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He should have expected that she wouldn't stay in one place now that she'd left the castle, and seen the world. He should have expected that now that she was free from Alexei's grasp - she would be using every ounce of her freedom, in every way she could - because in fact, they both were.  

It wasn't often he came to such a place as Halure, but when he did it was normally for anything regarding business reasons. Such a quiet little town wasn't meant for the wicked way he worked. No, it was a small little village, that needed to remain untainted by his bloody past.  

The serene aura of the area was what drew him in, and caused him fall to the idea of taking a small break as a good idea. He'd only been in the city once or twice himself - and he had to admit that the grand tree that protected the area could only be described as magnificent.  

It's beauty drew him up and around the hill in the center of town, until his steps halted at the sight of a young pink haired girl, setting beneath the tree, simply writing out something -in a mood that only seemed blissful from her expression.

Drawing in a breath, he approached her slowly, stopping again once he was before her a darkened gaze dropped to the noble before him. She was the perfect image of the tree personified.  Beauty and Grace, combined with such a giving aura. It made him question what could have ever possessed Alexei to cause the girl harm in the first place. 

Princessofcompassion is one of the sweetest Estelle's. She conveys her emotions so well, and her writing style is wonderful. I'm always excited to see her on my dashboard. Everyone should seriously go check her out.

Hey guys. It's only a few days before the convention that Kira, is struggling to get everything ready for. A lot of time to be online is going to be sacrificed to get everything ready in time. She is almost done with everything for her costume, but she is dead-set on getting everything ready for her buddy fizgig - aka my Estelle. 

I have tired to talk her out of it, and tell her that she needs sleep - but she has convinced me that she's able to do it, so what else am I supposed to do, other than help her? Once she sets her mind to something, it's hard to talk her out of it anyways.  

So since I work all week - right up to Youmacon, Don't be surprised if I'm online very little. I'm about to pull off a miracle here, and make Estelle's entire outfit in five days.  I only have a few tiny details to do to finish Yuri, so it won't be a big deal. Besides, if all goes well I shouldn't be doing everything by myself.  It's fizgig's first convention, and I know how bad she wants a costume - so I'm not about to let her down.  I want this to be so amazingly memorable.  Wish us luck guys, cause Yuri and I are going to need it.  I have Halloween off, so I promise I will put up some kind of update before I leave.  

Hisca hadn't visited the castle courtyard in quite some time. It was a place riddled with memories: she and her brigade had sparred in the courtyard many a time. It was here the Nyren Fedrock had first put a sword in her hands, and regretted the action fairly immediately afterwards. She'd sparred here most often with Chastel (with whom she was fairly evenly matched, unless one twin or the other lost their temper), sometimes with Flynn, and sometimes with Yuri (who she had yet to defeat in a spar). 

That was the very reason Hisca had come, today; she hadn't had a proper practice with a sword since her last session with Chastel, and she figured it was time to get her butt in gear lest she get completely rusty.

Hisca spent the better part of the morning in the courtyard alone, moving through basic forms and more complex stances until she'd gotten close to wearing herself out. It wasn't as effective, by herself, but it was better than spending another day aimlessly wandering the capital wondering what to do with herself.

As the morning gave way to afternoon, Hisca decided it was high time for a break. There was only so much she could do alone, and she was getting bored. Hisca picked a tree to sit under and settled down, muscles cooling in the shade.

It wasn't long before the young knight found herself drifting off to sleep slouched under the tree.

The room was a little darker than normal because of the night's sky shining through the window. It was the only time she could convince him to agree to do this. A dull light fell over the table, as hazel eyes glared down at the white page in front of him. 

Books lined the surface before him as he shifted in the chair he was setting in, as he used the pencil in his hand to scratch his head, curiously. 

"And they continued their ar...du...ous journey..." he spoke aloud, dragging out the word 'arduous', sounding it out like a child out when they needed to figure something out.  His eyes narrowed at the page, expression twisting to frustration as he lifted his gaze from the black text only to glare at the woman standing behind him. 

"What the hell does that even mean? Why am I doing this again?" he growled, his embarrassment of the entire situation bubbling up. He was already angry enough that she even figured out his little secret in the first place. 

Sliding his hand behind the front cover of the book, he slammed it closed in rebellion. It was too hard, he wasn't getting it...he felt dumb. It made him feel so...inferior. 

It didn't matter if she had the page marked from the multiple times he'd done this before, he still pushed the book away, slouching down in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest, glaring forward with a half pout. 

It frustrated him to no end that she figured it out. She's caught him in a lie, when she asked him to look over the book she'd be writing.