[font=Georgia] Cailyn's eyes turned icy cold when she heard Phyrus mutter something, most likely about her father.  Already, she was angry at the red naga for his judgements on the man he had not even met.  Unlike them, the girl was very, very quick to forgive people; it was difficult for her to hold a grudge for more than a day.  

Cailyn wondered what exactly an apprentice to a naga who the slave assumed controlled plants, and made a mental note to ask Thaloc later.  She returned Thaloc's warm smile with one of her own, before listening to what Kaito said.  "That sounds good to me," she agreed, turning to Thaloc, happy to spend the first week with him.  Surely he was an even tempered being, who would not get impatient as she tried to adjust to this completely different life style.  

When Phyrus said he'd do soemthing to piss her off, Cailyn nodded, still a bit overheated by the arguement over her father.  After Phyrus burst to flames, Kaito to mist, the slave beamed, happy to be right about something.  Very intently she listened to Valryn, before responsing, quite pleased with her new masters.  

"Of course I have no objections."  She assured Valryn, before turning back to Thaloc, "I am very happy to spend my first week here with you.  Now, your father said I would be here as your servant, so what exactly am I to do for you?  And oh yes, I don't want to forget to ask, what does Belle do as your apprentice, and may I meet her now?"  Her curious voice inquired, the woman eager to know new people.  Cailyn would not be surprised if Thaloc asked little of her, but would not be upset if he wanted her to do lots of chores, seeing as it was common for her to work every day of the week while in college, in attempt to help her father with debts.[/font

Valryn, seeing as they had much to talk about, did the same as his sons had. Though, by far, his way was the most amazing. His body seemed to simply fade away, like a ghost. Thaloc smiled and laughed. "Inquisitive, aren't you? I really don't have much for you to do, but if you'd like, you may help I and Belle in the botanical garden. And I should properly introduce you to Belle. After all, she lives with me." Thaloc said, slowly taking her hand. His own as sort, silky smooth but not oily at all. His touch was gentle, kind, but his hand wasn't really squishy. All of the nagas were lean, and physically they were probable quite strong. "Please, come with me." He said, and began to move towards a door in the room.

This room had five doors, each with a different emblem over the door. The emblem above this door was an uroboro serpent around a tree-like marking. Yep... that was likely showing that it lead to something of Thaloc's. There was no door on the frame, though. The hallway had several windows, of course, each with a potted plant sitting in the sun. Really, this place was beautiful. And even crossing the emblem gave a feeling of comfort. A feeling of rest and safety; tranquility in a manor of speaking.

Cailyn watched King Valryn with interest, blinking to make sure her eyes had not played tricks on her when the eldest naga simply melted into thin air.  She nodded at Thaloc question, not conscious about asking to many questions like she usually did because of Thaloc's light and innocent laugh.  "A botanical garden?  I thought they only had those in cities like Chicago and New York.  Then again, this is an entire kingdom, and since you are 'of the forest', so it is probably splendid.  I would love to help with it."  She took his hand, which seemed nearly poreless and wrinkleless, and eagerly followed him to the doorway.

When Cailyn walked through it, a sense of peace and calm came over her, and she was not sure if that was the work of the door or if it was Thaloc.  The emerald leaves matched the eyes that were observing them, absorbing their beauty.  "How often, if at all, do you leave this kingdom and go into the human world?  Looking back, I wonder if I've ever seen a naga.  Then again, there is something quite odd about your species, from what I've seen so far, I probably would have realized something strange about them and would remember it now.  That's not a bad thing; you and your brothers are different from the people I know in a good way.  Your personalities are stand out and obvious, there is no faking it seems." Cailyn then flushed pink, mad at herself for talking so much as she followed Thaloc, but also for mentioning personalities, which would probably draw attention to her own behavior, which she thought insignificant compared to the princes.  

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"Hm... I really don't go outside of this kingdom very often. I only did it once, and I don't intend to again. Especially not after last time. There's too much hate and malice amongst your kind. They preach happiness and love, but all they do is fight. I do not mean to offend you, as I can see true purity in you. That's probably why you're here now. Because of that purity, someone was cruel enough to get rid of you. In a world where you have to crawl over corpses to get ahead... I can't really desire to have any place in that kind of world..." Thaloc said, sighing deeply. Though, he couldn't stay too sad for long. It was obvious that even knowing about the suffering of others made Thaloc want to help them. Also, it was ironic that, without even knowing it was her father who sold her to them, Thaloc showed a small bit of resentment. Phyrus, Thaloc, Kaito, Onyx, and even Valryn held a small resentment for the outside world. Maybe not specifically for her father, despite how Phyrus had made it sound, but for anyone willing to do that to another. Blood or not.

