"Yes, Sovereign," the little girl replied, but her voice was more of a long drawn out hiss now. Like a snake, she let Maiwen's brother's name slide over her tongue for a long time, but when she turned to Maiwen, she was smiling pleasantly. "My brother and I have been waiting to see you for a very long time..."

The small girl turned away from Maiwen and started walking towards the chilled Abre`Verte fields that were now layered with snow. Her destination was set toward the Snowside mountains where her brother's stronghold was. The small child was sure Maiwen would follow since the young dragoon had so easily taken the delicious bait provided. All it took was a name.

"You see," the little girl began with a voice as sweet as honey, "we all used to live here quite a few years ago, but they would never let us meet. Selune would not let us meet. Even though we all lived in... Oneiro."

So it was revealed to Maiwen's rather innocent eyes, the "home" she had been drawn back into was none other than the destroyed version of Oneiro. Would Maiwen recognize the city she had once lived in? Would she remember where the city was - where the palace once stood vibrant and elegant against blue skies? Would Maiwen remember anything...?

When Maiwen mentioned leaving, the little girl stopped in her tracks. Maiwen was trying to tug away from the bait that ushered her forwards until now. With urgent footsteps, the white haired girl went back towards Maiwen and a sense of desperation she had never presented herself with before was written along her face. The crimson eyed child reached out and took Maiwen's hand in both of her own.

"I beg of you," the girl began, "do not leave me. Please. We have... waited so long..."

But the real question was, waited for what? Nevertheless, before the little girl tried to allow Maiwen a chance for objection, she was tugging gently on Maiwen's fingers trying to usher her back along. The pair only had to reach the mountains and then Maiwen would stay with them forever.