Two Rivers Isle sylfaen

siani dipped her head respectfully, her voice steady and composed. yes, your highness, she replied, her tone carrying the practiced ease of someone used to serving. without hesitation, she moved to follow madhuri’s lead, her sharp eyes scanning the surrounding area for a suitable place to make camp.

she kept her thoughts to herself, though a flicker of dry amusement crossed her features as she considered the princess’s assessment of their lagging companions. whatever had caught their attention, it was unlikely to speed them along. siani focused instead on the task at hand, her steps precise and purposeful as she began searching for a proper clearing.

a part of siani wished she could say anything to the princess— but again, as royal decreed it so, she held her tongue. there was an awkward shimmy to her pace, waiting for the princess to say something. anything.