Sitting between her antlers was the gleaming, pristine ice crown. It glinted in the moment light spreading jewelled lights across the snowy tundra. Her newly acquired black rose was nested in her forelock, dully glinting whenever she faced the sun. Lastly around her neck hung her old ruby pendant, she had joined Helovia with it and it reminded her of who she was before all of these horrid things had happened to her. The metal acorn made a great addition next to the pendant, together they bounced softly against her flesh. A voice had caught her attention, it was bright and peppy. One she knew reasonably well, she was personally responsible for releasing Thranduil into Helovia with the support and power of the Basin at his back. Appointed to the position of thief had caused his already inflated ego to grow into the suffocating one it currently was, his smug smile and smart ass remarks when almost a little too much to handle. It was usually best to ignore him and prayed he'd just leave you alone.

Hidden within the shadows, the doe glanced between Thranduil and Midas, wondering why the thief of Aurora Basin had nothing better to do with himself. The fae princess certainly didn't answer to him or Roland for that matter, she had been here longer than both of them yet overlooked when it came to promotions. In past past she had been furious, now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Although perhaps she should have guess that he would be here, congratulating himself even though The Impersonator seriously doubted that he had much to do with the capture of Midas. A sigh left her lips as she stared at the thief, trying to summon up a feeling for him. Nothing. Numbness. She'd been suck in this state ever since the death of Arwen and assumed death of Asch. Asch had already risked herself numerous times for Arwen, so if her golden girl was gone then Arah believed that her ebony girl was gone as well. It felt as if there was nothing left of her soul, at any moment she might just tip over the edge and either go insane or die. Wynter swooped past the doe and landed was a thump, facing Midas and completely ignoring Thranduil. Approaching with caution Arah eventually came to a stop beside Thranduil, looking down upon him with her empty eyes. "Honestly?" Surely picking wings off flies grew tiresome, her voice was laced with disappointment. His childish antics would not impress anyone.

Sighing she turned to Midas and studied him, her expression dull and broken. Little of her old flair remained anymore, this crevasse had enormous walls all around her, it was doubtful that she would ever escape the darkness her daughters had left. He'd been given a chip of ice to sip from, and some fodder...pathetic as it was. The doe was exhausted, sleep hadn't been coming easy these days, every now and then her knees would shake and threaten to collapse. Concerned for her bonded's well being, Wynter brushed up against her side offering support. Honestly at a loss for words the doe continued to scrutinise the golden King, wondering what had happen to subdue and bring him back to the prison. Also she didn't want to seem too friendly with him, Thranduil would take the tale and run with it, no doubt it being reported to their Lord and her loyalty questioned. Still she couldn't just leave him thinking that she was no longer a friend... If she was his prisoner he would have treated her with kindness and respect, no less than what he deserved now. Approaching his prison she tired to put a friendly smile on her face for his sake.

Inside a battle waged, wondering how much friendship she could extend to him with the golden thief present, everything about him caused a great dislike to stir within her. If only she could feel those emotions now. Mayhaps those feelings would stir her sympathy and empathy, had she not been prisoner of The Regime? Had she not been stolen by another unnamed mare simply because she was the discipline of Faelene? "Not our best side." A broken smiled twitched on her lips as she referred to the golden stag who had been teasing Midas. Golden orbs glanced down at The Theif to make it a little cleared just what she was talking about.