Resting casually in the window seat of the rooms she had been assigned, she gazed out towards the ocean she could see just beyond the naked trees. Tempest was pondering her fate. She was still a bit lost about why she had been sent to this place. It was foreign and unsettling. She didn't think she would ever really find it comfortable due to the array of curious creatures she had already seen.
From the Round Ears to the Orcs, it wasn't something she was used to. Not to mention the rampant pursuit of romance she was witnessed to the other evening. At first glance the place was as bad, if not worse then the Elvin courts. All vying to find that perfect someone, or simply settle for what they could get. It was for Tempest a rather revolting pastime. It was likely the short life span that drove so many into the pursuit of breeding she suspected and was glad she was still young by Elvin standards, that she could ignore it.
Unlike many others that had come before her, she hadn't been sent to RhyDin due to getting into trouble, or messing up some assignment. She did her job well. Put in her time and stepped on no one's toes. However here she was. Looking out over this freezing landscape with a sour expression upon ethereal Elvin features.
Slender arms draped about bent knees as she considered her place here. Had her cousin been the reason she was reassigned perhaps? Trev seemed rather determined of late to pull as much of the clan together as so few remained. That freak accident that had brought the downfall of her father in one of the recent border skirmishes, had been a surprise to many. More so for herself, and now Tempest was the last of her line and while she still held control of the family holdings, the Righ-cuicidh had been handed to the Wyldfrome leader.
A glance towards the clock ticking upon the wall across from her position and she slowly unfurled. Leather offering a low creaking tone that a human likely wouldn't hear but an elf could. It was time for her to speak to Lady Belial. Some assignment awaited her and considering how restless she was already feeling, she welcomed that distraction.
Tempest would rather follow her own path then those of others. She hadn't ever been fond of being dangled out like bait either, as that Blood from the other night had done. Arrnadae was another surprise. A curious looking fellow but Elvin none the less, and far to arrogant and expectant, which was odd as well, considering her family after all. She really should be used to it, yet it never failed to put her teeth on edge.
Her steps were quiet as she made her way down those sweeping steps towards the main floor. Barely a sound made as she moved, for it was a habit to be silent. Came with the job of being one of the Elite guards for the Bloods.
Pausing a short time later before Belial's office, a pale hand rose and rapped lightly upon the door and then she waited. The lady had said to meet her first thing in the morning and here she was. Prompt and prepared for whatever duty the lady wished to give her.
From the Round Ears to the Orcs, it wasn't something she was used to. Not to mention the rampant pursuit of romance she was witnessed to the other evening. At first glance the place was as bad, if not worse then the Elvin courts. All vying to find that perfect someone, or simply settle for what they could get. It was for Tempest a rather revolting pastime. It was likely the short life span that drove so many into the pursuit of breeding she suspected and was glad she was still young by Elvin standards, that she could ignore it.
Unlike many others that had come before her, she hadn't been sent to RhyDin due to getting into trouble, or messing up some assignment. She did her job well. Put in her time and stepped on no one's toes. However here she was. Looking out over this freezing landscape with a sour expression upon ethereal Elvin features.
Slender arms draped about bent knees as she considered her place here. Had her cousin been the reason she was reassigned perhaps? Trev seemed rather determined of late to pull as much of the clan together as so few remained. That freak accident that had brought the downfall of her father in one of the recent border skirmishes, had been a surprise to many. More so for herself, and now Tempest was the last of her line and while she still held control of the family holdings, the Righ-cuicidh had been handed to the Wyldfrome leader.
A glance towards the clock ticking upon the wall across from her position and she slowly unfurled. Leather offering a low creaking tone that a human likely wouldn't hear but an elf could. It was time for her to speak to Lady Belial. Some assignment awaited her and considering how restless she was already feeling, she welcomed that distraction.
Tempest would rather follow her own path then those of others. She hadn't ever been fond of being dangled out like bait either, as that Blood from the other night had done. Arrnadae was another surprise. A curious looking fellow but Elvin none the less, and far to arrogant and expectant, which was odd as well, considering her family after all. She really should be used to it, yet it never failed to put her teeth on edge.
Her steps were quiet as she made her way down those sweeping steps towards the main floor. Barely a sound made as she moved, for it was a habit to be silent. Came with the job of being one of the Elite guards for the Bloods.
Pausing a short time later before Belial's office, a pale hand rose and rapped lightly upon the door and then she waited. The lady had said to meet her first thing in the morning and here she was. Prompt and prepared for whatever duty the lady wished to give her.