Scott barked out a laugh. From the few interactions he had had with Narishian, Flynn was most definitely right that a single toe out of line would instantly be caught by him. He didn't seem to be the kind of person that missed that kind of things, after all. Not omniscient, but... from the few things that Scott knew over the years and from experience, damn close enough to it.

"You're right, from what I've heard about Narishian." Scott grinned, then continued. "But who knows what the royals are thinking these days - I certainly don't. So, who knows how long you'll be here for, I guess." Smiling a bit as he continued, he indicated them to turn left. "Just... don't cause too much trouble on my rounds, okay?" Realizing that might be taken the wrong way, he hurried to add on to it. "I mean, it'll make my rounds more interesting, definitely. And I guess - as a foreign diplomat you might be considered to have immunity. But I don't want to spend my entire day cleaning up halls filled with muddy water like I did last year. Don't ask," he said, grimacing a bit at the memory. "But I'm on shift tomorrow afternoon..." he shook his head a bit, but smiled anyway.

Turning his question to Flynn's other question, he shook his head. "I don't have one. Never found what I was looking for - and honestly, never entirely bothered." He was naught but a castle guard, really. While he may have been a rather successful one at that - it wasn't that he consistently actively tried, or had the chance to, anyway.
"What about you? Do you have a significant other of sorts?" Somehow Scott doubted it, based off what he had felt of Flynn, he wouldn't be the kind to actively find such a thing.

Although she might not have admitted it, the words were literally beginning to blur together for her. Yet even more nonsense about something that might be vaguely close to being magical, like a disappearing toadstool or something stupid - Kayeni wasn't entirely sure what exactly she even wanted to find anymore.

Resultantly, when Nolian said he might have found something that might be remotely relevant, she shut the book she was scanning through, perhaps with more force than she really should have - then again, it made a really satisfying clap sound as she dumped the damned book on the table and looked to her left, reading the text at a slant.

Really, anything was better than sitting in the library going through book after book after book after book and hoping that one of them may provide a clue to the pendant - yet again sitting between Kayeni's collarbones.

"As long as it makes it faster, I'm in for it," Kayeni declared. She knew from past experience that looking in the library for something specific was hard enough when the specific thing was only uncommon. But when it was nearly impossible to find... that made things infinitely worse in the royal Galcolian library, where everything you wanted to know was - as long as you had the patience to find it.

Belatedly, Kayeni realized they had spent quite some time going through books in the library. It was definitely mid-afternoon by now, and - oh crap, she had forgotten to tell Nolian that he had to go to dinner with them.

"How about we tell the librarians that you're taking that book out for the night? Honestly, I'm not going to last much longer combing through the shelves for the right thing, and I only just remembered - " she winced a bit " - that your presence has been... requested... at the dinner table tonight." Her face probably told Nolian exactly what she thought about how it was "requested". Coming with a few rather strong words from her father, it wasn't something they could decline and get away with.

"How does that sound? You can probably look at it after dinner." And her patience for library books was a bit thin at the moment. But she'd listen to Nolian's opinion first.

Kayeni wasn't entirely sure what to reply to that. It was definitely true, Nolian wasn't wrong - he probably needed to get changed into something that her father might have said "benefitted his rank". Then again, Kayeni had to organize it for him. Unless Henry already had done the work for her, that is, and clothing "benefitting his rank" was already hanging in there.

However, both her luck and past Nolian's actions with his clothes told her that was probably not going to be the case. Either they'd be slightly destroyed in some way - be it the cuffs or the hems - or Henry wouldn't have thought to put it there in the first place. So, that meant he'd have to find him something, whether she liked it or not.

It was her job - and technically her punishment, after all.

Sighing, she stood. "I'm not too sure what clothes I can find that can fit you, but the tailor definitely still has your measurements. Maybe he can find something that'll fit." She stood from the table as well, pushing her chair in too. "Would you like to come or would you rather find your guard - " Captain Cyrus, she reminded herself " - and give him your question? I'm not too sure how long it'll take for your message to reach... your father... but the sooner you get started, I guess the sooner it'll reach Faesia." Honestly, she still had trouble connecting the fact that Nolian was, like it or not, part of the Faesian royal family. That meant Narishian was his father. But Kayeni's brain still failed to compute it.

She'd have to get used to it, though. She didn't have much of a choice.

Really... Kayeni might have assumed that. Honestly, she just didn't know what to expect anymore. Nolian bringing stuff that actually was his clothes was - probably news indeed. It wasn't like... hmm, right. Of course the Faesian royals - his surrogate parents - would have figured that out. If Kayeni was recieving diplomats from other countries, she'd have expected no different - Faesia wasn't any different in that matter.

Still, Kayeni didn't expect it.
And about the telepathy thing - for there was no other way to describe it.

... sorry, what? Kayeni had never heard of such a thing - then again, Galcolia wasn't the most magical of kingdoms. But... that just wasn't something she'd heard of.

Then again, it was Narishian. Her own personal experiences and records from their diplomats said enough about him. Case in point - expect that the Faesian queen's consort to be able to do anything at any point of time. Expecially if he felt threatened. And if it involved his new surrogate son... frankly, none of their diplomats - or anyone, for that matter - had any experience or prior knowledge on the matter. Effectively, she was treading in new waters, and... when it came to Narishian, it was best to assume more than what actually was the case than the other way around. Especially since he seemd rather protective of his new surrogate son... she shouldn't have been suprised by the telepathy.

But she was anyway. That didn't change much.

Instead of portraying this, Kayeni simply nodded. "That sounds fine. I'll send word." In fact, she didn't really need to send word - her father had implied that he'd probably be required at the dinner table nonetheless, so preparations would definitely have been made. But she wanted a word with her father anyway - she'd have to go talk to him at some point, and "before dinner" was certainly a good one.

So she walked off in the other direction that Nolian was travelling, back to where her father would doublessly be working through the millions of paperwork he had to do.

Kayeni stood in front of her father, looking up at him on his throne.

"Did it go well?" That was her father's only words to her, before looking back down and squinting quizzically at the paper in front of him. No greeting - nothing had changed at all.

Really, she should have expected this. Considering what was her fault in this mess, it was no suprise.

It still hurt a little bit though.

Banishing the thoughts from her mind, Kayeni replied, as clearly as she could. "Nolian will be attending the dinner, as per your request." Short, formal, a bit detached - Kayeni didn't have to necessarily like it, but that dislike of how she did it at this point was so deeply buried that it never saw the light of day.

Her father didn't comment on it, which was a testament as to how much he really didn't care, now that Nolian was back with them. Kayeni swallowed, painfully aware that she needed to say it now before she lost her nerve.

"Father... may I ask something?" A brief flick of his eyes back from his paper to her. She took that as a yes, and continued on. "It's just... I was wondering if you knew anything about the pendant that I was given? It's just... we really don't know too much of it, or what we're meant to do."

Only now did her father properly look at her, slightly in suprise. "Henry didn't tell you?" Kayeni could only shake her head uncertainly as she tried - and failed - to recall much. "Fine. I know some things - not all, mind you," he cautioned as Kayeni's face brightened slightly, "but maybe enough to help you a bit. But not right now. Go to dinner first - I have some things I'm required to do first. After dinner we can have a word."

Kayeni nodded. "Alright... thanks, Father."

But he was already absorbed back into the scroll in front of him.

Kayeni hesitated for a moment, unsure whether she should say anything else - it was her father, after all. But in the end, she'd be required to leave anyway. So after a brief pause, she turned, and left him as she progressed back to the dining hall.