Traveling across Ostia, was a noble Archsage Sarei, blonde lustrous locks of curls tied loosely near the end with a violet ribbon, bangs covering her hazel emerald eyes partially, a cape of a royal blue with golden linings and a white inside, a red pendant and a diamond pendant clinking together as she walked, black leather boots, with golden stripes. Black fingerless gloves cloaking her hands, crimson lips and a bright pearl white smile. She walked into the Royal court and walked up to the throne of Lord Hector, the marquess. "Lord Hector, I've received word from Lady Lyn, and Lord Eliwood, the death of Lord Raven and Lady Priscilla has been released to you, we must attend the funeral." She stepped aside the throne and bowed, as Hector shook her hand, a light tear of sadness shaking his confidence, "Yes I see, well be strong, we all must, oh and I might ask you to find Canas, the Druid, I need you and him to attend a conference, it shall be held in two days."
Sarei nodded, sneezing freely five times yet shaking her head when asked by Hector "Are you catching a cold?" she backed out the doors to the manse and ran to catch a ride with Riakku the wyvern master, so nobly named for her skills with spears and swords, as well as moral connections with her wyvern which was as black as the night sky. Riakku's silvery blonde hair was short like Nino's, who had become a famed sage, and she had sapphire eyes, and wore gold and Amber armor, spiked rings around her neck and wrists, reigns of the wyvern latching a Runesword and a Rex Hasta. "I must head to Badon, will you escort me?" Sarei asked nervously, shivering from the cold winds, once more sneezing freely five times, and Riakku titled her head and turned it "My dear friend, are you catching a cold?" Sarei clutched her fists together "no, I don't think...but Lord Hector asked me that as well..."
Riakku sighed and tapped the reigns against the wyvern's neck and after about an hour of flight, Sarei hopped off and reached into the one of the pockets of her cloak and sought her Excalibur tome or her Luce tome. She was alas only nineteen years of age, and looked about three years younger, and when walking into the local tavern she drank about a couple gallons of ale, and finally saw Canas arrive. She had always loved him, as well he did her. Canas saw her swerving of weariness, and when she collapsed she came to in Canas' cottage aside the sea, he was comforting her, "I see...you've finally awoken my love.."
She shot up and backwards, feeling as if floating, she was hallucinating