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As promised, the visit to the Maritime region of Daen was arranged for and luggage packed. Partially as a novelty, partially for the practicality, Elyon and Cyrillian Aredeth prepare to embark upon an airship for the trip. Elyon spent most of her time staring out below the deck on to the waters or land mass before. Consequently, she also used this as a tool to forget about Cyrillian feeding off any injured crew mate or passenger. These precious opportunities for sustenance were few and far between for the Sanguine, much to his discomfort and painful struggle for control. To the best of his ability he avoids worrying his daughter's head with the matter.
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After a somewhat long yet comfortable trip, the duo make it to their destination. The sun is warm and the well-kept plantlife freshens the air to the appeal of all senses. Cyrillian's own are awash with ancient nostalgia as behind him Elyon takes in the atmosphere of high spires and picturesque works of Est'alorn and natural terrain. Ancient ruins and remnants of catastrophe meld harmlessly into the beauty of the region; rustic reminders of the gradual reconstruction taking place here.Onlookers are swiftly put off and frightened by the Phantasma affliction blighting the eyes of the young woman and on one occasion authorities were called to investigate, yet thankfully this does not carry on to concerning measures. Notes of fervent worship to Her Pantheon are peppered throughout, and wherever divine eyes take shape they seem to trace the movements of the Aredeths with each step. The trip had forced the Alais Cyrillian to fast, and by now he found that such a sacrifice twisted his insides like the unholy vice his affliction was.
Excusing himself from Elyon as they were paused to take in the scenery; "I will return in just a moment," Cyrillian assures before making his move upon a weak member of the herd he'd picked up on a few paces back, out of sight.
Elyon didn't mind the brief peace. She had found the journey left little time for her own thoughts, and now while Cyrillian was off probably using the bathroom, she could reflect on the past she could have had here. It was so beautiful, what elf would give this up? Who would give her up?
Once at the Aredeth estate, Cyrillian and Elyon cross winding paths of gravel and plant-life to be escorted to their grand front door. Warmly greeted by loved ones both Est'alorn and Yanar relatives alike, the two are brought in. Right away, a certain man takes a special interest in Elyon he addresses himself as, "Allestair, your uncle. Welcome, my dear,". The man is tall, like his brother. Auburn hair and hazel eyes, a facial resemblance not only to that brother and his immediate relatives, even Yanar, but also to Elyon herself.
Dismissive to their similarities, she could only assume that the Altalar all looked relatively similar. Their hair color was the most striking match, that being of a perfect shade of Elyon's. However, nothing could prove she was actually theirs, and so she stayed adopted.
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Conversations had over dinner and details ironed out one after another, the man's face grew paler and the saliva dried in his mouth as time went on. Excusing himself and Cyrillian, he took his brother into another room to converse. From behind closed doors, information as old as Elyon herself was aired out. Before long, the unmistakable snap of a swift backhand is heard, prompting the attention of one of the nearby Mortis Dael. Just as the indentured guardian made it toward the door, out marched a stiff and disgruntled Cyrillian and left behind it Allestair holding a reddened cheek for the Dael to see. Elyon was a bit too dazed with food to pay attention to the current commotion, but she stepped aside afterward to confront Cyrillian.Cyrillian turned a corner, only to be stopped by a sudden appearance by Elyon, "Ah- ahem. Yes?" the man started, folding his hands behind his back and resuming the well-mannered and at ease posture he'd carried since they got here.
"What was the commotion earlier? Allestair came out like a kicked puppy," Elyon remarked, folding her hands in front of her waist. She peered back at him, her lime green eyes judging his response with the utmost scrutiny.
"We had a word, is all. Old matters, none relevant to us here and now. Don't worry your head, dear," he smiled a light, knowing smile to her. Hopefully to reassure the young woman.
She pursed her lips, judging his response. "It's none of my business then." She nodded, and left off to her quarters. It wouldn't do him any good for him to know that she was well more than suspicious, but there was a good chance it was an old wound they had to settle. Elly dismissed it from her mind, for the rest of the trip couldn't be left to spoil from this.
From then on, the two move on with their visit. However, seeming to the special interest to Allestair whose appearances lingered longer than even the rest of the family. The brothers behaved themselves for the duration of Elyon's stay, treating her to the best time she could have in the rebuilding Allorn Empire before she and Cyrillian finally departed.
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