Elena's blood coursed with adrenaline and joy as they began their flight into the place they had always really called home, the place where they had been born and where they had began their reputation that now caused people to cower at the mere mention of their name. She couldn't wait to see it again! They talked about people they might be able to sneak seeing, food they wanted to eat, and where they might be able to stay without being noticed.

As Myla began to apply the dye to her hair, Elena helped, making sure that nothing was missed, especially the impossible to see pieces at the very back. But when Myla was ready to help Elena do the same, the Queen gave her a little smirk of a smile.

"Actually..." she began, with a hint of news to share in her voice. "Watch this." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had begun practicing this in her room and it was getting easier and easier.

As Myla watched Elena's red hair would slowly begin to turn a pale blonde, starting at the roots and trickling down until it reached the ends of her long, curly hair. After another couple of seconds, the curls had all slowly unwound themselves until her hair was stick straight. With another deep breath, all of the freckles on her skin began to fade as well.

Finally opening her eyes with a sparkling smile she opened her arms and spun around in a little circle as she giggled. "Cool, right!?"

Myla stood with still hands as she stared at Elena, almost baffled on why she was potentially fighting her on this. Red head would be a dead give away. The point of this was to cause a bit of mischief, go unnoticed, and then face whatever wrath of the Eldouir’s (well they both knew really Hiram) would be awaiting them in Elderskeep. So her head tilted just slightly before she watched Elena transform right before her eyes.

Those hazels widening just a touch, watching her cousin spin and show off apparently a new talent. It seemed everyone was picking them up lately. She could’ve commented on the fact that it was, in fact, a cool development. But leave it to Myla: “You look like a canary. You could’ve picked a better color.” She went over and sat in a corner, knowing she’d only need to let it sit for a few minutes because it was not supposed to dye hair but clothing.

“Is there somewhere you want to start first, Queen Elena?” She asked, her lips quirked in an amused way.

A canary?! With a stubborn frown in being compared to an Allemeade, because she was well aware of Myla’s nickname for Bryce in particular, she shook out her hair while following Myla to the corner and it changed from blonde to the darkest shade of black. It made her already light complexion look rather pale.

Her smile returned at the question though she ignored the way Myla emphasized her title. “I wouldn’t mind visiting some old…flings,” she admitted with a smirk. “What about you? Anyone you want to try to see?” She asked with an eager look.

Myla let out a laugh of pure delight. “By all means, Elena. If you wanted to be blonde, do so. But just know I’ll call you a canary the whole time.” She reached up, twirling a dark black piece of hair between her fingers. Elena had always been more pale than herself, so she gave it a small tug. “You’d be better suited as a brunette.” She said after a moment.

Brows popped up on her head, but the curl of her lips said she was far from upset or surprised. “Flings? Well well well, who’s tired of the Dresmondi?” She teased, flicking off a piece of dirt from her armor. They’d have to change… so she stood and started rummaging around in the dye shop. Surely they had clothing here. Not to the standards they’d want, by any means, but it’d have to make due. Better than arriving in battle armor and drawing attention.

When the question was turned on her, she knew her answer. Who she’d want to see, if the poor bastard was still alive and kicking, but she shrugged instead. “I want to shake things up a little. Remind Lorendale that they are only left to be as they are because we wish it to be. That if we wanted, we could wreck all of Loren.” She yanked out some skirts she found, tossing them on a chair she once occupied for Elena to make her pick. “Maybe remind those royals how truly weak they are.”

Elena crinkled her nose in a playful sneer as Myla disapproved of the new hair color as well. She stubbornly didn't change it this time but moved to quickly peck Myla's cheek instead. She laughed though as Myla teased her about the Dresmondi. "Aren't we all?" she half joked. She knew several of them were getting bored of their place in Dresmond and the company they kept there. Sure, she'd met a handful who she enjoyed to some extent, but they could never compared to a Lorendaler.

Her eyes lit up with a mischievous fire as Myla talked about an entirely different kind of goal. If she could have grown little devil horns then she would have in that moment. She stood up and picked out a dusty blue skirt. It was pretty enough but wouldn't make her stand out, which was kind of the point she supposed. Still, if she had a chance to change into something more elegant then she'd take it.