Soon, they came to an actual door, though it had no handle or anything. Thaloc reached forward and placed his hand on the tree emblem, watching a glow engulf the door itself, and finally cause the stone wall to open for them. "Still, your safe here. And I don't want you to get the wrong idea. It's not your kind that I hate. Just the ways of your kings and masters..." Thaloc said, though was referring to the governments and corporate leaders that, in a sense, owned the countries of this new world.

Cailyn continued listening to Thaloc, taking all he was saying into her brain.  She remained quite, and settled for watching him put his hand on the forest symbol of the door, watching with much interest, before stepping through the opening of the stnone.  Turning back, his words finally triggeried her words.  "There are a lot of things about our world that are indeed horrid, but you have to look at the wonderful side of our society.  All through school, there were always people around me who I could trust and confide in, friends who I could always count on to step up for me when something goes wrong.  The bad things about some poeple just makes them seem even better."  

Cailyn looked down at the ground, reviewing all the people she had ever trusted, how one in particular had cursed her with slavery.  "Then again... some people I trusted and thought were good betrayed me or proved me wrong.  Your brothers and father know this, but my own father was the one who sold me and my sister into slavery.  Speaking of my sister, I always thought her to be one of dignity, but she became a prostitute as soon as our father experinced money troubles.  I bet now she is somewhere off as a sex slaves, continuing on with her whoring..."

"My dad's betrayal has instilled an untrusting trait in me, while my sister's actions has made me reconsider who people are after first glance.  I don't know why I still care about them, why I wonder what they're doing, if they are content with life more so than I."  Cailyn then looked up at his face, wondering if he knew what a prostitute was, because the slave was sure they did not exsist in such a peaceful and perfect kingdom.  

"Not that being here is unpleasant, you and your family have been very accomidating, it's just that I miss college, and all the oppurtunities I used to have that are now gone.  And of your comment about me being pure, I hardly think so.  Like anyone else, I've sinned, never been perfect.  Compared to someone like you, so amiable and compassionate at all times, I must seem like a witch."  Cailyn looked down, wishing she had not yelled at Phyrus earlier, or been so harsh on her only sibling and parent when speaking, her vocals a bit shameful, but still friedly.  "I am sorry, I talk far to much Thaloc.  You talk, tell me of yourself, your hobbies, interests, people you care about.  Even tell me your favorite color, I speak to much and don't give you a chance."  

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Thaloc laughed a small bit. "Sins and virtues are highly opinionated. I'll use your sister as an example. You said she became a prostitute, correct? And are you against it? Tell me, what harm can it truly do to anyone? Sure, some say it is immoral. But morality has little to do with fact or nature, and nothing to do with pure or corrupt." Thaloc explained, his own determination between good and evil being both find and bold at the same time. And of course, he already knew what one was, and wasn't really against it in any sense. "Someone who does nothing harmful should not be condemned for doing what they enjoy. It's not until it hurts another that you have sinned. Do it no harm, thy will be done." He said, quoting a popular Wicca moral code.

When he heard that she wanted to know more about him, he thought for a second. "How about this? You ask me a question, and in return, I will answer and ask one of you. That way we may both find out about the other without the broad sense of a biography."

Thaloc, despite seeing so innocent and kind, was not dumb or without knowledge. He knew of the evils and such in this world, not only the ones in America and such. He knew of problems in countries and kingdoms that humans, in a general sense, didn't even know about. Thaloc smiled, even still, gently patting her head. A light bulb came on in his head, though he didn't show that he had a new idea. He decided it right then. He'd surprise her by bringing her sister here. That way she wouldn't have to worry too much.

Cailyn kept quiet throughout Thaloc's defense of prostitution, but let out a few huffs of breathe to show when she did not agree.  Never could the slave imagine using her body, not brains, to make money, even to help her father.  Of course, the woman was not against making love and everything in that category, but she did not believe it should be done with several partners a night for money.  "She could pass on some type of STD, or become impregnated with a child she cannot raise properly.  Caroline, my sister, could be sleeping with the husband of an unknowing woman, a wall of trust being shattered halfly by her.  I just don't agree with her occupation, but I of course see where your thoughts and her thoughts are coming from.  Her job causes pleasure, so she betters someone life for an hour day."  

