Blinking a few times, Vayle surveyed her surroundings, turning her head slowly from side to side. the energy She felt here was... interesting. She couldn't much make heads or tails of the ki, save that it was far below her own, and yet...

For most, such 'good-feeling', ki would almost feel divine to an extent. but something muddled this feeling, as though there was something hiding under that goodly sheen. The energy she felt from whoever this was was both considerable and interesting. Which made the being in question worth both consideration and interest.

It only took Vayle a moment to find the energy in question, and Vayle would round a soft corner where there was no corner, slowly striding towards the knight from an open plain. "I see. An armored knight wielding gear ancient even by my standards. And yet also bearing trinkets of Crimson and gold. Quite a striking contrast." Vayle adds with a smirk and a relaxed tap on her thigh. "And this strange presence, this Paladin with a secret, he stands before me as though to judge my very existence... Hail and well met, as the archaic saying goes." Vayle adds with a smirk. "You seem ready for battle. It's both unnecessary, and, if I'm to be honest, useless. Sit, tell me more about myself. You've piqued my interest..." Vayle would add with a smirk. The power she allowed to ooze forth was aberrant, but controlled. Malicious, but contained. Vayle herself, however, was completely relaxed, with her guard completely down, and a smile that wouldn't be out of place in a chat with an old friend.

"Your name?"

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Vayle blinked a few moments, seeming to prefer to survey the landscape over answering the knight's question. "Lost? Perhaps." The woman responded, looking to the sky. "And yet, I don't mind existing where I am at this moment. Can a wanderer truly by lost, until they are no more a wanderer?" Vayle asked with an honest smile. A pause would emanate for a few moments before she decided to continue the conversation, instead focusing only a small bit of ki on the grass below her, a clump of grass growing a few day's worth in response to the small gift of life energy.

Vayle chose to sit on that tuft of grass, allowing her hands to fall by her side as she did so. "When I choose to go somewhere, Sir Nickle Gallius, so I shall be. As I've left the bonds of mortal considerations behind, so too have I left the mortal consideration for space and time elsewhere. Few places will not welcome me with open arms." Vayle added with a sly grin. In truth, she wasn't far off - being able to fold time and space to her every will and whim did indeed end up making it easy to flit from place to place.

"But here I am, flitting from question to question while avoiding the one I should answer first. I am Lord Vayle Cameo." The woman offered. "I accept your welcome happily. Tell me more about yourself."


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"Well now, that's my line." Vayle added with a chuckle. "I don't think I've heard quite that dialect outside of archeological linguistics studies. Not as myself, at least." Vayle added, before letting the Armored knight continue.

As Sir Gallius continued, Vayle patiently waited, listening to his story. It was... quaint. something she'd hear from a storybook. but this man was, himself, something Vayle would guess came from a storybook were she not able to see him standing in front of her, clad in antiquated armor with equally antiquated speech.

But antiquated did not mean useless, by any means.

At that last statement, though, before answering his question, Vayle took a deep breath, sighed, and smiled. "Something that might be for the best, might still be tragic. A mortal's only duty is to move forward, while taking what they can from the past. Many actions that must occur, that need to occur, may yet still create sadness for what the action takes away. Even the most wretched sinner has something worth mourning hidden within them." Vayle continued with a soft smile. "Many necessary sacrifices I have made to get where I am, and yet, I carry the pain with me nonetheless. It's useful - to prick me to my own duties." Vayle adds.

"But enough on that. You've asked a question, and I've self-righteously allowed myself to deluge you with philosophy before bothering to entertain an answer."

Vayle smirked. "Your friend is correct. I am indeed unnatural. A paradox of a being that should never have been. Your interesting little acquaintance is correct. Still, an upstairs acquaintance is hardly natural either, not where I've come from." Vayle shrugged. "Does the predictability, the place of my existence afford me different rights on this land, Sir Gallius?" Vayle asked with a brief smile. "I've caused no trouble to this land or it's people, and my business is simply to enjoy the beauty of this planet. I'd hope I'm not bringing trouble simply due to being unnatural.."

Vayle gave a long, exaggerated shrug, before placing a hand on her hip, looking the knight up and down as she let her head tilt slightly to the side.

"I am a... pilgrim, if you will." Vayle added. "Recently, I was forced to make a life-changing decision. something that's changed the very core of who I am, what I am." Vayle added. "Deciding where to go from here, I've decided to go on a journey of sorts, visit those places that interest me, and decide on my role in this universe from there. Simple enough."

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Vayle would grin, before heading off in her own effortless, weightless flight. Small, purple lights fell from her like dust from a moth's wings as she travelled besides the strange knight on his golden horse.

Sir Gallius was everything a god would want, Vayle supposed. Powerful, Enthusiastic, loyal to his calling above all else...

"I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to call this place home. My fate is never to tarry long. Still... this place is almost hilariously nice. It would be good to have a bit of a respite in a place so peaceful I won't see it's equal for another millenia." Vayle quipped with a grin.

At the mention of council chambers, Vayle quirked an eyebrow. "I take it the council is less judgemental than that friend hiding inside your aura?" Vayle asked with a sly look. "...You know, I'm quite unhurried on my stay here." Vayle would add. "After the meeting, what task might I undertake for this little realm in exchange for hearing the story about him." Vayle asked, pointing a finger at the top of Gallius's head. "I'm quite a fan of mysteries, after all."

Vayle waited a second, before chuckling. "Not that I plan to put that knowledge to some great purpose, either. I'd just really like to know."

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Vayle considered Gallius's bearing as he went through the meeting. Gallius's meetings with his nobles were both fair and honest, requiring a lot of thought and consideration that were belied by the man's simple way of speaking and living.
Vayle supposed most were like that. in terms of planetary governors. Her own council, certainly, did not get such a treatment. While her counsel was intelligent, well-picked, and sharp, their wishes were ultimately for Shale's own will to follow or ignore, and conflict, while somewhat common, was always resolved by the one person who's law held true meaning: The lord of Utumno herself.

Gallius was competent, certainly, and in a different fashion than Vayle. While she'd started off making comparisons between her own style and this man's, she gave up quickly, helplessly shrugging even as the meeting went on around her. They were simply far too different people, leading far too different worlds, for this to be a helpful or doable attempt at comparison.

Still, the latter end of the discussion, she did understand. Gallius was precisely the man one needed to lead a planet, which was to say, one completely unlikely or unwilling to lead the planet in question. It created an honesty and foresight real politicians often lost, getting so wrapped up in playing the game that they forget the game is merely the wheels to a much larger engine.

"I can understand the frustration. I myself cannot even claim as much. I was born of mud, and into mud I was stubbornly pushed throughout my formative years..." Vayle added with a wistful smile, remembering her upbringing, and her swift visit to the street. "My parents were murdered quickly, so long ago I remember nothing of them. My name meant nothing, my value to others was negligible, and my reason for existence..." Vayle paused for a moment, before helplessly shrugging. "Still, birth often means nothing. Those who walk the path will find the fruits of their labor waiting at the end."

Vayle smirked, before she started to walk with Gallius, allowing him to lead through the castle. Vayle may be able to find her own way, of course, but it was a matter of tact, she remembered, to allow one's host to lead them through their chambers. "But that's enough nostalgia from me. You mentioned the manner of your raising. Tell me more of yourself, and your neighbor. You both seem to come from a rich history."

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