"Sylvia, I don't think you need all of those. I'm sure they have shops where we're going."
"I don't care. I don't want anything from that place!" Sylvia huffed as she attempted to drag all her suitcases down the steps.
Keira sighed. "Sylvia, you shouldn't talk about your birthplace like that. You know you love it there."
"No I don't. I barely remember what that place looks like." Sylvia thought back to when she was a girl and she really did not remember much about her world besides trees. Lots of it. But Keira was right, somewhere inside her, she loved the place.
"Sylvia, what I'm trying to say is that your world doesn't necessarily wear these types of clothes."
"Hmm? What are you talking about?" Frustrated, Sylvia threw her bags down the stairs and watched as they all tumbled to the ground. She smiled, satisfied.
"Your guardian is right," came a voice from below. Sylvia looked down to see Alexander standing at the foot of the stairs, examining her luggage.
Alexander was a bit shocked to see that her guardian knew about their world. He then thought of it a logical thing for her to know since she is Sylvia's guardian. He wondered what else she knew about it. He cleared his throat, "What you wear here is a bit different from where we're from."
"So?! It's called making a new fashion statement!"
Keira shook her head at Sylvia. "Syl, it's not customary and as princess you must keep tradition. Even if it is something as frivolous as clothing."
Sylvia was clearly upset but she did rationalize a bit with what Keira said. But she wasn't going down without a fight. "But what if I don't like their clothes?"
Alexander thought to himself, 'How can you like these clothes?' He had seen what the men and women here wore and the closest thing he found to his more comfortable form of wear were the tuxedos. Which he and Ambrose have been wearing in an attempt to seem inconspicuous. He looked up to see Sylvia clearly upset and pouting. How was he going to make her go if she is so attached to her clothing? He'd rather see her detached from them... He mentally slapped himself. What was he thinking!?
'I never took you for that kind of man. Hm, and I thought I knew you best.' Ambrose's voice drifted with amusement into Alexander's mind. He ignored his cousin's comment and returned his attention back to a displeased Sylvia.
"But sis! What am I suppose to do with all of my clothes?!"
"Donate it."
"No! They're mine! Please, pretty please, sis! Can we just take them?!" Sylvia whined.
Ambrose strode in and stood next to Alexander. "We like to keep tradition," he told Sylvia, indignantly. When he said tradition he pointedly looked at Keira. Clearly showing that he disliked her. "And so you cannot take these with you." He gestured to the suitcases that were on the floor.
Keira calmly spoke, "Who are you to say what your princess, your future queen, is to do and not to do." Even with how serene she seemed and sounded, they all could clearly hear the authority and power in her voice. She is a guardian after all.
Ambrose, infuriated at her point, said nothing.
A swell of pride filled Sylvia. 'Sis?' She prodded the barrier between their bond.
'What is it, Sylvia?'
'No more barriers? Please?'
'If that is what you wish.'
