Kenna stared at her father as he furrowed his brow, the doubt visible in his eyes. By the looks of it he was all but content, yet she knew better as to ask him why just yet… probably because it was her doing that had caused his mood to sour. And she was at least raised well enough by her foster parents to have learnt to remain quiet when a parent was angry. The dragon behind him gave her an apologetic look as it sat there regally, awaiting for the World Dragon’s Riyenas to speak; after Foros he held absolute command over them, and it knew it had been called here to initiate a new Riyenas' arrival… and moreso, its presence was needed to stabilize the area enough for Caradhras to remain in a physical form. Bringing back a soul from the beyond had its costs, even if it were merely in a dreamlike state; 'twas a necessary effort, however.
"Does… it bother you, father?" Kenna asked quietly after another beat of silence had passed, only for the white-haired demon emperor to rear his head and look his daughter in the eye. His visage contorted, and eventually relented as the man sighed deeply, and shook his head. "I feared this day would come sooner than later, but I'd wished it would not have been me to send you off to Foros, Aelin… not like this, at least." He admitted, gesturing at his daughter. "One's only allowed an audience with the World Dragons once they've awakened to their Riyenas blood, my child… not to awaken it. Although we're certain your blood has stirred, your guardian still remains at large, and that's the true problem here." Caradhras rose from his seat and started walking, the young demon queen following her father in silence as they passed halls upon halls within this aetherial version of their palace, in which it was still formed like it once was, back in the days of its former glory. Eventually they'd arrive in the archives, and descended a seemingly endless flight of stairs, until the stairs made way for a large room filled with ornate items, tomes and more, far larger than she'd ever seen before.
"This one here," Caradhras would say, tapping the back of a richly embroidered book. "Find this book when you return, Aelin. You'll feel it resonate with your blood once you're close, but in case you decide to bring a companion along; the book is titled 'The Skylords of Lorzen'." He turned around, placing both his hands on Kenna's shoulders, who stared up at her father's magicked eyes. "And my dear, when I say 'in case', I actually mean to --for the love of god-- bring someone along with you. If only to ease your old man's heart a little… you really don't want to know how many times I've been watching you crawl through the eye of the needle. I swear, would I've still been physically able to, I would've locked you in that damned tree so you'd never step a foot outside anymore." Kenna frowned at her father. "Oh please father, it's not that bad!" she retorted, but found her father replying almost instantly, shutting her up in the process. "Aelin, you almost died last time. Again, might I add. So you're taking someone with you, or I'm denying you any rights to an audience, you got that?"
Caradhras let go of his daughter, shortly ruffling her hair, and stepping away just in time to dodge the swift lunge following him. The demon grinned brightly, happy to see his offspring so full of vigor. "Actually… why don't you take that lovely lady-friend of yours with you? She's good for you, you know… and, well, just keep things proper when you're on the road, will you?" "F-FATHER!!!" Caradhras cackled in response to her fiery reaction and the even fiercer blush present on her cheeks, raising his hand in farewell before fading away with the rest of the aetherial world around him, leaving the demon queen to wake up from her dream.
Kenna slowly opened her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim light a multitude of candles threw upon the stacks of books and scrolls scattered around the room. A sigh escaped the demon queen as she laid back against her throne, burying her face and the still vividly present blush in the palms of her hands. Damn that old man and his shenanigans-- heh. Even then, she'd honestly missed these kind of interactions with her parents, never truly having had any of these moments up until she'd grown far too old for it, and yet she still adored those short moments she spent with her father, knowing it would be the only ones she'd get. Well… she let her gaze wander around the throne room she'd momentarily redecorated as a make-shift office for a variety of things; the only getaway she allowed herself when she wasn't to be found at the guild. As of late she'd been spending an awful lot of time cooped up in here, researching her awakening bloodline, but also a mysterious series of phenomenons that had been taking place within Earthland--- the Martyr's Halls seemed to hold a lot more information on it than Earthland's libraries, but even that information was scarce to begin with.
Up until now she'd also been keeping most of her bookworming and knowledge gathering to herself, but in that regard her father had been right… she shouldn't be doing this alone. The demoness had a perfectly capable partner right next to her, yet in her muttering and constant overthinking she'd failed to do that one thing she'd been supposed to do from the start-- sharing. Not wanting to worry Itori, especially after her last solo tour had almost gotten herself killed, Kenna had been keeping herself on the downlow, leaving fairly little to be known aside from her whereabouts and that she'd been sniffing out things in her father's palace. It was a safe place luckily, so little to worry about in that regard, but the exact details as to who or what she was trying to find… It had never truly been demon-related, despite it looking the part.
Her hand extended itself, and where it touched the air the very fabric of time rippled open to reveal Yggdrasil's interior on the other side. Slowly the demoness rose from her seat, allowing herself to be swallowed by the portal until she appeared on the other side, the throne room making way for her own private quarters. She ran a hand through her hair, revealing a set of scars still riddling the left side of her neck, past her collarbone and disappearing further down her shirt, towards her chest. Even though a decent amount of time had passed, the pain of her wounds still felt like they'd been newly-inflicted, and were it not for Itori's interference in the healing process the pain would've been far worse. She flinched, letting her hair fall back down to cover the wounds. There was so much she had her lover to thank for that even she did not know how or where to start… just that she would never stop being grateful to her for it.
