Orin of course, hadn't expected the guards to arrive as well. He stood before the crew, at a distance as his staff was planted on the ground, unoffensive position on his part however the guards were growing wary of his presence. He could tell the suspicion in their eye, who would be this mysterious shaman in the forest? Nearly sighing to himself, he placed a hand up, to perhaps calm the unnerved guards, as a sign that he had come in peace. He was no assassin, that was for certain. Though, he couldn't help but let them continue to be a tad bit wary. After all, none had seemed to have known who he was. He had expected the princess to arrive here, alone. Maybe this was a mistake to come at this time, but it was too late now. The gears had already been set in motion. Nearing bit closer toward the young woman upon the horse, he looked up at her directly. "Princess Eolande. I must speak to you in private," he said, not quite stating his name yet. He did not wish to fight any of the guards if they attacked him, but he had no other way of letting them be able to trust him alone with her, unless it was under her direct orders. Planning to go that route, he took but only a step closer.

"I have participated in the plant hunt alongside your mother. You have nothing to fear from me." Still, his identity was kept a secret. He would tell her once they were alone, however he did not wish to say so in front of these guards. As a final act of suggestion, he stood right before her and her horse. "Something is going to happen, and I suspect that a member of your family may contribute to it," his choice of words were a little risky, however, if she would be willing enough he would explain in more detail later on. "I have my ways of seeing things in the world that others cannot. Let your guards stand down now, or else lest me force my way into finding out." He would not let anything stand in his way of trying to figure out if something in the royal family really was going to have an affect on the world. He sensed something, and he did not wish to blame her, but he would find out how she acted in the here and now. He was determined to figure out if anything potentially could happen from the royal family, and to end it here and now. But, he would need the words of Princess Eolande first.

He continued to stand there stiffly as the guards lowered their defensive stance, and when she approached him he turned around, briefly looking over his shoulder dark eyes gazed toward the guards. "We shall not be long," he said, however he was talking to them more so than the princess. Then, he turned around again, stepping forward into the dense forest, walking into they headed into a small clearing of a tiny meadow, the vibrant green grass stretching along a small creek. A few broken logs sat here and there. This would be a good place. Sighing, he then turned around to face her, near the other edge of the dense trees. They would be unperturbed here, if the guards were loyal they would stay there with her horse. Facing her, the elf then eased his stance, as to not seem to imposing at the moment. She was most likely going to be confused about the words coming from his mouth, however he had to try at least.

"Have you noticed anything strange happening in your family?" he started, with an inquiry that sounded, pretty much to the point. He decided to ask her directly, as to determine whether or not she knew of anything or not. He could easily tell if she was hiding something, however he tried not to judge at first moments.

"I am Orin Forst," he announced, looking at her directly in the eye as he gazed. Indeed, he typically wouldn't give his identity out so easily, but if she recognized the name, she would know who he was. But, he doubted she would, judging from the fact that she hadn't recognized him already. Even though she probably sought more information, he felt that it would be wise to not give out more. If there really was something happening within the royal family, although she wasn't suspect but if information were to reach through them then he must not be found out. He doubted that she would remember his name either. But then he rose a hand, as if to feel the air, an extended palm as he felt some pollen fall into his hand before letting it go into the breeze, falling over the green meadow as it joined back where from it had originated from. "Let me show you," he said. He made his decision to show her what he has seen, rather than just taking his word for it.

Bending over and picking up some dirt upon the ground, he stood again, holding the grains within his fist. Smiling for only a brief moment, he soon let the dirt fall to the ground, the wind picking up strongly around them as it blew the dust in all sorts of directions, mingling with stray leaves and twigs. Upon the grass below, lied the dirt in the same of a crown. Up from the crown, sprouted a tree, branch to branch as they fell amongst the dirt as it continued to paint the picture below. As the twigs fell, representing the branches, the leaves aligned. More and more branches, until they extended to where she stood, before being swept up into the air once more. Orin looked up as feathers, dark as night, fell from the sky and landed into the mixture below. The wind picked them up, creating a dust cloud representing a crow, swooping upward and a beak opening widely as it headed toward the crown. However, from the tree, a collection of leaves swept up, as if it were one entity, creating a bird of prey of its own as it collided with the crow, exploding into pieces before the dust of the crown crumbled, shattering as the many leaves and twigs became disfigured, moving seemingly on their own as the long line was broken. More dust came, swept over the large picture and turned it into nothingness.

It may have seemed like not a huge matter to her, or confusing at that, but Orin looked down upon it with solemn eyes, as if there was a hint of sadness to them. It didn't mean much to her but to him he could read more than many words. It read war. Disaster. Who knew but from where would it all start from? The dust. The lives of elves that would be cost. A civil war perhaps? But who is starting it? He didn't reason for anyone within the castle to. After all, if there was going to be a war then there should be some sign of hostility now. But maybe it had yet to occur. Many, many years into the future however what he sought was current. It could happen tomorrow or any other day in the near future. He just didn't know when. Or how to stop it. But that crown was the royal authority of the elves. It was going to start from within.

