"What is your name?"

Ehmek's eyes stared, calmly and expectantly as he waited for an answer.

"Tifanir." Her voice piped in, softly, her confidence faltering beneath his stone cold gaze.

"What were your parent's names?" It was a question of breeding, and her ears pricked upwards.

Her voice chimed with a bit more certainty than before. "Tifraan and Aarmir."

There was a pause, silence hung in the air, and then the great king of Nirashiya nodded his head in acceptance of this information. "Where are you from?"

"Tähtikurottaja, my king."

"It's a little soon to be calling me that," he mused.

"Oh— I'm sorry, so sorry." Any confidence she gained went out the window as she bowed her head, almost coming to a grovel before the Royal. "I didn't mean—"

Ehmek chuckled, extending a talon. It was all he needed to silence her. "Please. Relax. At this point, this is just a formality." She tried, boy did she try. She scrambled back up onto her feet, face burning, trying to ignore how quickly she prostrated herself out before his authority.

"Lastly, why do you want to move to Nirashiya?"

Tifanir opened her mouth to answer, but felt the well of her voice dry when she heard a raspy chuckle behind the king. Stationed a little ways behind him were some of his personal guard, likely in case he was met with any disdain. One was an old, bald aarnio; who's countenance was grim and unmoving. Besides him was a younger male, the second royal guard, who had covered his mouth with his talon and giggled, likely at her display. Her face burned harder at being subjected to this embarrassment, her feathers ruffling.

Ehmek's voice brought her back. "Well, Tifanir?"

Her glare fixated on Royal Guard 2. She heaved a dry swallow, and straightened up, trying to ignore the giggling aarnio. "I want to be the very best,

Like no one ever was."

"You're not a fucking pokemon master, Tifanir." Ehmek groaned.