Arrow Lake In her face, the mirror of your dreams.

well, that's a new one.

the warden's spine tingled with wry amusement, and a smirk creased the corner of his dark mouth. you have had poor company then, he might have said, but his physical reaction was fairly reduced from the one that crossed his mind; where stigmata the bachelor still lived. the one who called herself nyx was nothing to sniff at: with her athletic physique and a pelt the color of half-buried gold.

a treasure, surely. but could she be trusted around his young children?

the queen monarch seemed eager to prove as such, darting forward before he could reprimand her, and greeting their guest with an unfriendly attitude. the general appeared nonplussed -- despite inwardly being quite angry that she'd put herself within harm's reach -- because he wasn't about to reprimand monarch in front of a stranger. her indiscretion would be discussed later, and her conduct corrected behind closed doors, so to speak, but for now, she was in charge. it was nyx's job now to impress her.

"you are well met, nyx, though my daughter seems to perceive you as some sort of threat." he glanced down towards the rumbling girl at his side, and noticed in his peripheral that ingram had come to stand near the somber-looking ego. stigmata looked back towards their guest. "so, is that what you are? a threat to my family? is there some nefarious reason as to why you need to start anew? will your past come here to haunt you?" though dramatic, as usual, he was quite serious -- even if it was all only a test to judge her resolve. he really didn't care where she'd come from; he only wanted to know if she could be honest, and serve them as they would serve her.