"What was it you said before? No apologies necessary," Kikyo replied with an amused chuckle. A lord, then, to add to his list of strange encounters here, that included a magician and a wielder of celestial brushes, among others.

"Valyn," he purred, tilting his head a little. "My name is Kikyo." There was no other name to give him, for he had forsaken any other a long time ago. His name and bloodline perished with him, the last remnant of a dying aristocracy.

He paused for a moment before he took a seat beside him. He turned his face in Valyn's direction, tucking a long strand of raven hair behind his ear. "Do you prefer a well kept garden, or perhaps you let it grow out of its own will?" he asked with an enigmatic smile.