Tai's just there to help if Larach falls and cant get up))

Larach smiled pleasantly, he had a strange innocent look to his creased face as he turned to the daughter with a nod. L "That would be lovely." He agreed as he followed behind her, slighrly behind.

The elf stood still and silently til it was just him and the girl. He looked up, exchanging eye contact for a second. "Yes if you would not mind, Madame." Unsure how how exactly to address her, the daughter of an important person. Figuring to play it a little safe. His voice felt a little awkward- half because of how he was speaking. It was soft, but still exhoed in the large room.

Something was a little reminiscent about her, but without the sound of a large crowd talking over everyone else, the music and their echoes too he hardly felt anything about her. Just a feeling.

The earliest reported form of life alert))

Ariadne offered her knew companion a slightly curious smile at his given title for her. She didn't mind, nor did she have a right to since she didn't know his either, but most that visited the castle knew her as Princess- or at least, likely Heiress to the Epirian throne. She dipped her head lightly in response to him and lead himf from the Entrance Hall to a large room with two winding staircases, both grand and gently sloping. She waved a light hand to the left, making her way up the rightmost staircase. "Sir Larach will be having his discussions just down that hall, should you need him. The door at the very end. Our dining room is down that way as well, but I'll show you that when it's time for dinner. Up these stairs to the left wing are the guest rooms; to the right, the family's." She said lightly, lifting her dress slightly so she could make her way up the stairs. She guided him down the left wing, as promised, and down a ways until she deposited him at one of the many doors in the hall.

"If you need food, drink, or anything, really, theres a rope by the bedside to call for a servant. Tug it and one should be at your door. If they can't handle whatever you need, ask them for me and I'll be happy to help." She offered easily, glancing over her shoulder at the familiar elf behind her. She opened the door to his room and stood aside so he could enter. It was rather opulent- twice the size of what would be considered a big bedroom, with a canopy bed, a bathroom to the side, and a dresser. All in darker, sleek tones. There was a single large window, seeing as it was at the side of the house.

Trying not to be impatient, Ariadne took a breath and offered him a smile. "I do hope this will be satisfactory for the night. Sir Larach will have the room directly to your left." She commented easily.

He followed a pace of two behind the woman while she walked- no- glided to the staircase. He attentively followed her gestures, albeit a little distracted, she was so ..poofy. Her hair, her dress. She was very vibrant to him despite not being in a bright color. Maybe it was her paleness.

He stayed at her heels up the stairs, glancing over the room after she'd pointed rooms out to him. It was so big. He wondered how long it took to make the place.

Servants, yes. He'd have to ask Larach if it was disrespectful not to ding up a servant because he didn't want to disturb them. His reminder was immediately made obsolete by her finding his room. He moved past her swiftly, mostly just to see if it was as huge as it looked. He turned back to her, it felt like he had his own house in that one room. It felt like he walked away too far already ocne she mentioned something.

"Are you sure we each get one? D-" he stuttered slightly, tipping his head down. "I think I can find my way back, you've been very helpful Madame." He laughed lightly, his speech informal. The doorframe stood between the two of them.

Ariadne tilted her head at him in pleasant confusion at his original question, a smile on her face in an "Awwww" sort of expression. His stuttering and the humble half-question was endearing. "I'm quite sure, sir. I would never have you two share a bed when there are so many to be had. If you don't use it, who will?" She said, her voice lilting into a slight tease at the end.

She chuckled faintly at his comment, dipping her head. "I hope so. But please, if you need anything, I'm a ring away. Otherwise, feel free to explore as you like." She nodded lightly, offering the elf a bright smile as she turned, waving lightly at him. "Enjoy your time here. Goodbye for now." She ended, walking away a suitable distance toward her room before she sighed.

She got to her room; which was grander than even the guest room, but equally devoid of personal artifacts besides cosmetics. She brushed her hair quickly, letting the chocolate waves fall over her shoulders. She moved to her dresser, opening the doors and digging around on the flat bottom of it. Prying up a small panel, she extracted two pieces of clothing and replaced the panel, tucking the clothing under the material of her dress. She was quick to hurry downstairs and to the laundry washing room, changing quickly out of the dress while she was alone and into her own little creation of clothing. Short, high waisted pants that cut off just above the mid-thigh and a... shirt? That was also short, the cropped fabric showing a fair amount of skin between where the shirt ended and the shorts began. Not to mention, the entirety of her legs were visible. Truly scandalous.