"And how do you intend to do that? Do you want to reveal who you really are at some point so they know exactly the kind of threat they still face?" she asked, looking absolutely thrilled by this idea.

A laugh, one that made her head tilt back as she barked it towards the sky, came out of her as she busied herself with finding an outfit as well. “Yes well…” she had grown tired of the Dresmondi quickly. Too many extra set of eyes to watch her to make her relax enough to actually enjoy anyone in such a sense. So she had stuck to ole faithful in the ways of the Eldouir’s.

As Elena got ready to change, Myla was washing her hair out. Using her gift once again as a barrier between her skin and hair as she washed it all out and then used a cloth to dry her now raven locks as much as she could. “I’m not sure yet,” she mused, piling her hair in a simple twist on her head. “I have a stop to make first before I know exactly where I want to stir things up. A certain farm.” She shot Elena a small side eye.

She was probably the only one who knew more about Myla and Remiel than anyone else. But how deeply? Not exactly. Unless the Allemeade had said something to her on his own, Myla had kept it close to her chest. “Intel and all.” She grinned.

Oh how she adored Myla. It really was a shame that Hiram had booted her from her position as Queen. It had been much more fun with Myla at her side than with Adeline, not that she had anything particular against Adeline of course. But still, Myla was her girl and she was just so happy to get to spend this time with her, regardless of what came out of it.

A small smile crooked up one corner of Elena's lips when Myla mentioned she had a stop she wanted to make. She didn't know a ton, but she knew enough to know that she wanted to visit Remiel. She flashed back to the one afternoon she'd spent with the Allemeade and the fun they had had but it was really not anything more than a one time roll in the hay. She was glad her bestie was getting to go and say hello. She intended to do the same once they got closer to the inside of the city.

"Intel, right. Very smart," she said though of course didn't hide the hint of a tease in her voice. Still, better Remiel than Bryce. Elena had never liked that particular canary. "Let's meet up again after you stop by the farm? We should probably check out Drystan's information about the Scorzas too." This might have sounded like Elena was trying to be responsible and make this trip useful, but she had her own curiosities that she would love to get more information on.

Myla was not the most stunning of the Eldouir family, she had known that from the start. Not like how Elena was, with her sharp features and those freckles that littered her skin. Not like a few others, but she had never let that make her feel like less. Less than a woman or the power that she was. Even now, she didn't try to out shine Elena as they dressed and she finished off her hair.

"You are the first I am returning to, and then we can go try and meet up with the illusive Scorza family. If that's who they really are..." She said, tightening the strings of the dress to get them into place. "I doubt that Drystan is wrong though. It just depends on how much they actually look forward to seeing more of us..." Us meaning Eldouir's.

Elena moved over to Myla and took hold of the strings of the dress that she had just been tightening as, without a word, she started to tie the strings together to finish with the dress. Her delicate fingers didn't even begin to hint at the power that they truly had. Once she was done she turned around and pulled her hair to the side so Myla could help her tie her own new dress as well.

"It'll be interesting at least," she said absently and then shrugged her shoulders. "I'll keep myself busy while you're running your errands and we'll meet up soon," she promised. They wouldn't yet be close enough to Loren for her to go and visit Victor just yet. That would have to wait until after the Scorza's. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Elena, ever the thoughtful, came to assist with lacing her dress. Her hands making quick work as it fit to her form before Myla would turn to help her as well. The two working silently in this way, even as their conversation continued. "Absolutely." She pressed a quick kiss to Elena's cheek, her thumb wiping over the spot as if lipstick would've been left on her skin if she hadn't. A habit really, one that hadn't faded in the years and years they had spent in Dresmond.

"Now, don't go causing too much trouble without me," she smoothed down the back of Elena's dress when she finished tying it. "I'd be awfully upset if you did."

Elena giggled a little at Myla's comment. "I would never," she teased back, turning back to face her with a wink. "I wouldn't want you to miss the fun." She smirked and they made their way out the door, their disguises fully in place. "Now, you go have some of your own fun and I'll see you soon." She smacked her hand playfully on Myla's rear to encourage her to go ahead and leave.