"Yes I know." He tipped his nose up, making some triumphant face that doesn't fit for a moment, then giving an even while when he looked back doen at her. Trying his best to be charismatic, of course, he was living in her house and it would be a shame if she smothered him in the night.

His attention was caught further as she called him down, some mistrusting look before he complied. He crepted backwards a foot or two and then stood up and followd the branch. He reached out and swung down, rolling to break the fall. He came up on his feet and walked over, hands on his hips.

Ariadne watched her company skeptically as he came down, narrowing her eyes as he approached. She mirrored his position, hands on her hips as he stood in front of her. Her movement was quick, and she kicked him, not so gently, in the shin as if it were a normal gesture. "Don't ever surprise me. And don't make another comment on my legs." She huffed, turning and stalking to the tree he had come from. She leaned her back against it, watching him warily from afar.

Some kind of yelp came out of him before he could stop it, wanting to retaliate with anger but all he managed to do was hobble a foot away and then fall down on his hand and knee, the other one holding the bruise. "..ow." He huffed without note of pain. He sat down and clutched his shin. He pursed his lips. "Can I comment on the rest of you? Cause you do look nice." Absolutely he was attempting to charm himself back on her good side. One that would include less shin kicking.

Ariadne rolled her eyes at his painless comment, looking up through the canopy above her at the light streaming between the leaves. She brought her gaze back down to him dully at his attempt at flattery, raising an eyebrow in amused disdain. "Nice try, but you'll have to try harder than that." She chuckled, leaning back on the tree a little harder. She went back to observe the sky, worrying at her bottom lip with her teeth. What was she going to do now? She couldn't just leave him, could she? Or, she could always order him to leave her. But foreign relations were important, and being amiable was essential for that. She had already assaulted him.

The elf smirked slightly as he pulled up his pant leg to see if it looked as bad as it felt. "Worth a try." He blinked innocently, pulling the linen down again. He arranged himself to stand easily and watched her, hands in his hair for a moment as he pulled a leaf out from his messier now hair. Absently humming as he dropped it and turned back to her. He squinted st her, deciding she would be the one to talk first. The fact that she had ..literally kickdd him hadn't completely crossed his mind, all that changed was he was skightly more competitive about her.

Ariadne watched him without a pang of remorse or regret as he tugged his pant leg up, already devising a method of escape. She closed her eyes for a moment, but they snapped open was more when she heard a snatch of a familiar tune. She watched him in puzzlement, trying to place the melody in her brain. She went luckless. She took in a breath, figuring she wouldn't worry herself with such a small matter. She was the high princess of a world power, she didn't have time to delegate to a slightly annoying woodelf. She curtsied to him sarcastically. "I'm afraid I'll be going to find that solitude I was after now. I'll see you at dinner." She said adruptly, turning and making her way not back toward the manor, but parallel to it.

He shrugged as she presented an out. It wasn't like they had any conversation to start, only vaguely aware of how incredibly awkward it was that he was just staring at her. "Have fun I think. See you at dinner." He looked around for a moment, deciding to bow as she moved away, he came very close to curtsying right back- BUT he didn't. He stole a glanceat her as she walked off, biting his lip as he thought through everything. And then walking in the opposite direction.

It was hours later when Ariadne dragged herself to her room, in secret, to change into dinner attire. She brushed her hair out and let a servant pin it into a simple, elegant bun. After, she slid into a velvet, navy blue dress. It was dressed up with Pearl's and a few gems by the neckline, otherwise straight, hanging velvet. After all was said and done, she made her way to the dining room, if it could be called that, while a servant fetched the two guests for dinner.

The elves popped out of their rooms in less fancy attire. Larach still wore a poncho but it was grey-brown. The younger man wore the same black pants as before but now he wore a red shirt with some ruffled on the neckline. He kept the sleeves rolled down, the mansion was drafty.

They followed the servants to the dining hall. The taller of the group was glancing around, taking in the sights before he sat down. Bowing first. Beside the elder, he made no eye contact again.

L "Amazingly clean as ever." The more important elf commended.

Ariadne was at the seat immiediately to the right of her mother, who was at the head of the table, and across from her father. Larach was seated at the opposite head, Vance to his left and his delegation member to the right. (So starting at the head in a clockwise fashion: Duchess, Duke, Leafling, Larach, Vance, Ariadne). Both Ariadne and Vance bowed their heads in respect as Larach entered and took his seat, but said nothing.

Ariadne kept her gaze coolly on anything but her mysterious Leafling, only just then realizing she still had no name for the elf. Oh, well. She wouldn't see him after tomorrow anyway. With that comforting thought in mind, she kept a pleasant expression as the adults spoke through various political small talk themes. What vampirian culture was like versus what it was like in elvin culture, things like that. Comparisons. She pitched in infrequently, less so than she usually did, but enough. Through the dull conversation, she was pondering the small bit of melody floating through her head. It was so familiar, she just couldn't place it. Her brain was rewinding just about every musical composition she had ever heard, Elvin and otherwise, when the first course came out. It was a fresh Epirian salad, consisting of a deep purple leafy plant, pomegranate seeds, and a few other dark but vividly colored exotic additions. She ate it without particular interest, just short of picking at it. She was, at that point, more interested in the wine in her glass and leaving as soon as possible.