Vasha didn't really like spying on the woman who was his sister. He felt guilty about it, about invading her privacy without her knowing that he was, or really knowing him at all. He hadn't even intended to do so when he had given her the scrying stone, which she had chosen to carry around with her for some odd reason. Most of the time, in Vayana, people kept them in safe places when they did not want to be observed, though he wondered if perhaps she didn't know what the thing was.

He had intended to look in on her occasionally and because it was freely given and freely taken, it had bonded to her and would alert him to if she were in trouble. As her emotions started escalating, the stone would heat up for anger, or go ice cold for things like fear, pain or despair.

Vasha had been doing reasonably good with not sticking his nose into her business, looking in as she made that trek through the woods with her father. He would make sure she was fine before closing the viewing once more. She was safe, she was doing whatever it is a Feysha did in the woods.

Then Anzael had opened up the mirror and he had caught his friend watching her, really truly watching her. Within the first minute, they had nearly leapt out his window, seeing her land between armed Humans whom looked ready to attack. And then there was what came next. He recognized the dress, build and language of the humans that inhabited the rolling foothills, planes and forests that stretched from the territory of Vayana's coast to the distant mountain coastlines of the Rulin.

Vayan and Rulin. Two winged races, locked in an eternal war, sharing only their life in the sky and an ancient language that the humans had adopted imperfectly. Those same humans worshipped the Vayan's and the Rulin, sometimes as Gods, sometimes as warriors from the Gods.

And his sister did not like them and both him and Anzael bristled with the indignation of the human males stepping in her way. If she wanted to fight whomever those other men were to her, humans had no say in the matter of what a Vayan, a Vayan Princess no less, did.

Then she had settled into monotony of alternating between spending time with the Humans, watching the strangers and trying to learn how to fight with her wings, the former of which caused them a great deal of frustration to behold. She could fight, and fight well, but her wings more a crutch to her when they should be her best asset.

And then tonight, using physical and magical power to carry a Human, for a joy ride. She had, thankfully, been smart enough to avoid the ocean but his heart ached and his jaw cracked with anger as he realized the Humans were oblivious, or uncaring of the fact that she had drained herself a great deal for the Human King's enjoyment. It was as if they had no idea exactly how dangerous getting so low on power was for her, for anyone.

Those that were gifted were protected and watched here in Vayana but she had drained herself without any thought to the fact that if she overextended herself, she could be dead. Should be dead. And the humans showed no concern for it, not even a moment's thought, as if she were there for their entertainment..

Chaven found him standing, glaring at the mirror, watching it as she walked out of the room of the Human King and Queen, having recovered enough from food and rest that she was walking steadily, holding her wings easily at least.

"Vasha, do you ever worry... " Chaven started, only to be cut off.

"That I'll have met my sister, only to watch her kill herself? She seems like she was born to give, but someone has to have the sense to stop taking!" He snapped, waving an angry hand at the mirror.

Chaven blanched, watching the scene, then looking back to him. "Do you think, if she comes, you would have to fight her? Is what I was going to ask. Two heirs, never really happened before, but laws allow for the challenge, a fight to the death, if she made a deal of it. Could you kill her?"

Vasha snorted and shook his head his head. "I try not to think about that. I feel like I need her, she's my sister. I feel my kinship with her, as if we were twins and of the same soul."

Chaven continued watching the mirror, falling silent as two Humans turned towards Verana, the male motioning to the two doorways they were standing beside. It was one of the two men from the first night, friends of the King and of his sister. These humans she was around were Lords of some sort, part of the human Court.

"Verana, there's a spare bedroom here, beside Lady Reyani's, it's been readied for you." The tall male said firmly, as if he could order her.

Verana shook her head, letting out a slow breath. "I should be going back."

The woman, skin darker than a Rulin, shorter than Verana, looking as stubborn as death itself, shook her head. "No. I didn't make a deal of it, because I wasn't about to get Cavin worrying again, but don't you dare think that we didn't see how drained you were. Shelby said he felt his sword sense your power and it can't be easy to carry a full grown man through the air. You're tired. If you want to go back to the Wild tonight, you'll do it on horseback, under an armed escort."

