Myla had been restless as of late. Even picking up the training with Hiram again (no matter how brutal) had been enough to stir whatever part of her power that craved to devour more. It made her sleep habits quite awful and when that happened... she became rather testy and had a certain bite with her words that was more than her usual. While she didn't have the title of 'queen' anymore, it didn't affect how she had acted and treated people. Why should it? When she was one of the most powerful Eldouir's around.

But she happened to be outside, after having swept through the outside of the estate and heard the little volley of words between an unexpected visitor and one of the guards outside. Myla slowed, her steps silent as she watched and watched as the Dresmondi seemed to bow their way to the others and yet her words didn't sound... "Genuine apologies seem to not be a thing for you, huh?" She spoke up, lowering her hood and that vivid red hair flashed in the winter wonderland around them.

"What is your business here?" She asked, not waiting for the other to say much of anything else.

Ma'am-- Queen.

Myla wouldn't correct her, as far as she was concerned, she was far more a queen than the others that lounged within the Eldouir estate. She was a warrior queen yes, but that held a lot more weight if you asked her. At least she had done something then go around and terrorize little Dresmondi's who were already bending to their will as easily as they did now a days.

"No Dresmondi in their right might would want to trespass here." she tsked, clicking her tongue slightly as she glanced between the two and the gate. "What do they call you two?" She asked, suddenly lifting her hand to pick out an invisible piece of dirt from under her nails.

”Ember and Aydin.” Myla tried them out, like she might actually remember their names. It wasn’t like she wasn’t good with names, years of having to adapt and know those of power and importance in Lorendale had taught her to be mindful of remembering them. For you never know when you might need such a person for a particular task.

The same went for here in Dresmond. Eirwen had been someone of use at one point, though it seems the moment Myla no longer wore the title of Queen she had been forgotten about. Not that it mattered now, Myla had found herself liking being free of the crown. “What is Ember’s element?” Her eyes flicking to the dyr, turning almost her full attention to it.

It could have been a lie, Myla wouldn't put it past any of the Dresmondi to lie their way through any interaction with the Eldouir's at this point. Especially one so adamant about not wanting to be near or by the estate or the occupants within. A small laugh left the redhead, "You already said that. Relax," she made a motion for Aydin to join her as she started walking away from the estate and towards where other Dresmondi gathered. "And I have little patience for those who find the need to continue to repeat themselves." She added, glancing back towards the two. "What had you so wrapped in your thoughts to not realize you had strayed so close?"