Elena had just come from a rigorous training session in which she'd pushed herself both magically and physically than she had for a while. She would not be left behind when the time came for battle and she certainly wouldn't be among the weakest of the Eldouirs. Not that she ever had considered to be that lowly. Her thick curly hair was pulled up in a high pony tail that bounced as she walked, her skin was beaded with sweat, and her breath was still short as she moved through the halls.

She was lost in her own thoughts when she suddenly was caught of guard by a random shout. 'That's enough!' It startled her, making her already fast beating heart jump up another notch. She saw the small bird fly away from the shouting man and while others skittered away from him, it wasn't hard for Elena to put two and two together. "She say something that pissed you off?" Elena asked casually, looking up to the bird with a little, assuming the gender of the dyr just based of the statistic that they were usually the opposite of their dresmondi.

It was not the first time that a dresmondi had been surprised to come face to her and it surely wouldn't be the last. While her family had a habit of either pushing away of the dresmondi or demanding the world of them, Elena was attempting to try something different. Diplomacy. Fear could only get you so far. Loyalty was a better, more well-earned prize.

He bowed to her and she gave him a nod of acceptance. It had been both weird and incredibly pleasurable to see people bow to her early on, but over time she'd become accustomed to the action. It was formality but typically meant very little unless someone was very specifically trying to get her to notice that they were not going to do so.

"What does that say about you then? Are you also spirited and opinionated?" She was still trying to figure how much dresmondi and dyrs mirrored each other or if they were more likely to be opposites.

It was only these words that told Elena who he was, suddenly striking her memory that Drystan had taken on a dresmondi advisor. It was rare for dresmondi to truly gain the confidence of the Eldouir. Even people as loyal as Eirwen were typically kept at arms length. "You're my uncle's advisor, aren't you?" she asked, though she had put together the answer already. "What is it exactly that you advise him on?" she pressed, withholding her judgement on him until she felt like she could come to a fair conclusion of his character.

Hmm, well that certainly caught her interest. She had been attempting to build bridges herself instead of burning them. She wanted to build connection with the dresmondi rather than walking all over them like many of relatives preferred. It was slow work when it seemed she might be the only one trying. But clearly Drystan was thinking similarly at least if he had hired someone like this man to be his advisor.

"A worthwhile endeavor to be sure. What are your names?" she asked.