It was too nice outside to sweat in any of the clothing She had found so far, so she made her own. It was spring, currently, and the windy weather felt so nice on bare skin. Plus, it wasn't as though anyone would see her. She tossed a cloak over her shoulders and boots on her feet, tossing the hood up and marching her way toward the forest to the west of the manor.

"I thank you greatly," he replied evenly, though his face looked a little red. He glanced away for a second before his eyes met back up. "Ah, I will try not to be a burden." He smiled slightly, one cheek uncontrollably pulled a little higher than the other.

"See you, I think." He offered as she bade him adieu, watching her walk away for a few moments when he realized she was going to continue walking for a ways. Stepping back into the room and swinging his arms around, his footsteps lightly tapping the floor as he spun around the length of his room. He may have enjoyed the indoor experience of a house inside a house- as it felt. However he would have plenty of time to admire it in the night.

He spent a short amount of time bringing their stuff up, considering they really didn't bring a lot at all. He changed his clothes, something casual, mildly tighter pants to keep from dragging and a blade strapped somewhere just in case. A simple sleeveless shirt, showing no more than his bare arms up to the shoulders. His pants were brown and his shirt green, both made with linen to kepe cool. Unbeknownst to both lf them, he was also headed to the same place, they had passed through and he wanted to see how their's would differ from that of his homeland.

Which he was right, the trees were a little smaller and hardier here. He had unsurprisingly ended up in the branches of a large-ish tree by a clearing. His back on the branch and his legs in the air, ankles crossed against the tree trunk. His eyes closed, enjoying the breeze.

A small ways into the tree line, when she was certain she couldn't be seen from the house, Ariadne abandoned her cloak on the branch of a tree and took off running deeper into the woods. Mainly hopping little obstacles; logs, sticks, roots, anything to feel like She was moving. It was almost childlike. But she was utterly happy on her little run to her favorite part of the forest. By the time she got to her special clearing, the tight white top She was wearing already had a few brown smudges of dirt marring the clean color. She didn't seem to mind, simply vaulting a final log and walking straight to the middle of the clearing. She let herself fall backwards, plopping unceremoniously on the ground with a strange air of carelessness as she stared at the sky. She clasped her hands over her stomach and closed her eyes for a few moments, just... listening.

Well on his way to sleep, his progress was stopped by the thundering in the woods. He sat up, wondering what it was, til he realized it was a person. He rolled onto onto his stomach. Watching this familiar person sprint through the woods. It was a moment before he realized it was Ariadne.

Feeling as though he had watched her undress by how much skin was showing as she flopped over. He leaned over the branch and crept forward on it as far as it would go, testing the tree's limits as he was somewhat above her, crouching, kinda fetal position. Hands on the branch in front of him.

He tilted his head as he peered over her, rustling the branch. "What are those?" He asked, down at her. An innocent air to his voice.

Ariadne stretched out quietly on the ground, crossing her legs in silence. It was so peaceful out here, alone-

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of a voice; and a sound most reminiscent of a yelp came from her mouth. She scrambled to her feet and stared up, blinking in utter surprise as he watched him. Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the previously kind man who had intruded on her solidarity.

"What are what? And I'm pretty sure the more important question is why are you here? And why are you here in a tree, no less?" She snapped, popping her leg out slightly in a bothered way. She didn't mind him seeing that much of her skin; she had no shame, in that aspect. But also, he was in a tree. And she had no idea who he was. And he was from a different country and race altogether. It was entirely possible he was a threat.

Something reminiscent of a smile crossed his mouth as she quietly shrieked. He tipped his head as she heatedly shot questions up at him. His eyes rolled slightly as he figured out a sentence that reasoned well.

"I was referring to those pale sticks where legs go. But I was in the tree first, I watched you walk over and lay down," he sat down, his legs hugging the tree, his bare feet hooking each other to keep him steady.

"..and I like trees." He rubbed his neck, that was his only defense for being in the tree. His hand came back down to the wood quickly, a gust of wind hit him. Looking down at her, curly dark waves blowing. He was effectively staring at her.

Ariadne narrowed her eyes at him. "Haha. You're funny, huh?" She said sarcastically, glaring up at him through thin slits of yellow iris. "That's... weird." She responded bluntly, summing up her company quietly.

She quietly shifted to set her hands on her hips, tilting her head up at him with an unamused stare. Curious, but unamused.

"...right." She answered quietly, her tone fully skeptical. She beckoned him quietly with one of her hands, suspicious of his staring. "Come down." She ordered. "I can show you what these are." She added sarcastically, pointing at her legs.