" Just use my name, it will be enough." It's only then that he noticed the custom collar stare at him, yet he was still unaware of why. " U-um, is there somthing wrong ?" While he was used to the stares, it was usualy from affar and never so intence without a raison witch had caugh him off guard, he could only wonder what had caused the younger boy to be curious of him sudenly.

"Oh, alright... Averill." Emrys used his name awkwardly, the word unfamiliar on her tongue. It would take some getting used to for sure. Still, her gaze was still glued to him, trying to figure just what in the world was on his skin.
"Oh! No, no! I was just, Uh, lost in thought!" She averted her eyes from him, but still her eyes seemed to wander back to him. She felt so many questions explode in her mind that she thought she was going to burst and ask him alllll of them.
"A-Actually, I was just, um, looking at your neck." She made a gesture towards her own neck, trying to sound as not weird as possible as she pointed them out.

" My neck ? Oh..." He finaly understood the issue and froze, unsure what to do next, he coudn't just push it deeper in his back and this was deffinitively not somthing the custom collar would forget if he did so. "It's nothing, i'll take them off later." In his hurry to figure out what to say he had said a bit too mutch, he wasn't used to get caugh while wearing his dual swords like that, actualy they were not even suposed to exist at least on record they wern't.

Odelina poked her finger a bit but she paid it little attention. She happily continued. Her eyes sparkled as she worked. There was a sweet tune flowing from her lips. She could not wait to see how amazing Lidia would look. It brought her so much joy to help the princess.

Ammon whined softly, pouting. `` Thank you, but you shouldn't do that!`` he huffed, headbutting Alex softly on his shoulder. He felt relieved and happy, but his subconscious thought otherwise. He decided to get up and dust around the library, a sudden burst of energy pushing it's way into his body. He changed back into his normal attire, neatly folding up the dress. He searched around, grabbing a duster and huffing.
He swiftly made his way across the large library, a soft golden aura surrounding him as he zoomed around. Due to his abnormally short height, his hovered up a few times to reach the higher shelves and book cases.

Alex laughed and shook his head, he looked at the dress and made sure to take the measurements of it out and put it in his book, he felt bad he used his slave as a dress up doll but it was still fun. He Luke probably never get to wear a dress dude to his statis in the castle but he wasnt going to let his talent go to waste. He looked at floral designs and a book on weapons planning a new protect to work on later in the week.

Riften sniffed, wiping away invisible tears. He just had to make sure there weren't any. The elf didn't want Amias to worry about him any more than he did. He didn't want to be bothersome to him, especially if Amias was the only person he wanted to be around. Riften's confidence broke and he looked down at the elaborate tile he as standing on.

The brunette still jumped, but he wasn't scared, he wasn't used to such gentile contact. Riften looked up at him wide-eyed, smiling softly. His smile just barely reached his usually dull blue eyes. He was about to reach up and place a hand on Amias's but decided against it, fearing he would cause things to get even more awkward than they already were. He dropped his hand to his side and looked around, making sure no one was watching... He didn't want their owners to find out.

The small elf looked up at Amias, a crimson color spreading across his pale face; he was surprised by the statement. "I know, but I still worry, I just hate seeing how they treat you.", Riften stated, looking back up at the blonde- His blush was still prevalent. "But yes, we should move along before anyone sees us.", The brunette said awkwardly, his paranoia slowly chewing away at him.

(Hey, is Grift and Ekon's relationship still a possibility..?)

Amias gave a small nod to Riften, slowly putting his hand back at his side. He felt a bit silly, letting his feelings override his thoughts for once. Normally he could barely fake a smile, but with Riften he just felt... alive. Something died inside of him during the years of abuse that Ekon had inflicted upon his mind and body, but the elf made something spark inside him just a little.
"It's nothing I can't take, but I understand your feelings." Amias spoke softly, before he started walking again. The gardens were just at the end of the hall they were on, and he was a bit relieved they had reached their destination with no issues.
Part of the reason being he was starting to fear his own attachment to Riften. Weakness wasn't accepted by Ekon, and if he found out, he was sure that Ekon would either make the Alluri kill him, or the general would do it himself. Ekon sickly prized Amias, claiming that his abilities were the result of his hard work on training him. If his prized possession fell short, he was to blame.
In other words, Amias never wanted to see Ekon being so ruthless ever again.

(Sure! Lol I liked that little twist!)

Emrys raised an eyebrow slightly. What exactly did the prince mean by that? Take them off? Weren't they just simple markings? The custom collar suddenly remembered magic was a key factor in this country. In Allurith, they relied merely on their own physical capabilities. Here, people had magic. Sometimes she simply forgot, because Allurith was normally pretty strict about only it's own people living beyond it's borders. They didn't trust most of the outside world, and they paid for it dearly.
"I might be prying, but those weren't there before, correct? Are they magic?" Emrys mentally slapped herself at her lack of biting her tongue today, but she had to know more. Averill hadn't struck her yet, and actually, he seemed a little... friendly towards her.

Lidia was almost to the kitchen by now, she was picking up speed, her stomach guiding her. When she finally made it to the kitchen she waved to the cooks. "Mind if I snag a few muffins?", She asked in a bubbly tone.

"Take what you need.", One of the men said, passing her a platter of fresh pastries. Lidia nodded thanks and took two, shoving the large sweets gently into her pockets before disappearing once more.