The Tigrina of Immanion arrived on the same boat, choosing instead of trying to communicate with the humans that surrounded him(that was weird enough), but to try and communicate with home. A foolish endeavor, one he wouldn't be able to accomplish even with adequate training. But, Rue considered himself a bauble, a shiny thing that was dangled out to the crowds, like one of the queens of old. A centerpiece, with no real power. Or at least that's what he told himself, and that made it true. His own little self fulfilling prophecy. A tragic girl stuck in a tower of gold, like the fairy tales, alone in the lap of luxury.

Rue's face contorted into an annoyed sneer, looking around and considering his possibilities. Finding refuge amongst these people. No doubt he'd be forced to work. He'd starve to death. Maybe he should just keep lying down, make it easier. He put a hand to his forehead, dramatically and giggled a little.

Pushing himself up, his white blonde hair teased around him like a lion's mane. He went right after Elsa.

"I don't suppose you know where we are?"