With a silver reptile upon her back the woman stands before her, tearing her apart, exposing her. Her light ruffles his sleek black feathers, grip tightening upon her withers. The avian creature did not appreciate the looks given, snapping his beak and giving a screech that rang in her ears. Silver eyes focus only on the dragon, afraid it may harm the glass doe the bird spreads its wings and flaps, chest heaving and body appearing larger before settling down, walking farther up on her fragile withers.

The problems to this woman's words were that the answer was unknown. He was a friend, one made through silent actions, names never passed on. It was a friendship that was delicate, there upon the wings of a butterfly, fragile, and but a single fault would render them strangers. Ears flicking, wavering off to the side with a glance that follows, mouth open but words silent, she lets her eyes fall to the ground once again. "I do not know his name, but he is a peculiar man," a pause before hushed words continue, "he is a man of white and black, given a crown so that he may sit upon his broken throne." She recalls this man's image, blood caking one side of his alabaster body as he lay upon stone, body marked with dark scars and blackened splotches that danced against his hide.

Angling her crystalline body towards the shadows, where the fire's light does not touch, she takes a glance towards the bleached bodice of Ophelia, motioning off into the distance with her muzzle. "Follow me if you wish to see him." Where exactly this man was remains a mystery, but surely he could be found. Delicate steps are taken, eyes washing over the land around her. The dark was a place where demons lurked, where they slithered out of corners and jumped down from the sky, where they followed you in your own shadow, maws gaping and prepared for you to take one faulty step. Her beating faster, she takes a courageous step into this realm, beginning to walk away from the group until it became but a speck of light upon the horizon. She couldn't tell she had reached the edge of the land until she nearly fell off, Lior leaving a piercing cry linger in the air as her body is caught by a moist, fluffy cloud. Glancing back in hopes his Ophelia had followed, she takes graceful steps to remove herself from the cloud, lingering beside the stones in hopes this woman would follow before turning away, taking the first few steps away from the island.

"Sweet Lullabies"