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Silver watched as Cerlyne finally showed a human trait, although it was not one that she had expected from her own comment. Apparently, the young human didn't like who she served, or that his standards are similar to an animal's.

She saw Cerlyne motion for her and the dragon to follow her through the woods to go meet her master. Most likely, there is probably danger wherever she is about to go by the looks of it. For right now, she would put on a composure of ignorance while underneath she is alert and cautious.

Cerlyne had to resist the urge to show Ba'ul what was really taking over her soul and pressed on. "These forests belong to the Dark Elven Emperor," she said, indicating the dark, mysterious trees around her. They loomed over them as if they had eyes of their own, as if they were watching them pass by. They seemed alive, like they were moving with them, and yet the passed, and looking behind it seemed as if they never moved. Cerlyne walked deeper into the forest, the others following close behind.

Cerlyne didn't take her eyes off the castle as it appeared above the trees. The giant stone fortess was extremely well built, and seemed to glow with magic. You could feel a pulse within the ground, and it grew louder and stronger with every step. Cerlyne hated this place. It was beautiful. It was full of magic, and extrodinary. And she hated it. It where she became who she was.

"What the worst thing is about what he did is that I never had rank up. I've always been in this position. And trust me. You do not want to be in my position. But you are not one of us, you wouldn't understand," she shook her head, quiet voice full of hatred.

"Here we are, make yourself at home, right Cer?" Ba'ul said. Cerlyne turned to him. "Do not call me Cer." Her ice blue eyes bore into him, emotionless. "But yes. Here we are," she said, looking away from Ba'ul and climbing the stone steps that led to the gardens around the gate. The gardens were full of colors, bright blue, green, dark blue, red, purple, pink, yellow, red, orange. There was no color that wasn't within the huge gardens that surrounded the entire fortress. Ahead loomed the great, blue-black metal gate, carved in many strange designs that only a Dark Elven Scholor could read. Cerlyne turned toward the others. "These are the gardens, as you can probably tell. Every plant in existence is planted somewhere around this fortress, native or no. The rarest ones are guarded or set behind barriers, but they are somewhere in the gardens nevertheless. You may look for a few minutes as I speak with the guards." She turned on her heel and strode to the guards that stood by the blue-black gate that sat in between the dark stone walls that surrounded the huge fortress.

Silver turned to the dragon, and half-speaking to him, and half-speaking to herself, she said, "It's a shame for those who live by the blade; they are missing so much in life."

As a wood elf, she enjoyed her walk through the forest, and a part of her understood the trees that seem so mysterious. So her lord is the Dark Elven Emperor? Being that he is pratically the enemy of the other races, including my own, perhaps this young girl was forced to join his ranks.

Soon they came to the castle, and Silver did feel rather at home there. The magic under her feet, the elven beauty of the castle was elegant, and she could feel her guard letting up. When she saw the garden, she knew that all she really wanted to do was lounge there, and be at peace with the plants and trees. Every plant in existance? Would I just love to spend a few days just inside those gates.....

She shook her head. What was she doing? While her outer composture was as she wanted it to be, her inner self was also delighted by what she saw, but she had to remember where she truely was and although she was an elf, she was still in danger. Silver dulled her astonished eyes so as to help control her senses.

Cerlyne turned toward Draco, anger flashing in her eyes. She said one work to the guard in a graceful, unknown language, and he left in a jog. Cerlyne walked back to the others. "He's telling them to open the gates for us," she said, not taking her eyes off Draco.

"So. Those who fight for someone are not true swordsmen then? They are not true fighters? Or do you say they are weak. Forgive me, but what you say is vague." She looked intently at Draco, as if challenging him.

"Well..uh...I'm not so ok with all these talk about flowers then swordsmen and then hatred.I'm probably gonna get back to my shift."
Kaine disappeared immediately after he said this.

"I'lxr we have to of the saivors your orders?" Ba'ul asked when he got into the throne room?

Draco sighed at the girl in front of him. True she had a strong heart, but she couldn't realize what she was saying. "In some ways I pity you. But not enough to care," Draco replied. "You are so consumed in your self-significance you would watch your own people die. You are nothing to them, aside from a tool. And if that is what you wish to be, then so be it. Someday you will see your error, when everything comes crashing around you. Just because you fight to be the savior of a nation, does not mean you are one." He listend to her speak and shook his head, indicating no questions. He thought a moment and then asked, "What do you have, if you were to face The Savior of the Dragonbreed? Who could fly higher then your arrows and bolts?"