He is surprising, to say the least. Despite having surprised her with his mere approach due to her own worry the very look of him is enough to give her pause. That he would look so like the Angel kind himself, it was more than enough to give her pause. She knew he could not be a the old king’s son, for to bear children at his age would have been a miracle, but she knows whose blood runs in his veins even before he lists out his lineage for her. Responding in kind she is pleased when he is so quick to recognize her own branch of their rather large family tree. This one had done his studies it seemed. “Yes, he is my younger brother,” she put a special kind of emphasis on the fact that she was his elder if by only a few minutes. When it came to hierarchy and rights to claim every second counted, though where Solaris is concerned she doubted he would have troubled her if he had come first. Her brother never did care for the throne, a good thing where their relationship was concerned.

At her vehement inquiries he seemed a bit concerned by her lack of knowledge, but news of Moladion didn’t travel far from its borders and to the rest of the world even the affairs of Angels meant little. With his preparation of giving her the details of what, exactly, had taken place she settled in herself. He started in on his tale and at his mention of keeping it brief she couldn’t quite hold in the undignified snort that left her, trying to turn it into something of a sneeze as she gestured for him to continue. Her blood had a tendency to be long winded alongside a flair for the dramatic, and if one of them could tell a ‘brief’ story she would be thoroughly impressed. The amused smile on her face does not last long as the story begins, intrigued as to what great crime could have been committed and as he describe it confusion clouds her gaze, searching for the heinous actions which she had surely missed. In the moments after his pause she waits, captivated exactly as he had wanted and eager to hear the next part of the story in which part surely someone had attacked the other or some such. “And...?” she finally asked with a touch of exasperation, quickly learning just how good the young Hyrule was at getting the reactions he wanted out of others.

When he continued, explaining how affronted this Covet was that wardens of Diveen dare ask what his intentions were, all she could do was shake her large, dark head with disbelief complete with a roll of her dual colored eyes. The extent of stupidity in the world was truly astounding at times. Luckily for the both of them he continued on with the rest of the story with little ado, and she had to admit that she admired his story telling abilities. He painted a picture that was both easy to understand and yet detailed enough that she was not wanting for more information. Solara was not one to wear her emotions on her sleeve, but as such an unbelievable tale progressed even she found her brows knitting in concern, the dark hackles across her shoulders standing up ever so slightly that such a move had been made against her family. Unseen, however, are the tinges of guilt that niggled at the back of her mind, the fact that she was not here to stand as a shield for her family when they needed her most. Never mind that, though, she was here now and those who came against her would rue the day.

As he proceeded to what happened after the removal of their family, that their cousin Ambrosia had brokered some kind of deal with the devil she felt an odd mixture of surprise, betrayal, and anger that she had to force down lest she do something she might regret. Angels do not bow, our law does not bend and the lines of succession are clear. All these things Ambrosia should have known, why then would she agree to such a thing? Mentally she blamed her uncle Azrael, no doubt he had been more concerned with proper hair styling techniques than teaching his daughter proper things. Achilles arrived just as the story was winding to a close, true to her expectations it had not been brief but she found that she appreciated the detail for they would not doubt be beneficial in the future. “Yes, it is a dark day indeed when the strangers seek to destroy the hard work of others for no other reason, it seems, than that they are bored. Sounds like he needs a good shake by his scuff as any whining child,” she states, her violet and golden eyes flicking to Hyrule after Achilles’ own comments in regards to his mental stability.

Clearly if he was in his full mental faculties then he simply lacked an understanding of their ways. It was hard for most to grasp, especially those who were not quite as bright as Angels tended to be, but their laws were beyond absolute. It was not a matter of denying what ‘peace’ he imaged he had created, or rejecting their own blood but the crown could only be moved in two specific ways. That was all they would recognize as they had now for generations. At her brother’s questions she turns back to him, “Yes, I have walked lands other than my home for too long. I will stay and fight for our family as our father did before. The true question is, dear brother, what do you intend to do?” She returned his own term of endearment with just a bit more sarcastic inflection than might had been necessary or called for when talking to a ‘king’, but he had been her brother first and fore most and someone needed to keep him in check.