Cailyn then stopped her rant, mad at herself for talking so much again.  She nodded at his suggestion, before launching into her first question, something awkward that made her cheeks turn a faint pink, "If my sister were to, uhm, offer her services to you, would you accept them?"  The slave inquired, quite curious, not making any assumptions because the nagas had surprised her much so far.

"Hm... I see some of your point. I keep forgetting that your kind can catch diseases from things of such bliss. As for a child, in certian circumstances that could be bad. If she couldn't take care of it, or chose to abort it, that would be a heavy sin. But, on the other hand, if she did cherish the child, how could one be against it? There are always risks and such in life." Thaloc said, and for a moment revealing that nagas, and possibly other creatures, didn't get STDs. Thaloc shrugged a small bit, but her question caught him a little off guard.

"Hm... I don't think so, honestly. I'd rather only have sex with someone who had an emotional connection with me." Thaloc said, his mind working so strangely. He approved of people being prostitutes, but didn't want to be a part of it, even if it was their choice to. "Besides... Belle has offered before, and I've turned her down. But, now it's my turn to ask you a question."
Thaloc said, happily.

He thought for a second, and then shot. "Do you ever miss your sister? I mean, would you like to see her again, and to know she's safe and not being forced into anything bad?" Thaloc asked, curiously. he could sense some resentment in her voice speaking about her sister, but Thaloc really wanted to know her true feelings. Hate, or love?

A red flush overcame the paleness of Cailyn's cheeks when Thaloc mentioned achieving a disease from bliss.  The woman did not know sex was bliss, for her virginity was still intact, but of course, like all other humans, the female was curious.  "My sister was whoring around to get money for our father; so I'm sure she would not spare any for her child's college fund ot even food service at school.  She would probably get an abortion, but why are we on that subject?  She is not pregnant, or at least she was not last time I saw her..."

Regaining control of her emotions, Cailyn nodded in approval of his answer, completel agreeing with his reasoning. "I feel the same exact way.  I hope this doesn't count as my responding question, but don't you spend a lot of time with Belle, her being your apprentice and all?  Why wouldn't you be emotionally connected with her?"  

Her calm and strong composure was broken when Thaloc mentioned her sister again in his question.  She answered it with complete honesty.  "Yes and no. No because  I feel very awkward around her, because I feel like she is a bad person, or at least a very irresponsible one lacking dignity.  This is very selfish, but I also hate how men pay attention to her and hardly notice me.  It makes be feel ugly and boring... I do miss my sister; her jokes, her smiles, her fun-loving attitude and the constant reassurance she gives me. "

Thaloc laughed a small bit. "Then you'd really hate Phyrus. Your sister sounds a lot like him. And as for Belle, it's not that I don't feel an emotional connection with her. Actually, quite the opposite. I care for her deeply, but sometimes emotions are hard to understand, and impossible to explain. I love her like a little sister, I guess you could say. Even though I know very well she wants me to be more than a brother..." Thaloc said, both happy and sad about that fact. He hated to cause someone heartache, but he really couldn't help it. "In any case, I'll let you ask my another question." Thaloc said, happily. He enjoyed this, slightly.

Thaloc moved through another hall, this one taking them to another stair-less incline. "Oh... but I do have one other question. Would you like me to bring your sister here for you? I can't very well feel comfortable keeping you here and knowing one of your loved ones is in possible danger." Thaloc said, his overly-compassionate nature never failing to toss out some sort of off-the-wall idea to try and make someone feel better. "Not only would you know she's safe, you'd know she's not doing anything 'bad'. She wouldn't be getting pregnant or spreading disease."

A scoff could not help but emit from Cailyn when Thaloc said she would hate Phyrus greatly.  She held her tongue until the naga finished speaking of him and Belle before speaking.  "First off, I already hate Phyrus for being so quick to judge my father whom he does not even know."  Her voice was quite fierce as she explain her mild loathing for the forest naga's brother.  Yet with her next words, it grew softer and sweeter,  "Second, I think you should just try being romantic with Belle, unless that is not your style or you already have.  She sounds really nice, and probably will understand if the feelings of wanting to not be on a "sibling love" level aren't mutual.  

