"..had previously agree'd to keep their herd to the South of East Noberre township to avoid any confusion!" Caleb frowned, as his eyes caught Blunk sneaking by, but Queen Elyon giggled and he smirked at her, wondering when it would be that he'd finally be distracted. He'd gone back, this time. He'd had more than a month, to close his eyes and remember things that he had seen before he'd really been 'seeing'. It was the only thing that he could think of that wasn't Will and sometimes it was better, sometimes it was worse. His gaze lifted when a man he didn't recognize cleared his throat noisily and Caleb knew that Aldarn wasn't happy in that he'd been sent off. Caleb wasn't much happy either, but more in the way that the man had grinned sheepishly and told him that it was an honor.

Apparently he was a hero now. "No! Get away from me!"

"Will.." He could feel the temperature rising and falling simultaneously, as he recalled the way a familiar smile he'd craved had fallen and his state of dreaming had taken a turn for the worst, but Elyon sat straight and Caleb swallowed uneasily.

"..to avoid any confusion."

"Thank you!" It was hard to breathe and Caleb pushed unruly hair back from his face, and knew that he didn't have a ground to be mad at Julian now. He didn't have a right to be mad at Aldarn, or Drake, or anyone. But he'd made a mistake. He didn't like it here after all. His penance surely ought to be more punishing, than Aketon kissing his head and every stranger suddenly knowing him and thinking some great hero of him. He'd liked it better when he'd been dirt. Even if he didn't like it, he'd liked it better than this. "I'll give your concerns further thought."

...

"Irma.." It was the first time in Irma's recent memory, that she had consciously decided to pull out her textbook, without anyone 'helping her' (by force not limited from her father pretending to threaten with his gun). And now she was being disturbed. It wasn't as though Irma minded, though there was a certain annoyance in her father's timing - which vanished at the sight of his reproachful features. "Can I talk to you?"

"S-sure dad.." She hadn't much talked to her father, not properly, since 'W.i.t.c.h.' had started. She missed it really; missed her father, and she missed holding his hand even though she was way too old, and she missed spending his nights off sprawled in front of the sofa, because he was a good dad really. And he deserved a better daughter - or at least, he deserved less trouble from a good one, because he didn't know where she was. "What's up?"

He'd sat down across from her, and Irma swallowed at the look on his face, which was frowning slightly as he tried to mould what he wanted to say in his head. "Irma.. Do you ever miss Elyon..?"

"Elyon?" Of all the things Thomas Lair could have said, this was not what she'd have expected; if only because he hadn't even asked when there had been a brief missing persons case built around them. He wasn't that guy - almost ironically, seen as it was basically his job to ask questions. "Oh, well yeah, and.. Well.. I mean she's.."

It was hard to look, at his big, soft eyes and she hated that her father managed to look like this, and yet with the same blue she could never achieve something so flattening - for an old man, his anxious nature was adorable and she always found that it was his best strategy when she'd done something wrong. She hadn't done anything wrong.

"What does it matter! She's just on vacation- A really long vacation!" She'd gone too far, but her mouth wouldn't stop and he'd cocked one of his eyebrows and- Was she still talking? She was still talking! No! Go pick on Chris! Pick on Chris! Pick on Chris! "-in Bora Bora!"

"Who told you that?"

"Um, Will..? ..heh.." No! I said Chris! Chris! Chris! Irma scrunched her nose slightly - decidedly concentrating on her inner monologue, if only to slow and even stop the rebellious rambling which was slowly digging her deeper into a hole.. PICK ON CHRIS. "But, I mean-"

He sighed then, and shook his head, standing to leave. "Look, we can talk about this later. Right now I need to have a word with Chris."

Had she just..?

...

"Ruling, so does not rule."

Elyon ignored the nasal tone to her own voice, and tried to recall a time that words would've come out naturally. It didn't really matter, that Caleb wouldn't believe it, but a part of Elyon wished that clinging to the now foreign way of speaking would make her forget. Sometimes she wished that someone would notice. That someone would say something, but at the same time she'd never let them take the crown from her. And the guard to her left raised and eyebrow while on her right green eyes stared out somewhere else, a dry tone following.. "You mean you don't find land disputes fascinating?"

"Give Blunk land! Dispute settled!" Even Caleb's eyes had flashed over the toad which always smelled slightly out-of-date, and the boy's lips had twitched in a way that Elyon couldn't understand where his affection for the 'passling' came from. All of Phobos' allies had been beautiful creatures, or at least the ones that he'd actually associated himself with.. It was good, that Caleb had smirked though. She knew what he'd done to Will.. Elyon blinked a few times, before smiling too broadly.

"I realized.. Somewhere between West Noberre and East Nowhere it came to me. I miss the princess part of being Queen!" Elyon knew that Caleb had startled then, and he was related, she supposed, in a way that made him instantly recognize that she'd spent her princess-ship with her brother, but maybe it would at least make him feel better to know that he was still better than someone. "What happened to my massive balls? Where's my prince charming?"

Elyon stopped, and her smile fell as she saw Caleb biting back some retort of prison. She knew why he was doing it - he was much too nice and she wondered if maybe he knew how unalike Phobos he was in that Caleb couldn't even bring it in himself to condemn her. It was a flaw, and sometimes Elyon found herself stuck; thinking of how she had in reality been prepared to give the 'Light' freely, and how she sometimes wish that Phobos had come to rule.. Phobos knew it, she was sure. Caleb didn't need to know though.

"I wanted a castle on a cloud! Instead I got..."

"The royal architect with his plan for sewage construction."