Neyrii squinted at Demesne. "You are... My sister?" She felt as if stabbed by an ice cold dagger, thrown in a pit of fire, and then chopped up by an axe. Every part of her was hurting. She almost smiled when she saw Demesne leave, but felt almost selfish and cruel to do so. She walked up to her own room and sat at her desk near the window. She heard Volkenagrim's voice echoing through the halls, and cringed. Quickly, she put some of her magic paper on the ground and jumped in. The paper floated up and floated over to the side. She now was invisible. Neyrii looked out the window, seeing Demesne flee. She trotted down to a pipe, which entered the guard fortress. "Demesne has escaped..." She heard a series of yelling and marching, at least she felt a little bit better.

Neyrii quietly followed Demesne, still in an invisible form. She smirked, looking towards the mob of guards. She flew to them and lit a torch, leading them to Demesne's hideout. She pushed the rock aside with a large stick, technically welcoming the guards.

Neyrii suddenly appeared leaning against a nearby tree, her back to Demesne. "My sister, right? Yes, I'm convinced." She appeared, now visible. She rubbed ashes off her fingers. She started walking to her own hideout, but stopped. "You may be a sister. But not mine." She continued to her small hut. How did Turnip get there? She almost slapped herself. She did almost forget him, and Volkenagrim was there. She patted his neck, and brought out a huge sack of apples out of her magic paper. She smiled and stroked his mane. The old stallion only had a few days left, and Neyrii was worried. No horse was good enough to replace him, not even one of his foals. Honeydew, a palamino mare, had produced two foals last spring. One was a filly, Moonstrike, and one was a colt, Sunlight. Now it was her job to raise them just like she did with Turnip. She hugged Turnip's neck. His time was coming close. Very close. She could feel his heartbeat slowing, and down to a stop. His knees buckled. Neyrii collapsed next to him, sadly stroking his neck. "Rest in peace, Turnip." She piled peices of her paper over him to send him safely to heaven. She kneeled next to the pile of apples, head dropped with her hair falling over her face.

Neyrii looked up at Turnip and Volkenagrim. She almost cracked a smile, but lowered her head. "She is not my sister, she was the only one truly born out of royal blood. I was adopted out of mountain blood. The only reason I would sit in that castle with those fancy things is because they chose me. The monks saw something, and they said a mountain girl would be princess. I happened to be pretty and suit for this life. But I'm not. Demesne deserves to be there, not me. And thank you for the offer, but..." She looked out a window as if seeing something, and something passed through her eyes. "I cannot talk about this right now... Their coming." She crossed her arms behind her back, her elbows almost flipping backward. "I have things to take care of. Would you mind watching over Turnip again? I cannot afford to lose him again." She ran out the door, toward the castle. The moon was almost at it's peak, the perfect time to sneak to her room and leave notes. She snuck to the door when she heard sounds coming from the training courters. Her heart skipped a beat, she let out a gasp. She fingered the door handle through the dark. Gah, I wish I could see out here at this time of night...

Neyrii nodded, but trilled under her breath. "No! Let him go! He is nice. Stop following me, will you?" She shook her head as the guards left. "People pleasers. You may want to leave before the mob comes, as for me I need to take care of things." She pulled her cloak over her head, becoming invisible. Partly form the dark. She crept into her room and placed a note on her door, and left one on the castle gates. She stepped out, to find a guard absently standing infront of her. She pulled the cloak off and stabbed him with a dagger. "Sorry David." She flung a paper onto him, passing him to the heavens. She took another quick look around, then made for the gates. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her, instead of reminding her to put her hood back on.

Neyrii was just about at her wits end. "I- I don't know how to help you! I just can't!" She backed against the wall, a bit afraid of this. It was way worse then her assigned marriage in June. Way worse. She became a hawk and flew to a pillar on the castle, landing as a human. A large, blue, bubble-like sphere opened around her. A forcefeild. She held her knees close to her, blue eyes streaming.

Neyrii did as she was told, a fright much more intense than when she first saw Volkenagrim. Her forcefeild apparently wasn't working, and she desperately tried to figure it out. She climbed down the wall, and ran to a different mountain than which she hid on.