[b]She turned to him slightly, just so that he was in her peripheral gaze, her words turning quiet and almost wistful...[/b] [i]"Maybe... But this could all be childish... Running away to find something that might not even be out there..."[/i] [b]She looked down at the golden crest in her hand, her old symbol of power and authority... It held no purpose here.[/b] [i]"I don't know... That's the joy of growing up, you learn from choices. I suppose I will have to think on it, as I do with all things."[/i]