Unimpressed eyes would carefully watch the battle, while she respected the skill both Earthica and Luthra warriors had, she knew the entire tournament had been rigged. How easily the Kingdoms had fallen to the ploy, sending their greatest warriors out into an arena to be battered and bruised. Exodus wouldn't dare send their best into such a mess, it was a reckless move. Risking the well-being of their warriors was not something Exodus would do unless it were entirely necessary. Aamaya heaved a disinterested sigh, the fighting was blasé, she could never wrap her head around the amusement it brought people. What was so intriguing about men and women throwing themselves at one another? Nothing, that's what. It was senseless violence for the sake of entertainment. It injured good warriors, used up resources, and wore the medical staff down.
The sudden presence of another would catch Aamaya's attention, her eyes shifting to follow the Primfira Princess's figure as she offered a respectable curtsy and then sat herself beside the Exodus Princess. She would smile briskly, examining the other princess quietly while spoke. The woman was beautiful, Aamaya had met Andorian people many times, the Kingdom of Primfira no stranger to Exodus. The two Kingdom's often traded, the higher-ups meeting regularly to discuss finances and things alike. Aamaya had traveled to Primfira countless times, often hooded and disguised from her title, but there nonetheless. She however, had never met Valeri, her vibrant personality sparking an interest in Aamaya. "Don't worry, sit there all you'd like Princess Valeri... I too have been awaiting our meeting one another. I have heard many things about you." The serpentine tongue the girl possessed would glide across her top teeth, head tilting curiously in Valeri's direction. "Fear of blood you say? Mmm... I do understand." Aamaya faked a empathetic pout before lifting the newly poured flute of alcohol she had been served, to her poised lips. The liquid began clear, spirals of deeply hued red trickling through the previously transparent drink, now tainted. After the small sip, Aamaya would look to the other Princess once more. "I don't mind blood, I rather like it actually... It's oddly beautiful, how it can be so hot within a body and so refreshingly cold when out. But the best form of the liquid is when it's on the skin... The wonders that crimson can do." The lithe brunette would grin now, obviously exaggerating in order to get under the other woman's skin.
The commotion within the arena would draw Aamaya in, watching as a Thanatos warrior stumbled out, blood pooling at his boot clad feet. Aamaya would emit a "tsk" while shaking her head, swiftly moving to a stand. "Injuries of that nature are strictly forbidden... I must apologize Princess Valeri, I have to cut this short and see what caused this. Maybe I will give the guests the show of a beheading tonight as well." A giggle would follow her harsh words, her humor clearly of dark decent. Without another word Aamaya would saunter off out of the royal's area within the stands. She would not confront her parents, if she were to become a Queen, rushing to these sorts of situations was crucial. Aamaya would be escorted by a handful of guards, each armed and ready to protect the woman with their lives. She would soon find her way through corridors, ending up on the other side of the arena and eventually in the infirmary. Aamaya examined the wounds sustained to the men being tended to, her expression indifferent and unwavering. Her eyes would scan over faces before landing upon the man who had been dragged out in poor condition, eyeing the wound that was to blame for the mess of red. He was unconscious, of no use to her in gathering information. But maybe whoever had worked on him had seen him before he had blacked out, possibly hearing a pivotal clue that would lead to who stabbed the man.
Aamaya knew her cousin would be one of the main healers for the tournament, she would question the others but they were of no help. Too busy relocating bones or icing bruises. The Princess would soon move on from the infirmary, making her way to the last seen location of her cousin, receiving the information from an injured healer. Aamaya motioned for the guards to stop, standing in front of the elegant doors that led into the spa. "Stay, I'll only be a short while." The words were stern, no other instruction given before delicate hands embraced the doors, pushing them open while sliding into the room, allowing the doors to seal once she had entered. The girl would find her cousin promptly, the woman cleansing herself of stranger blood. Clearing her throat, she would speak, "You're lucky no warriors have found their way in here quite yet cousin, bathing nude among men is dangerous, especially for a woman of your title and relevance." Aamaya stood straight, arms laid against her front, hands intertwining as she spoke. Her eyes would wander around the room, glancing at the architecture absentmindedly. She could hear the sniffles being emitted from Thyrri, exhaling sympathetically. "I will bother you only briefly Thyrri, I ask if you have any knowledge of who hurt that Thanatos man? I clearly stated fatal injuries would lead to a prosecution and the possibility of execution... No matter that mans race nor Kingdom, I will oblige." Aamaya would move towards her cousin, lifting a fresh towel from a nearby shelf, presenting it to Thyrri while speaking. Now that the two were closer, Aamaya could see the pure unrest and perturb expression plastering Thyrri's features. "Are you alright cousin..? You look unwell... I know we don't always see eye to eye, I know you are not very fond of our Kingdom and its customs, but you do know you can trust me? If something is wrong, you can speak to me..." Aamaya's normally sophisticated and straightforward facade faltering, a nurturing, sincere and almost motherly tone overwhelming her previous persona. An earnest mien about her, she shifted her posture, the foregoing tenseness her body held now dissipating.
