She would be a poor captor if she did not keep a close eye upon her captive. He would be correct in assuming the worst should he so choose to step beyond the bounds of his prison without her permission. Still, she is not a cruel jailor. She had allowed him the freedom of the kingdom, had left him largely to his own devices after the spectacular display at the gladiator ring. She had no need nor desire to harm him, after all. He is here simply to prove a point, and so long as he remains, the point is made.
Still, these are things she had not deigned to tell him, though she is certain it would come out soon enough. Besides, she has grown rather weary of this particular game, and he has come quite close to completing his purpose here. All that is left is to share such good news with her brooding captive.
He is simple enough to find, even had the powerful gust of wind not given him away. Most of Nerine knew his purpose here, so even had she lost sight of him, it would have been an easy matter to rectify. But she is not so without her own prowess that she would lose track of one measly captive. Even one who could fly, or nearly so (she had done a fair amount of damage to his feathers, but those would surely be growing out soon enough).
Finding her way to the cliff, she eases her way beside him, settling her slim frame as her crystalline gaze focuses on the expansive view of the sea. It is glorious up here, the rippling water stunning beneath the falling sun, framed by endless beaches of soft, pale sand. The wind slips long her sleek roan coat, snagging dark tresses in its volatile fingers and tossing them into wild dances. She pays little mind to it though, whether real or artificial. She has more pressing concerns.
Shifting her blue gaze to find his darkly brooding features, she considers him for a long moment before saying simply, “They miss you, you know.” She is no mind reader, but it would not take one to see where his thoughts had gone. And even if she had missed the mark, it is as good a way as any to begin a conversation. Or at least, the particular conversation she has in mind.
