Malisia was still rather shaken by the experience, she held the feather tightly in her hand, admiring the soft pattern of dark colors that traveled along its different extensions. Truth be told, the animal they faced was beautiful, like an eagle, yet, so much more regal in its appearance that one may lose all the breath in their lungs in its presence, hwoever she could not forget how dangerous it had been, she had been too careless?
Not really. People in Valeskiar often lost limbs when attempting to get a feather from the animal, even in less dangerous times of the year, and without a group of guards behind them to take care of the situation.
It was said that the animal could sense greed, and it dispised it greatly. Its feathers were valuable, and it would not stand for any sort of attempt at profitting from its nest, or even its discarded feathers. Malisia didn't believe all that, but it had to be true at least partially. It had all the reasons to harm them, and the means to do so, it landed, it watched them- Yet it did them no harm. She supposed it sensed that her intentions were not to get glory but herself, but rather to make someone else happy... She nearly smiled at the thought, ridiculous, that couldn't be true.
Once they made her way back to the castle, she made sure to thank each of them with a firm handshake... As firm a human could give to an Oni of course, and apologized many, many times. The princess would make sure the Duke would reward them properly, after al, they defended the princess of Cravonid bravely, putting their lives at risk for her, never before had she experienced anything similar, and she grateful, deeply grateful.
Malisia invited them to come along inside with her, so that she could thank them before the Duke, but as soon as she crossed those doors, holding the large feather in hand, she saw Eleazar, her eyes widening in worry behind her now incredibly scratched glasses. Her dress was torn from several parts, and dirty, as well as her hair being a mess from the quick work the Oni did to protect her and take her away from danger, in general, she looked as if she'd tumbled down a hill.
A shaky breath escaped her lips as she gathered the strength to face Eleazar, not having a single clue of what he'd say, she expected to be clean and ready to speak to him before she saw him again.
She took the feather, and held it behind her back, hoping he'd not ask about her appearance, or say anything as she moved quickly and tried to stay as far as possible, in an attempt to walk past them. She tilted her head down, a light bow to greet the king and the duke.
"G-Good evening my Lord- Sir Perovskia, good evening to you too, I wish to speak to you in a few minutes if possible-" She gritted her teeth, begging under her breath that Eleazar would not stop her.