The two guards at the entrance of the Keep looked at each other as the woman approached and requested an audience with Remiel, "Miss this is usually a by appointment only entry, I'll go see if Lord Allemeade is ava-," the large door began to open in the center of the large wooden door, splitting the 'A' in half, and leading a horse was none other than Remiel Allemeade.

His blue eyes passed over the woman and to the guards as he nodded to them, "I'm heading to Loren, whose this? How can we help you miss...?"

Everyone looked at her, then back at Remiel who was looking at her, then the guards, all of who were looking back at her. Remiel let go of the horses reigns and with his hands on his hips he looks the woman claiming to be an Allemeade over thoroughly. It wasn't sexual in nature but besides Bryce, Honora, Luna, and that one dick head Remiel had never saw another living breathing Allemeade. She had the hair. The eyes.

"I'm going into Loren for a day or so, you'll have to explain either when I get back or you can come with me and...and you'll have to fill me in miss...uh...Lady Mysie," Remi finally spoke and the guards kindly excused themselves, "I'm sorry if this isn't the reaction...you expected...not many of us left, and I gotta know for sure, tell me your story..."

Remi lead the horse down the road toward Loren, "I..I don't know your Father," he admitted and that's because after the Gifted Wars the Allemeades were either hunted to near extinction, others went hiding, and the rest did as his Uncle Marek and Father did which was be taken in by a family and becoming that family.

He'd look into it though, surely there were records of the family kept.

"Well there ain't many of us left, Nolan Rainecourt-Carrows saw to that, I got one dead sister and the other is gone...missing...," Remiel explained, he wasn't very bubbly not like she was, Remi didn't have it really to share probably wouldn't for sometime, "...can I ask why after all this time you've come now? Looking for the Allemeades?"

"Yeah...yeah we'll see, it'd be nice," Remiel half said, he was finding himself retreating inside his head these days, "A lot is happening, um where are you going to be staying? Are you registered? Your family?"

Remiel understood not wanting to be like ones Father, per say, Remiel didn't want to be like his Father nor pursue that man's life...abandon his family.

But he should advise her that no one should be like him either.

"For years, every Gifted that comes to the Keep to live or work have to be, I'm trying to start a school so we can teach others like us how to use our Gifts and how to control them," Remi explained as he looked at her with his last good eye, "So what is it that you do? Your Gift?"

"It is something to work on," Remi replied honestly, "But yes a school so Gifteds can learn to control their Gifts and create a safe environment for our kind but also the non-gifted as well."

As soon as she asked what his Gift was the path beneath them began to overgrow with various flowers, the trees above sprouted strong leaves that were slowly dying as the seasons faded closer to colder days. The trees themselves moved straightening and perhaps growing taller, definitely more branches that bit into what little sunlight had managed to get through.

"I can control about anything that's a plant or tree, grow and manipulate multiple aspects of all plant life," Remiel explained, "and that's just the basics, I can do a lot and I can control my gift without exhaustion or risk...but I can be dangerous," he warned her casually, "The more you cone around the more you'll see..."