"Tell me what you saw," he said, his eyes still fixated on the now greener grass of the meadow below, most of the dust gathered and blown away in the breeze. He would need her insight before asking anymore questions. He needed her to try and decide what it had meant for herself, he figured.

Orin nodded. Indeed she was correct. What he had shown, was a war. "This is why I ask," he started, the wind picking away whatever dust was left as he took a few steps toward her, his face looking directly at her. "Have you noticed any odd behavior happening within the royal family?" he then asked, the wind picking up some strands of dark hair as he gazed upon her with graveness. He stood even closer to her then, hoping to hear words of truth. If another war was to begin, he couldn't hold back now. He had to figure out the source of the calamity before it begins. He just hoped that he was not spreading this plan into motion, a fate defined by what could possibly be his own hand. But would Eolande be the beginning of a war? He had doubts in his mind that an elf princess would ever begin such a thing. However he did not know her personally. But he could not see her starting a war for any reason. She did not quite resemble a crow or a bird of prey. Thus he assumed that showing her was safe. She did not know how much effect her hold would hold. Hold to him. Hold to the world. He would do everything in his power to make sure the flames would not devour the forest ever again. Not those innocent lives taken. And for what? Why on earth would the elves of all races, start a war? What would happen under the treaty? Unless...

Another war.

No, it couldn't be. The races beginning another war? Would that cause the elven hierarchy to collapse? But it appeared that it would start from the crown, that it would destroy itself from within. But, who would want another war? Perhaps maybe it's a divide of peace versus war hungry, causing the split of the crown and costing lives within their own kingdom. How could Orin stop this from happening? He continued to listen to her, eyes intently focused on her every movement. They were alone. Were she to be evil, although he doubted it, she could kill him with ease. However, he would be ready. A spear still in hand, he knew that the chances would be slim. If she could even fight that was. Though as he looked at her eyes he sensed no ill intent within them. He had made a good choice to confront her than the others. But would she be willing to sacrifice her family to prevent a war? Indeed the time for that question might come.

He listened to her somberly as she spoke, dark eyes understanding her words. Indeed, it might be much to ask, to notice anything different or off. Princess Eolande might have needed some time to think about it, but Orin did not. But as she spoke of her dysfunctional family, those words he paid much heed to. It could be a clue, and it made sense that were it the case, then one of them could indeed bring out a civil war. But that only left the two other brothers, and instead of seeming resentful, she seemed... saddened. Only those who were kind would try to reason why they were distant with their other relatives, than looking down on them. Stepping closer, Orin gave her a look of softness, looking down at her with some solemnity. His family was anything but dysfunctional. It had been peaceful. Everyone loved each other. They were always together. But that was before they were all gone in one night. That was a long time ago, who knew what the other elven families were like. Still standing, an arm reached to place a hand on her shoulder, looking at her with the same gaze. "Not all," he said reassuringly. "Not if you let them." Though of course it may be out of her control. But she had to take control of this, to heed his warning and to prevent another war from happening. She must find the courage to do so. The hand lifted from her shoulder, and Orin still stood there sternly.

He did not expect her to have a perfect answer, but that was more than good enough. A severed family tie would make much sense, however now that was needed was a plan to ensure that the future he foresaw would not come true. "Eolande," he started again, although this time with a mixture of sadness, understanding, and a hint of wisdom in his tone. "You must be the light within the darkness. No one is going to change your family if you do not. I do not have the power over them, but you must be able to bring them together. Tighten the bonds to ensure that this war does not start." His eyes narrowed, his form stiff as he continued.

"You do not wish to see this war, do you not?" his tone dropped low.

He looked at her again, this time his eyes turning grim. She does not yet understand, the severity of this situation. The princess would need to find her own way to make this work. Orin did not have as much power as she did, especially that what pertained to her whole family. What they did that pleased themselves, even she held more weight than Orin could ever do. A simple calling, a gesture. Anything to prevent another war from breaking out. Yet she still did not understand that. Nevertheless, even secretly, he could hardly blame her. "Princess Ashwin," he said this time, even deeper in tone as he watched her movements gravely. "You do have power over your family, even if you do not yet understand," his chin raised, looking down at her with his dark eyes of severity and mysteriousness. Although he might have seemed angry, he was not. Though to many that might be the way he always looked. Ever so serious in all of his doings.

"You must do what you feel is right," he then said, another gust of wind picking up some strands of his long black hair. His eyes then averted into the distance, spotting from behind the brush the wandering gaze of perhaps a guard that might have been too wary. Of course, he couldn't prevent such a thing. Though their time of privacy was up it seemed. Looking back down at her, he could only trust her judgement, and to keep this a secret. From everyone. From her whole family. "It would appear I have spent enough of your time," he spoke with mysterious undertones, unable to decipher in his acknowledgement of the guard that stood a distance from them. Even though it was cut short, he had been glad to have this encounter. Though it could have gone much better, and planned, he was secretly fortunate to have this at all. Lending her a hand to stand if she so took it, he then looked at her with another somber gaze.

"Heed my words and think carefully the next time you encounter them once more..." he spoke, words ridden with secrecy of what they spoke of earlier.