Nodding to every word spoken by Galfore. They seem to have offered an awfully generous offer, allowing a complete stranger, now a guest, to stay in the castle and learn about Earth. And getting in touch with Earth was the best deal of all, especially if they could assist the resistance. No matter how small the contribution would be, as long as it could put an end to the war, it would be a much-needed help. Problem was. She has no idea where she is, in the vast galaxy, where she could be lightyears away from being able to communicate with anyone. Plus, if they were able to communicate with Earth, they needed to take every step of precaution without tipping off the enemies of their would-be alliance.
Quickly tugging herself back to the present, she smiles at the offer to explore the castle grounds. “I would love to.”
Later that night, the silver witch lay awake in bed, unable to fall asleep. Galfore’s suggestion swirled around in her head, preoccupying her mind, that she had to write down everything she knew about Earth. She felt anxious. That she could miss key essential notes that their allies need to know. Sadly, she has hazy memories of Earth. Since as a child, her guardian has educated her very little about Earth, and what was left of it. Instead, they drilled her on how to survive and fight on the battlefield.
Overwhelmed, the silver-haired girl crawled out of bed and wrapped a shawl around her before taking a step outside her room. She was then greeted by a guard, where she asked permission if she could take a midnight stroll. They immediately told her that she could, and they suggested her to take a walk in the castle garden instead, as it is a good place to relax and clear her head.
In the garden, taking a casual stroll. Her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. “Your royal highness?” Silverwing asked as she tilted her head.
Honestly, it was a relief that Galfore offered - and Silverwing agreed - to take Silverwing for a tour through the castle. Not that Ryand’r was bothered by her presence, the problem was more the upkeeping of his act. Guest and friend to the tamaraneans or not, there were things about himself that no one except Galfore knew, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted anyone else knowing about it.
Once the tour was over, Galfore had reported back to Ryand’r and the two spoke for a little bit, until then night came. The magenta of their sky slowly turned more purple, and both Galfore and Ryand’r retreated to their rooms, except that, like most days, Ryand’r couldn’t sleep. There was so much weighing him down, it was rare that he could sleep at all. Galfore had before scolded him, especially as then he often wandered the castle by himself without any guard around, but really, staying in his room and attempting to find sleep when he simply couldn’t would be unbearable. And he really didn’t want a guard to follow him all the time when he needed silence and time to think. Time to be himself.
So here he was, having walked through the garden for a bit and stopped to watch a few lights dancing in the distance (a group of tamaranean insects, he knew they weren’t something to approach but they made for a pretty sight nonetheless). Most likely some minutes, perhaps more, passed before he was spoken to, and he was surprised but turned around quickly to see Silverwing approach.
“Oh, Silverwing. Hello.” Well. It was unexpected to meet her here, really, and with no one around to... no, it didn’t matter. It would be okay. He would manage on his own. Somehow. “Are you okay?” Ryand’r asked, figuring that was a good thing to ask first. Because if there was some reason leading her here outside of the quiet of the night, it would be good to know that before anything else.
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