The sudden presence of another would catch Aamaya's attention, her eyes shifting to follow the Primfira Princess's figure as she offered a respectable curtsy and then sat herself beside the Exodus Princess. She would smile briskly, examining the other princess quietly while spoke. The woman was beautiful, Aamaya had met Andorian people many times, the Kingdom of Primfira no stranger to Exodus. The two Kingdom's often traded, the higher-ups meeting regularly to discuss finances and things alike. Aamaya had traveled to Primfira countless times, often hooded and disguised from her title, but there nonetheless. She however, had never met Valeri, her vibrant personality sparking an interest in Aamaya. "Don't worry, sit there all you'd like Princess Valeri... I too have been awaiting our meeting one another. I have heard many things about you." The serpentine tongue the girl possessed would glide across her top teeth, head tilting curiously in Valeri's direction. "Fear of blood you say? Mmm... I do understand." Aamaya faked a empathetic pout before lifting the newly poured flute of alcohol she had been served, to her poised lips. The liquid began clear, spirals of deeply hued red trickling through the previously transparent drink, now tainted. After the small sip, Aamaya would look to the other Princess once more. "I don't mind blood, I rather like it actually... It's oddly beautiful, how it can be so hot within a body and so refreshingly cold when out. But the best form of the liquid is when it's on the skin... The wonders that crimson can do." The lithe brunette would grin now, obviously exaggerating in order to get under the other woman's skin.
The commotion within the arena would draw Aamaya in, watching as a Thanatos warrior stumbled out, blood pooling at his boot clad feet. Aamaya would emit a "tsk" while shaking her head, swiftly moving to a stand. "Injuries of that nature are strictly forbidden... I must apologize Princess Valeri, I have to cut this short and see what caused this. Maybe I will give the guests the show of a beheading tonight as well." A giggle would follow her harsh words, her humor clearly of dark decent. Without another word Aamaya would saunter off out of the royal's area within the stands. She would not confront her parents, if she were to become a Queen, rushing to these sorts of situations was crucial. Aamaya would be escorted by a handful of guards, each armed and ready to protect the woman with their lives. She would soon find her way through corridors, ending up on the other side of the arena and eventually in the infirmary. Aamaya examined the wounds sustained to the men being tended to, her expression indifferent and unwavering. Her eyes would scan over faces before landing upon the man who had been dragged out in poor condition, eyeing the wound that was to blame for the mess of red. He was unconscious, of no use to her in gathering information. But maybe whoever had worked on him had seen him before he had blacked out, possibly hearing a pivotal clue that would lead to who stabbed the man.
Aamaya knew her cousin would be one of the main healers for the tournament, she would question the others but they were of no help. Too busy relocating bones or icing bruises. The Princess would soon move on from the infirmary, making her way to the last seen location of her cousin, receiving the information from an injured healer. Aamaya motioned for the guards to stop, standing in front of the elegant doors that led into the spa. "Stay, I'll only be a short while." The words were stern, no other instruction given before delicate hands embraced the doors, pushing them open while sliding into the room, allowing the doors to seal once she had entered. The girl would find her cousin promptly, the woman cleansing herself of stranger blood. Clearing her throat, she would speak, "You're lucky no warriors have found their way in here quite yet cousin, bathing nude among men is dangerous, especially for a woman of your title and relevance." Aamaya stood straight, arms laid against her front, hands intertwining as she spoke. Her eyes would wander around the room, glancing at the architecture absentmindedly. She could hear the sniffles being emitted from Thyrri, exhaling sympathetically. "I will bother you only briefly Thyrri, I ask if you have any knowledge of who hurt that Thanatos man? I clearly stated fatal injuries would lead to a prosecution and the possibility of execution... No matter that mans race nor Kingdom, I will oblige." Aamaya would move towards her cousin, lifting a fresh towel from a nearby shelf, presenting it to Thyrri while speaking. Now that the two were closer, Aamaya could see the pure unrest and perturb expression plastering Thyrri's features. "Are you alright cousin..? You look unwell... I know we don't always see eye to eye, I know you are not very fond of our Kingdom and its customs, but you do know you can trust me? If something is wrong, you can speak to me..." Aamaya's normally sophisticated and straightforward facade faltering, a nurturing, sincere and almost motherly tone overwhelming her previous persona. An earnest mien about her, she shifted her posture, the foregoing tenseness her body held now dissipating.