The stride of the slave's legs lengthened as she followed after Thaloc, but her graceful strides faltered and she nearly tripped when he mentioned bringing her sister here.  "I-, uhm,"  Cailyn began to stutter, before taking a deep breathe and restarting her smooth vocals, "If Caroline comes here, I know it will bring me a lot of happiness, as well as comfort.  If you do bring her here, thank you.  Yes, I would be pleased knowing she is not being beaten by some master, or causing other havoc.  Yet, shemight not stay out of trouble if Phyrus is as you say he is.  But yes, if you can, bring her hear please.  I have been feeling guilty, for having been sent to such a pleasant place, when she could be sent to the worst for all I know."  

Cailyn then grinned, happy for the chance to ask a question.  "Who do you think, out of your brothers and you, I will choose?  Also, if I had a power like you, what do you think it would be?"  The young girl could not control her curiosity, another question had been blurred into the first, yet she was not to dissapointed.  "Shuckles, now you can ask two questions as well."

Thaloc couldn't really complain about her hating Phyrus, nor could he argue with her. Belle would make a good wife, but still. The Emerald naga really couldn't do anything with her at the moment. Maybe someday, but not soon. He cared too much for her as a sister, if not even loving her more like a child. Then again, their story was a little strange, and deeper than what it looked like at first glance.

"I really don't know who you'd choose. Only time can really tell. That may be why father picked you." Thaloc said, and then thought about her other question. "Really, you humans are a resilient and adaptive race. Humanity is a pretty young race, compared to some of the other creatures. But, your kind is interesting in the fact that if you study, you can adapt to any type of magic. Even if you have no natural talent, you can learn basic things."

Thaloc then thought about what to ask her. he smiled as a thought popped into mind. "Have you ever had a lover or anything like that? And what was your life like before all this? I sort of want to know more about your past." Thaloc hoped he hadn't hit a sore spot, but he was curious, and couldn't really help it.

Cailyn continued to listen with interest to Thaloc talking.  Him saying he could not guess who she would pick was rightly so; the slave had absolutely no idea who she was going to choose as her husband and next king, if she picked anyone at all.  Thaloc was so friendly and compassionate, while Kaito seemed kind and almost quiet.  Then there was Onyx, who, as Valryn said, was cold, but also seemed extremely hard-working and focused,.  Next was Phyrus who was lazy, but passionate and loyal, so everyone said.  However, all of them where very intruguing, as well as evidently intelligent.  

The question the naga asked caused Cailyn's cheeks to blush faintest pink once more.  After he had finished the rest of his questions, the woman finally responded, "I did not have many 'lovers', as you say, in high school.  To be honest, all the guys at our school that were 'socially exceptable' to date were jerks.  The only boy I've ever honestly liked was really sensitive, quiet and sweet, but of course, when I started dating him, everyone told me not to.  I did not pay them any mind, and niether did he so we dated for awhile.  Eventually, both of our friends influences got the better of us and we broke up.

"Addressing your second question, before my capture, I was attending my sohpmore year of school at Baylor College of Medicine to become a pediatric oncologist.  Everyone says that the job would be really depressing, diagnosing and attempting to treat cancer in children, but I am really in love with the occupation.  Yet when our professor shows the class a case of when the child dies, everyone is discouraged.  Yet if a child ends up beating the cancer or going into remission, you know you did your job, that you've lifted heart ache off of the kid's family member's shoulders."  Cailyn looked up and sighed.  "Sorry for talking too long... again.

"I'll ask two questions.  First off, what type of religion, if any, do you guys follow, seeing as you don't believe sins and virtues are objective, and that morales are useless?  Second question..."  Cailyn stopped for just a moment, casting her eyes at the ground, "This has been bothering me for awhile, how do nagas 'make love'?  Would you have to transform into a human, or what?"  

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Thaloc laughed a small bit. "We don't really have an organized religion. or... well... it's different than what you guys have in Christianity or the like. We don't formally worship any being, but we have myths, and we pay our respects to our ancestors. We also believe in a form of reincarnation. Not quite that you are your ancestor, but that a portion of all who came before you are written into your blood, and thus a piece of them carries over in your soul." Thaloc said, smiling a small bit at her question about religion. It made sense to wonder about them, of course. "If we had to claim a divine being from myth, it would probably be what you call a Leviathan. In our legend, she was a mighty dragon with scales of all colors. As the myth goes, a titan was ordered to slay her as a right of passage. But, she was a noble dragon, a protector and all-mother of sorts. The titan fell in love with her, and as a result, the naga were created as their children, tasked with taking in those who needed shelter from the world. No one knows if it's true or not, but I've seen some strange things, so I can't completely count the legend out." Thaloc said, shrugging a small bit.

