make it. Vyridnith here says you've come to visit your old roots...I’m almost flattered~” Manyeullan smirked, full of himself as ever as he tried his best to flirt with the dark green sylvari. He had no such luck as Vyridnith snickered behind her gloves. He gave her a nasty look as the Baroness moved past the two Knights and into the Arbor. She had no time for saplings at the moment--especially Many. 

Brokenhope was home to many of the Courtiers. A faction that had branched off from Twilight Arbor by Faolain’s demands. Cyhpri had been there since the beginning. She was the first to set foot into the caves, to drive out the grubs, trolls, and other creatures that tried to inhabit it before she arrived. 

Now it was a dark, desolate home that she could be proud of. If she were generous she would have shared her pride with someone. Unfortunately, her Knight of Ashes had passed, no thanks to Manyeullan, and her Knight of Locusts, Vyridinith was far too interested in her own stories and tall tales to trust with what she had done here. What she had done for the Nightmare Court. 

Times like this often made her wish she was back in Twilight Arbor speaking with sylvari closer to her age. Sylvari who took their job as seriously as she did. Cyhpri would have to visit soon, she decided quietly, her hand resting on her hip. The Baroness often took patrols through the village. She knew the tunnels like no other and often brought along her hounds so they could have a proper walk. it was important for them to knwo the smells of their surrounds, know every last inch of these dark walls so they could track a dreamer before it escaped into daylight. It could not be called a pretty place, that was for sure. Still, Sparkfly Fen had enough flora for her to hide herself in and watch Tyria fight against Zhaitan’s army. Or even watch the Inquest dribbled on about nonsense. 

The very thought of going out into the sunlight beckoned her out of the caves now, her bow slung over her shoulder as she nestled herself into a patch of bushes surrounding a group of trees. Quietly, she pulled an arrow from her quiver, setting an arrow against her bow. She was ready for anything should she find it interesting enough. 

Cyhpri was known for her stubborn patience as she kneeled in the bushes. It felt like hours had passed and all that crossed her path were moas, frogs, and undead. Wile perhaps all interesting to some she found herself irritated. She shifted a moment before hearing the loud stomping and breaking of twigs nearby. Asura. 

They could not be categorized as Inquest, that was for sure. The taller of the two looked behind him and sighed loudly, his claws on his hips. “Sippsi, we do not have all day--I Have plant structures to investigate. There will be plenty of sylvari there for you at the camp. We’ve not much longer before we’re there but you insist on dragging your feet!” He crossed his arms as the smaller of the two finally came into Cyhpri’s view. A female by the looks of it--but the baroness could not tell for sure with they way they held themselves. “I can’t help it..! I heard the Nightmare Court were around here...and I mean, maybe i could talk to them..? They’ve got structures too, you know, Kykks?” The taller asura sighed again, letting his claw pinch the bridge of his little nose. “If there is one thing I’ve learned in my time with the Inquest, Sippsi, it’s that you do not talk to the Nightmare Court. They will cage you up and probably treat you like one of their leaf hounds or whatever you go on about.” “...Sylvan hounds...?” “yes. Those.” Without another word Kykks started off again, only this time pulling Sippsi along with him. 

The sylvari sat in the bushes, watching them leave as she quietly gave Kykks’ claim a thought. Asura could be very vicious when provoked. Perhaps she would look into the idea one day. Sighing herself she went to stand, deeming her venture a complete failure as she made her way back to the caves. Caledon was more promising to find dreamers, for sure.