she ran out behind a building and looked out into the forest Rem's warning ringing in her head. She started off at a walking and then started running and then started sprinting feeling her hair blow behind her. She was fast as tree's blazed past her as she ran straight into the woods and far away from the wall of the castle. She could smell the sea breeze and remember the harbor in her home. Those memories keep her going forgetting everything about the ball and Rem just the promise of freedom. She couldn't stop for one second she had to keep going.

" Of course, it would be the best outcome for evryone after all." His reply was a bit softer then he had enticiped as he was now inspecting the wearpon in his hands, there would be alot to do for it to be compleatly true after all. " That would require a few skills that i dont possest however."

Emrys stared a little longer than she would normally look at a person for, simply trying to figure out what kind of person Averill really was. It merely surprised her that he wanted good for people, versus his father. She felt a little silly for assuming he was exactly like his parents, she knew she would hate it if she were compared constantly to her own parents. She couldn't imagine how the prince felt being compared to such an awful person on a daily basis.
"I think you would be able to, one day. You just need the right allies." She said softly. She knew if she still held the power of her country she would do anything and everything to make peace upon this continent.
Part of her was dreading revealing herself, because after the ball, the prince would know. Averill would know she had deceived him and tricked him. It made her feel surprisingly... guilty.

Remilia had followed after her slave, her golden eyes flashing dangerously. Now she was angry, because she had even warned the girl she wasn't going to be kind if she caught her. She sprinted after her, the duchess's sprint pretty much silent right up until she got into range of Luca.
Remilia didn't get out much, but she was very fast when she ran. Her eyes flowed, and suddenly vines from the tree shot up all around Luca, blocking her path. Golden swirls twirled their way around her arms as she used her magic..
"Not so fast, you little liar." Remilia hissed, her golden eyes filled with utter rage.

she ran faster and fast but her energy was slowly running out, she need to push it as long as she could. She could still see the city in the distances and she knew she need to go farther. She followed the faint smell of clear water, her mother told her if she could find water she could always find home, lets just hope she was right. her tails caught on branches and bushes her skin scraping against tree's and scratched by stray branches. Her hair now matted from the wind and she was now for sure dirty from the cloud of dust she was picking up.
When she saw the branches she growled looking over, she was sure it would work this time. The page falling out of her pocket.

she muttered curses in a different language looking down, she was in for it this time. Her eyes shifted to a orange her ears flat and tails tucked. She was scared of what she was going to do to her. She looked down and her face went pale as the page fell out dropping slowly and opening. She was in for it this time.

Riften forgot how beautiful the gardens were, he missed them so much. It was like being in them for the first time all over again. He began to wander over to a lovely Magnolia bush, examining its beautiful white flowers. The small elf reached out to pet the delicate plant. The placement of each flower in the area enamored him, how could something be so perfect?

He looked up from the plant to answer Amias's question. "My favorite flower? Well uh... It has to be a Camellia, I just find them beautiful, what's your's?", Riften spoke with a soft smile. He stood once more, clasping his hands in front of him in a dainty manner. The truth was, his father had brought his mother those flowers the night their village was raided, they never brought him bad memories; they reminded him of his mother's kind eyes and her lady-like smile.

The elf looked around once more, taking in the surroundings, producing a real smile. Riften looked back down at his slender hands, taking in a slow, deep breath.

(Oh no.)

Averill wasn't sure why the custom collar was staring at him like that, it was the type of stare that seemed to took through him tho as if they were trying to look for somthing. He didn't knew what to think of that neather so he brough his own attention to the details in his sword. " Hopefully you are right, it would probably be the best outcome possible."

Odelina giggled. "Oh Liddy! Thank you! Now now, you should go try the suit on!" She said. She grabbed the muffin then shoved Lidia towards the closet. She gave her the suit. "I need to make sure it fits you lovely so if it needs any more adjustment I can make it. I am so excited!" She cooed.

He started sketching out a design plan for a sword, it looked like flower vines were growing out of it as he sketched a dress to go with it. He wasn't sure if he brother would make fun of his hobbies or not but he still liked to do them in the private of the library. The smell of dust and leather really made him feel calm and happy. He had practically read every book in here on his own. He looked up at Ammon drawing him with the golden aura around him thinking how to use that in a different design.