She lost herself in hatred, exiting the meeting before a clear winner could be placed. In the days following the pathetic meeting, she made herself scarce to the world, learning the name of their new alpha through whispers alone. Celandine would not kneel to the new queen, if she could even dare to call herself such. The woman had been content to wither away in a lesser rank until Phineas called. She hadn't really wanted for it, not the way Cella did. For if she had, she would have taken it. Making a solemn promise to dethrone the inferior ruler as soon as she was of age, the youngest Argyris made her way past the borders.

She had to get away from the scent of that woman, her very name leaving a bad taste in the youth's mouth. It wasn't personal, or maybe it was, but she would have felt the same regardless of the winner. These women had no business standing where her absentee mother once stood, nor ruling over a kingdom they hardly knew. Had this Aesire even said a word to her? Not that she could recall. So how could one call themselves a queen, without any subjects? No, this newcomer would be a stand in, until someone better could come along. Namely, her, but that wouldn't be for some time yet.

The plateau would be hers regardless of who stood beside her father. Until then, he could shower all the honors he wanted on lesser she-wolves. It wouldn't matter anyway.

So immersed in her anger, Celandine took note of the stranger only as he spoke. Hackles raised, she turned to meet an unfamiliar frame. "You must be the princess, yes?" Pale limbs grew stiff in the wake of his question, her fight or flight instincts kicking in. This man did not know her, should not know her. Giving no indication whether his inquiry had been correct, the young Argyris waited. For what, she wasn't sure. Even his spoken name could not budge her. Then something happened, something she had always wanted, yet hadn't received. It was a gift in her mind, the one she deserved. He bowed, a tawny crown dipping toward the ground.

"Loyal guardian and tutor at your service miss." At her service? Inhaling, she was finally able to distinguish Aesire's perfume mingling with his. He must have been a recruit. One the lady Aesire had accepted. A mischievous smile etched it's way onto her lips, as she reviewed her options. It was clear though, that she had only one. Heigen would be her guardian, and her's alone. "Oh no Heigen, I don't mind." In truth, some company was always appreciated, and friendship was the first step to loyalty. "You were right, I am Celandine Argyris, Princess of Silent Moon Plateau, formerly of Magnolia Glen." It was quite a title, but she loved to recite it.

"What brought you to our borders?" Celandine had already decided that she liked this Heigen, and it couldn't hurt that he was useful too.

"Before the Plateau, there was the Glen." Pausing to take a breath, and gather her thoughts, Celandine tried to edge around the subject. She needed to choose the words carefully, diplomatically even. There needed to be very little room for questions, and even less for him to doubt their resilience. Magnolia Glen had been a curse. Loyalty seemed to lack in importance there, as they watched wolves come and go. Sure, they left the fragrant confines of their home, but they were searching for something better, not running away. At least that is what she had to tell herself. "Sometimes a change of scenery is good for a pack." Satisfied with her answer, Cella planned on swaying the conversation toward a more recent subject, for she did not want for his pity, or care to hear his opinion on the matter. What was in the past, needed to stay there, and she would be damned if someone without closer ties would bring it up.

As he settled in, she followed suit. Allowing her hindquarters to fall, and a plush white tail to sweep forward, the princess watched him. Bright eyes scanned the male for any tell tale sign that he might be lying. Much to her relief, she found his words to be truthful, at least as far as she could tell. Heigen continued on, speaking of his admittance via their new 'queen'. Maintaining a cool indifference as her name was spoken proved to be easier than she thought. A light smile crossing her lips, she nodded at the conclusion. "I hope you find everything here to your liking."

"Oh, me?" Come to think of it, she wasn't entirely sure where she was going. There had never been a destination in mind. She just felt the need to get away, and so her paws had carried her there. "I guess I was just looking for something to do." It wasn't a lie, she needed something to take her mind off of the tourney. "And yourself?"