(I'm sorry! Mom and dad kept me way too busy! I had no time to even start typing until now-- sorry!)
As soon as the boy slipped off of the Stag and approached those tall, well armoured guards, Kildowin hissed out in panic, reaching out to grab the young one and pull him back. "Eilmein...(Human!)" He muttered this angrily, unable to grab him, no matter how long his arms were.
"Please, kind sirs, let us through. I-I promise I want to meet the king for his help. I-I don't wish to harm or deceive the king..." Would they trust him? Even though he was very lovely, seemingly very kind and looked very trustworthy even in his strange garb, Kildowin was slightly stressed they'd (well, atleast Feinrick) would attack him. He attempted to plan how to act if anything happened...
H could simply pull out his bow and arrow, shoot them both swiftly if they swung their heavy weapons up in the air- but if they lunged at the boy, he could simply throw his daggers... Or lunge at them, shoving them to the ground, before grabbing that boy and running- Or, more efficienly, he could swing his stag to suddenly impale both their throats or heads with those antlers- yes, that was perhaps the most efficient way.
The elf nodded, determined- until ... "V-Very well. You may pass." When they stepped aside, and the harsh human murmured, "Weapologise forholding you up..." Kildowin looked just slightly surprised. This human was so peaceful. ...Yet he knew the only reason they'd let them pass was because Aaron WAS a human, he WAS their kind- and it helped he was pretty.
But the fact he'd actually, literally, climbed down and helped him... It was kind. And perhaps he had't meant to help Kildowin in anyway, perhaps he wanted to get through and simply spoke to the guards so he could simply get himself through. But it touched the elf anyhow.
Never in his life had a human expressed such kindness and selflessness towards Kildowin. Of course there would be the ocassional act of kindness, but this overrode every fleeting smile a human gave him, every flirtatious touch he'd received from the simple creatures, every small child staring up at him in amazement instead of fear or disgust. This was ... He straightened his back, and placed a possessive hand against Aaron's waist, "...Thank you."
The elegant stag huffed a heavy breath, causing Feinrick to jump slightly. Kildowin spitefully smirked, "Relax, it shan't hurt you- Don't look so frightened."
Of course he enjoyed humiliating men. It was simple, fun. He, of course, never did it to the innocent ones who gave him no reasn to do so (or so he thought!), though he found it quite an enjoyable sport. The ego of man was so easy to knock aside. Though, with a visibly displeased face, he thought about that damned king. That ... KING (BAH! A man wearing a crown, simply!) had the ego of a dragon, one that refused te be scathed by his comments (whether they were weak ones, or the harshest he could muster without facing prosecution).
He stroked the sides of the animal with his boots, and it launched forward with a very comfortable pace, passing through the large gates that loomed above animal, human and elf threateningly. The moment the castle's city began to form, large and tall walls were forced up, surrounding the people with much needed protection from the outside threats. But it looked cruel, it looked mean.
Personally... The elf despised them. They held all inhabitants within the small city captive. It was such a small illusion of safety! And it was very, very ugly. He desired at times such as this the familiar woodlands of his Elven families.
"...Aaron," Kildowin sighed, attempting to hide his nightly melancholy. He meant not to seem so pathetic, but he could hardly hold in that sadness, feeling it infect his own expression. "You are very brave. I was quite sure that... Feinrick would hurt you." With a small sigh, he continued into the city.
The familiar sight of torches stuck into the ground, the cobbled roads, the tall and kind homes stacked loosely together, and even the sight of smiling and talkin people seemed cruel to Kildowin. Oh, how he longed for his kin. How he longed for the forests, the water, the silks, and loving, sophisticated talk of his people. The social city as still at full buzz at this late time of the night.