Soft falls of petite feet came to a slow halt as the figure seated upon a steed approached. It was peculiar to the Lady Amalthea to see any on the winding path between the castle on the cliff side and the village which resided far below. Few ever traveled the road that joined the two. King Hagard was not known for his warmth and welcoming nature, preferring the solace such distance granted him. 

	Glistening white hair flickered in the winds as a slender fingers tipped with thin nails grasped the worn cloak to hold it closed against her frail looking form. She stood there, perfectly still observing the new comer. He seemed familiar, like a vision from a time so long ago. Or perhaps it was something about him that reminded her of the dreams that plagued her evenings. Either way, the flash of familiarity was vanquished from her mind as quickly as it had come.

	Ser Carver introduced himself in a genial fashion and she nodded in response but his question caused her thin white brow to arc; a perplexed expression falling over her delicate features, as if she had never considered the possibility of danger or even hour of day before she had left the assumed safety of the Castles walls.

	"Why would it not be?" the Lady Amalthea asked in a willowy voice that caught on the air to be carried to his ears. The hand which did not hold her cloak taunt to her reached up and swept her silken bangs back, tucking the loose strands behind a tiny perched ear lobe. A flash of lilac and violet star marking being shown from behind the bangs for a brief moment.

	Her head tilted to the side as she looked at him, her sea colored eyes, large and deep seemed to take in no light and reflected nothing back as she awaited an answer to her inquiry.