"I am not a child, that needs to be coddled." Verana growled looking between the two of them, drawing herself up, her wings opening slightly but they shook. Vasha took in a sharp breath, knowing how tired she had to be if they shook like that. She would fall from the sky before she cleared the city if she tried to fly.

"No." The man named Shelby said simply. "But you're so busy taking care of the rest of us, that you will give us more than you can spare."

The woman named Reyani held up a hand to interrupt further argument. "I don't know if its because that's how you have been made, or maybe its part of your path, who you are. Your father told us that you were precious to all of us, because you can't seem to stop saving us, healing us, giving everything you are to put this world to rights. And that means, as your friends, its our job to say no and to look after you when you need someone to have your back. You need to rest. The world is not going to fall apart in the few moments you take."

Verana nodded, offering a shrug, then glancing behind her, back the way they had just come."Is he going to be ok? Cavin?"

Shelby raised a brow, nodding. "He's a King, he has to make decisions that effect the lives of thousands of his subjects, every day. He is preparing for war and placating restless allies. He needs to relax a bit more but that's, unfortunately, the price of the title."

"You helped though. I think... he just needed some shock to his system, some way to restart, get rid of all that negativity. It was like magic." Reyani grinned to her.

Verana shrugged again, if she realized there was a compliment in the woman's words, she didn't address it. "And you two? I see you dancing around one another... but Shelby still hasn't put you in skirts, he wants to. He reeks of it when he looks at you, but not just that... You're beginning to smell like Cavin and Amiya. But neither of you seems to realize it."

Reyani blushed, which was impressive for her dark skin tone, looking mortified and turning away, moving through one of the doorways and closing it firmly behind her.

Shelby stood, staring at Verana for a long, stunned moment. "I reek of it?"

"You want to mate her. You love her." Verana said simply, nodding to the door, then back to him. "And you haven't even tried to court her yet. You know there are several other men who think they have a chance of marrying her? But the only one she loves, is you."

Shelby blushed, straight up his neck, through his face, shaking his head. "You can smell all that?"

Verana shrugged."I can smell the lust... and the love. It is similar, but very different. I can smell most emotions. The rest, I've overheard. At least... make an effort, the Feysha, when one of us decides they love the other, they bring a token of love. Something they know is precious to the person they care about. And if the other person does the same, then they court..."

"So I should get her a gift?" Shelby asked, running a hand through his hair, pacing away, then pacing back to her. "Did you have to tell her.. I smell of lust... a Lady doesn't need to know that."

Vasha burst out laughing as his sister explained to the Human just how much a Lady knows about what happens between a man and a woman, as well as their appreciation for the male physique. Him and Chaven chortled until the male walked dazedly down the hallway, leaving Verana to enter the bedroom that had been offered by the humans, pulling off her boots. With a growl, Vasha closed the cover on the scrying mirror, not wanting to violate her privacy so far as to watch her undress, shaking his head and pacing across the room.

Chaven was silent for a moment, then finally spoke up. "You realize... also... if she comes here, that automatically means she's the sister to all of us, we're brothers after all. And that means... that she'll have the five of us, preventing any male, smelling of lust, from getting too close to her... But, down there... do you think she's even attracted to humans? Or was she speaking hypothetically, for Human Ladies, not including herself. Do you think women actually think about those things?"

Vasha growled, narrowing his eyes at the other man. "Chaven."

"On the plus side, the humans may be horrible at it, but they're making an effort to keep her from running dry. She's not as safe as she would be with the Brethren looking out for her, but she's not alone. They aren't taking her for granted." Chaven offered carefully. "And she really did not seem very interested in the concept of being a monarch."

Vasha growled again, shaking his head, "If I watch anything more, I'm going to go get her, no matter what my mother says."