Gathering a few things she'd then exit her office, sauntering through Yggdrasil's hallways in search of her lover. At this hour there wouldn't be many places she'd need to search in order to find her, taking her first guess to check Itori's own office Kenna would make her way there, softly knocking on the door before popping her head inside. "Itori? Do you have a moment?"
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"Does… it bother you, father?" Kenna asked quietly after another beat of silence had passed, only for the white-haired demon emperor to rear his head and look his daughter in the eye. His visage contorted, and eventually relented as the man sighed deeply, and shook his head. "I feared this day would come sooner than later, but I'd wished it would not have been me to send you off to Foros, Aelin… not like this, at least." He admitted, gesturing at his daughter. "One's only allowed an audience with the World Dragons once they've awakened to their Riyenas blood, my child… not to awaken it. Although we're certain your blood has stirred, your guardian still remains at large, and that's the true problem here." Caradhras rose from his seat and started walking, the young demon queen following her father in silence as they passed halls upon halls within this aetherial version of their palace, in which it was still formed like it once was, back in the days of its former glory. Eventually they'd arrive in the archives, and descended a seemingly endless flight of stairs, until the stairs made way for a large room filled with ornate items, tomes and more, far larger than she'd ever seen before.
"This one here," Caradhras would say, tapping the back of a richly embroidered book. "Find this book when you return, Aelin. You'll feel it resonate with your blood once you're close, but in case you decide to bring a companion along; the book is titled 'The Skylords of Lorzen'." He turned around, placing both his hands on Kenna's shoulders, who stared up at her father's magicked eyes. "And my dear, when I say 'in case', I actually mean to --for the love of god-- bring someone along with you. If only to ease your old man's heart a little… you really don't want to know how many times I've been watching you crawl through the eye of the needle. I swear, would I've still been physically able to, I would've locked you in that damned tree so you'd never step a foot outside anymore." Kenna frowned at her father. "Oh please father, it's not that bad!" she retorted, but found her father replying almost instantly, shutting her up in the process. "Aelin, you almost died last time. Again, might I add. So you're taking someone with you, or I'm denying you any rights to an audience, you got that?"
Caradhras let go of his daughter, shortly ruffling her hair, and stepping away just in time to dodge the swift lunge following him. The demon grinned brightly, happy to see his offspring so full of vigor. "Actually… why don't you take that lovely lady-friend of yours with you? She's good for you, you know… and, well, just keep things proper when you're on the road, will you?" "F-FATHER!!!" Caradhras cackled in response to her fiery reaction and the even fiercer blush present on her cheeks, raising his hand in farewell before fading away with the rest of the aetherial world around him, leaving the demon queen to wake up from her dream.
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Kenna slowly opened her eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim light a multitude of candles threw upon the stacks of books and scrolls scattered around the room. A sigh escaped the demon queen as she laid back against her throne, burying her face and the still vividly present blush in the palms of her hands. Damn that old man and his shenanigans-- heh. Even then, she'd honestly missed these kind of interactions with her parents, never truly having had any of these moments up until she'd grown far too old for it, and yet she still adored those short moments she spent with her father, knowing it would be the only ones she'd get. Well… she let her gaze wander around the throne room she'd momentarily redecorated as a make-shift office for a variety of things; the only getaway she allowed herself when she wasn't to be found at the guild. As of late she'd been spending an awful lot of time cooped up in here, researching her awakening bloodline, but also a mysterious series of phenomenons that had been taking place within Earthland--- the Martyr's Halls seemed to hold a lot more information on it than Earthland's libraries, but even that information was scarce to begin with.
Up until now she'd also been keeping most of her bookworming and knowledge gathering to herself, but in that regard her father had been right… she shouldn't be doing this alone. The demoness had a perfectly capable partner right next to her, yet in her muttering and constant overthinking she'd failed to do that one thing she'd been supposed to do from the start-- sharing. Not wanting to worry Itori, especially after her last solo tour had almost gotten herself killed, Kenna had been keeping herself on the downlow, leaving fairly little to be known aside from her whereabouts and that she'd been sniffing out things in her father's palace. It was a safe place luckily, so little to worry about in that regard, but the exact details as to who or what she was trying to find… It had never truly been demon-related, despite it looking the part.
Her hand extended itself, and where it touched the air the very fabric of time rippled open to reveal Yggdrasil's interior on the other side. Slowly the demoness rose from her seat, allowing herself to be swallowed by the portal until she appeared on the other side, the throne room making way for her own private quarters. She ran a hand through her hair, revealing a set of scars still riddling the left side of her neck, past her collarbone and disappearing further down her shirt, towards her chest. Even though a decent amount of time had passed, the pain of her wounds still felt like they'd been newly-inflicted, and were it not for Itori's interference in the healing process the pain would've been far worse. She flinched, letting her hair fall back down to cover the wounds. There was so much she had her lover to thank for that even she did not know how or where to start… just that she would never stop being grateful to her for it.
Gathering a few things she'd then exit her office, sauntering through Yggdrasil's hallways in search of her lover. At this hour there wouldn't be many places she'd need to search in order to find her, taking her first guess to check Itori's own office Kenna would make her way there, softly knocking on the door before popping her head inside. "Itori? Do you have a moment?"
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