When she asked about procreation, he was taken off guard a small bit, but shrugged. He knew the question would come up eventually, and better him to tell it than Phyrus or Onyx, who would probably scare the poor girl half to death. Onyx would bust out naga anatomy, and Phyrus... well that one was a little obvious. "It really depends. Certain naga can make themselves take human form below the waste. Their tale become legs, and they gain a rough outlay of the human body. While this is rare, all naga, even those with the shape-shifting ability, have a set of two very flexible scales which move aside and allow our members to stick out. That's located about here." Phyrus said, moving his hand to just about an inch below where his human waist became scale. Though it wasn't quite scale, more of a smooth-leather skin. "I think showing you would be better left for another time, though." Thaloc said, laughing a small bit.

Thinking about all that was said, something just then caught him. "Wait... is it really that hard to cure cancer?" Thaloc asked, tilting his head to the side. The idea of someone dying from such an easy-to-cure disease shocking him. He then remembered where she had come from, and the limited magic and natural abilities they had. "I guess a world of science can still not compare to ours. We know the cure, and have for a long time. We gave it to some of your kind a few years ago. I believe they called themselves the FAD or something of the sort." Thaloc, of course, was referring to the FDA, the Food and Drug Administration.

The conversation involving religion intrigued the young woman greatly.  Cailyn had always had an interest in other cultures; how other countries fuctioned compared to american society.  Luckily for her, here was a member of a completely different species, explaining their religion and beliefs.  Even though reincarnation and the like were not anyway similar to her religion of christianity, Cailyn completely understood Thaloc's point of view.  Nor did she judge him for she was not an avid Catholic, but one who just believed in god and had not been to church more than twice.  

The next answer Thaloc gave, concerning naga reproduction, was equally interesting, and did not disgust the woman.  Unlike 75 percent of the men in her world would, Thaloc did not make his statement perverted.  Emerald eyes followed Thaloc's moving hand, before returning to his handsome face when he spoke.  "No, if there ever would be a time to show me, it is certainly not now."  The laugh accompanying the naga's was bell-like, almost to innocent for Cailyn's age of nineteen.

The laugh ended, the grin on her face turned into a grimace as Thaloc spoke of cancer, how easy it was to treat.  The vocals that replied to the forest naga, were surprisingly, some what hostileand accusing, "If everyone survived from cancer, my mother would still be alive, along with many other father, mothers, sisters, brothers, friends and children.  There is chemotherapy, but it does not always work; the cancer can come back, destroy organs and tissues.  If chemotherapy is indeed the cure you gave us, it sure isn't working as easily and seamlessly as you say.  If there was another cure you presented to our race, it is not being used at all in our hospitals and treatment centers."  The woman exhaled with a huff, reflecting on how she had just spoken to possibly one of the nicest people she had ever known.  "Sorry..."

Then, as if her outburst had not happened, Cailyn asked a question in lighter tones.  "In my religion, we have holidays such as Christmas and Easter.  In my country we have holidays such as the Fourth of July and Thanksgiving.  Does your kingdom celebrate any holidays?  Also, what do you personally, do for entertainment?  And I belive, seeing as I've asked four questions and you've only one in the past several minutes, you can ask me three now."  

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"That wouldn't surprise me too much..." Thaloc said, sighing a small bit, slightly saddened. "Well, I'll try not to worry about it. As for holidays, we celibate a few. Though, they're strangely similar to many of your cultures. Some of them are simple, but some are troublesome to explain. Such as a Lamenthian. Day of mourning. While it sounds strangely dark for what it is, the name is fitting. In your language, a lament is a song or poem of death, mourning, and sometimes love or longing for one who has died. Thaloc explained, though knew she probably already knew that. This girl was intelligent, and very interesting to him. "We use that day to pay tribute to those before us. Those who have died. and in many people's cases, it is a day to remember a loved one who has died recently. It is both a sad and joyous occasion. Even if you miss them, you know that a piece of them is in you, and you will carry on their legacy in everything you do." Thaloc explained, smiling a small bit to himself.

