It was a magnificent room she'd been given, and it had been cleaned apparently in preperation of her Highness' arrival. But it wasn't her room. The carpet was thick and a deepest maroon that meshed with golden seams and a mast of fine furniture. But the powerful colour only angered her, promoting reminisence of her ever-bound enemy. The four-poster bed was quilted with thick sheets and blankets of the finest golden silks; with patterns of crests and curving lines of red on the topmost cover. But the silk slid cooly over thin bodies that moved restlessly in sleep, and the pattern did not favour over her usual purple flowers and pink. Each furnishing; table, chair or the very posts of the bed was thick, fine darkwood, engraved with the steadiest of hands to embed pattern and decoration which fell into the room's mood, adding splendor. But the wood was old and Elyon could count the cracks in the beautiful sculpting. She had, in fact. "I'm soo bored.."

She'd only moaned the words, but Elyon could hear a faint echo as her words bumped off of the high sealing and back to her ears. In fact, what Elyon wished she didn't feel was a longing for her own room. Her percuriously high stack of CDs which leaned on the wall as a crutch. The smelly socks she just couldn't bring up the effort to take to the washing basket a few feet away in the hall. The forgotten mash of papers where she'd once intended to write a book. Her mother knocking on the door in the morning, to tell her to wake up whether she had school or not.. But Elyon didn't miss her mother. She didn't miss the cruel woman who'd stolen her away. No, Elyon Escanor (as she had been told) did not miss having those things. She missed thinking they were hers. She hadn't felt the comfort of her mother or father in a long time, and she was constantly disgusted by the mess which littered her room. But until last night that was what it was. Her mother. Her father. Her mess, in her room.

Elyon sighed, pushing herself off of the bed which wasn't lumpy like the one she would usually sleep in. If she couldn't stop missing Earth, she would have to occupy herself instead. Surely she could go for a walk? The only reason she missed these things was surely because on Saturday she'd have something to do most of the time. Someone to see. Elyon hadn't bothered to make plans with Cornelia or Alchemy today, instead having had planned on ice-cream and depression. She doubted the Metaworld had ice-cream.. But surely, as she pulled open a heavy wooden door (also lain with the prettiest of wordless inscriptions) and stepped out of 'her' room.. Surely she could ask someone.

...

"Arketá Will.." Will grimaced as a light hit her closed eyelids; creating an orangish glow to spoil her darkness. "Afýpnisi."

"Go away Caleb.." Will pulled her pillow over her head as she tried to roll away the wakefulness that was slowly distinguishing itself in such a manner of making movements sore and restrained, and creating a pounting pain in her head as her mobile's shrill scream was brought back into her conciousness. She got used to it throughout the day, but come night silence filled her mind and it's presence became an entirely new experience by the morning. Will reached a shivering hand out from her thick duvet; the cold breeze smashing into her skin as she fumbled first to grab a familliar shape of toy frog, but then to drop it and found her phone, switching it off at the power as one might do with an alarm. It was no use though; as quiet as it had gotten without a battery, the electrical deely was starting to cry out even without a source of pattern. Every electrical deely was.

"You were dreaming of Caleb? How.. Aisthisiakós." The voice was humored and presumptuous, much alike Caleb's often was, though the tone of ego in Caleb's voice had stifled impassively over the past week or so.. However as every muscle in Will's body tensed like water being thrown over a cat, it was not Caleb's voice she was being frightened by. It was the fact that the voice belonged to someone else.

For a fleeting moment Will considered lifting her head from the pillow and screaming, but no matter how much air in her lungs, Will knew her mother wasn't home. Another moment lifted Will's head, with full intention to turn to face the unplacable voice, but then Will realized that he'd asked her a question. "No. I assumed you were Caleb because I was tired and the language.."

Will trailed off as the voice laughed smooth, yet gruff. A man, but one trying to sound flirtatious.. Or flirting. Will suddenly felt uncomfortable that not only was this man in her bedroom, but if she tried to run she'd be caught in her tiny frog shorts-pajamas. "So Caleb is often in your bedroom, aníliko?"

"What! No!" Will jumped up, feeling the pigments of her face becoming dark with a heated bloodflow, and finding herself looking up at a much more familiar face than he had voice. "Drake."

"Aye, that's my name." Drake grinned at Will in a way she would not particularly care to ever be looked at, ignoring his eyes roaming her body more brazenly even than Caleb once had.. And at least then she was better dressed.. Well, hardly, but her guardian form was certainly something that made Will blush a little and she could to an extent understand why Caleb might.. But Drake was looking at her now in a green crop-top and shorts, as though her boyish frame was as womanly as her guardian form. It almost provoked disgust as Drake was surely at least three years older than her, going by looks alone.

"How did you get into my room?" She must've been stunned into quiet, because her voice only came out in a hushed palement in comparison to usual. She coughed to clear her throat and his eyes zoomed back to hers. "I asked you how you got into my room."

"The door was open."

"No." Will frowned, the puzzle of this boy becoming steadily harder as if someone was adding faulty peices.. "I meant 'How did you find my room?'."

Drake smirked and almost fell into his walking step to her desk, pulling out the chair and slouching casually on it, as Will briskly found something to hide behind.. A frog.. How mature and grown up. "Caleb never thought to ban use of portals, Tha. I know my way around. I only had to ask the Mage for your address."

Will forced up the corner of her mouth in a lopsided smile, but she could tell from the way her kept looking down rather than at her, he was lying. "Okay. Another question.."

"If you must.." Drake actually yawned, not in a tired way, but instead as a means to show her his boredom of her and an addition to his casual stance. "But have a little haste; you still have to get dressed."

Will's face went blank and the word blurted out before she could stop it. "Why?"

It wasn't the question she'd intended to ask exactly, but as Drake flashed her a smile through his slightly stubbled chin, she got exactly the answer she was looking for. "I cannot take you to Meridian like that, can I?"

Will frowned. "I'll have to make a drop.."

Arketá Will...Afýpnisi - (complimentingly said) Will...Wake up.

Aisthisiakós - sensual

aníliko - Underaged (is the literal translation, but it would be quite like us calling someone a slut)