King Elk Forest Oh, no,

She was pleased at Henryk, and continued listening to him. He had met her family, the 'ugly' Zephrine, the medic Cynefrid, and obviously, Ravinger. He did not need a term, for he was, what he was. The poet, the singer, the rockstar, the 'prince' of the old-king. Célnes didn't mind it though, as long as he did not try to stake a claim to the current throne.

"We are truly blessed to find a home here." A small chuckle, and a way of praise to the High Elk. As per' family, to not draw suspicions or heresy to her name, she must conform to the constant praise of he. Else, she may once more be counted as a hex.

"It has its troubles," Célnes closed her eyes for but a moment, "and the hardships," and opened to face him with a warm, but hopeful smile, "but we must believe we can make through it."