He then finally got to another door, opening it and moving into a large room. The floor was black, green, and white tile; which looked like emerald with marble swirls of black and white. As he moved into the room, an elf quickly ran over to him, hopping up and hugging him. Thaloc didn't fall back, instead catching her. She smiled happily and nuzzled Thaloc. She then looked at the other woman, getting down from Thaloc's arms. "So you must be Cailyn?" She asked, and though her physical body looked like that of only a twelve or thirteen year old, her voice was soft and harmonic, but mature. And the look in her eyes was not that of a child at all. The elf smiled a small bit and bowed for a moment. "I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Belle."

((Belle: Not work safe... or safe for a public computer... Also, she's wearing a leaf-colored sundress.))  

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Cailyn nodded as Thaloc spoke, not bothering to mention she knew exactly what a lament was when he defined it.  "Lamenthian seems similiar to Halloween, or the Mexican Day of the Dead.  Except both have, expecially Halloween, is no longer about honoring the ones passed, but running from door to door, demanding candy from everyone."  Cailyn spoke spitefully, before quickly calming down.  "Have you ever lost someone, Thaloc?  Some loved one you mourn on that day?  Also, I have not seen your mother, just you father, maybe I could see her soon."  The human watched the naga as her lean legs carried her gracefully along.  

Quickly, the nineteen year old woman stepped through behind Thaloc into the room, waiting for an answer, before her green eyes darted all around, then fixed onto the smallish other woman occupying the room.  Watching with a smile as the two interacted and embrace warmly before answer Belle's question, noting how much the girl's voice and eyes differed from the rest of her appearance. "Yes, I am Cailyn."  For just a second, confusion filled her eyes when Belle bowed, but soon the slave followed suit and lower her head a bit in response.  "I am happy to meet you; Thaloc has told me a little bit about the last several minutes.  I've never seen an elf before..." Cailyn trailed off, her eyes moving to the ground before shooting back up to both their faces.  "So what have you been doing, Belle, and what do you two normally do on a day like this?"  

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Thaloc didn't answer at first, but finally shrugged and sighed a small bit, speaking. "Our mother died a few years ago. I guess you could say that she is the one we mourn. But, even though I miss her, I've moved on in life. Phyrus, though... I can tell he misses her the most." Thaloc said, and his sadness for his mother's death really wasn't able to be seen. Not like tears or true depression, but just a slightly serious mood shift. Still, this gave a small glimpse into the fiery Phyrus. "In any case, we celibate a bunch of holidays similar to yours. And we do celibate some from your culture, such as something similar to Christmas and New Year, which is combined in our country." Thaloc explained, trying to change the topic and eventually getting the brightness back.

"Never seen an elf?" Belle asked for a moment, and then shrugged a small bit. "Well, the weather is clear outside, and today is one of the best days to go shopping. So mainly I shop for different plants and regents for potions." The elf girl said, thinking a small bit with a finger on her chin. She then shrugged. "That's about it. Of course, I wasn't quite expecting to meet you so early. If I knew you'd be joining us, I'd have gotten you something more fitting." She said, looking up to the human woman curiously.

Biting her lip, Cailyn rued asking Thaloc of his mother, even though sadness could not be detected on the naga's face.  She listened to the man talk of his brother, and that temporarily overulled her mal-content for him because of the prior arguement.  All four of the brothers, she could relate to, and any faults they had might have an explanation because of their loss. Finally, the woman stopped thinking on that track, as it was rather depressing, as she absorbed Belle's words.

The talk of regents made her think of kings and college headmasters, while it being paired with potions made her think of medicine and witchcraft.  She smiled a bit, loving Belle's lightheartedness.  "What types of potions do you make?  And no need to worry, the clothes are fine."  Cailyn said, not minding the pretty dress's mild looseness.  Her green eyes flashed around the room, curious, and wondering what else in the kingdom.  

"Um... lets see... Most anything, really. Sometimes potions for healing, and sometimes potions that become more similar to perfume. But it all depends." Belle said, and smiled as she looked at Thaloc. "And of course, as long as Thaloc is around, everything works out. And the others are pretty cool, too, though Onyx is a little too... I don't know. Uptight?" She said, though didn't seem to know the word she was looking for. She then walked over to a bag of plants, with various boxed of leaves, stems, and petals.

"Did you get the Liferoot from Jiku yet?" Thaloc asked, smiling happily when the girl nodded. "Very good." He commented, gently placing his hand on the elf's head and stroking her hair. He then looked at Cailyn. "Would you like to learn how this works, as well?"