Fantasy Aerumen

[Wert]

"Understood." Correll nodded, relieved that she didn't actually agree to it. He felt slightly guilty about not trusting her enough, but he couldn't help it much. He huffed and moved to lie down on the blanket, using his hands as a prop for his head.

----

"I think Guilty is okay like this," Esra said, somewhat mimicking the Goblin's way of speaking unknowingly, "I just like to dress people up! But, I am worried how the guards at Yefadorei may respond to you." She didn't want to bring up the stereotypes of goblins, but she knew they'd probably be thinking about it when they arrive there.

"Oh! That reminds me," Esra moved to the door, calling out to Mircea, " Mircea! How do you plan on getting all these humans in to Yefadorei?"

Mircea turned from looking at the sleeping residents, crouching slightly to see Esra as his expression shifted to one he often made when something puzzled him, "Good question, dear." He walked to the balcony and crouched, "I suppose Bast could use a glamour? That would be three elves, then. He'd easily pass as a dwan."

"Stop volunteering me for things." Bast commented from his cot.

"It could be a reassurance to Blu, he'll need to use his as well. We've exposed him enough, and Yefadorei is a large city, as you know." Mircea leaned over to look at Bast, catching the human's attention, "I was lenient about it in Lythrope, seeing as most people don't believe even it exists, but we can't take that risk out here."

Bast waved his hand, speaking in an defensive tone, "I started teaching him for a reason."

Mircea sighed, "I'm not trying to argue with you."

"Then stop volunteering me!"

"Will you do it?" Esra said, turning to look at him with a worried expression.

Bast stared at her for a moment, his expression relaxing some with a smile, "Of course I will, anything for Es." Esra smiled at this, although a bit concerned.

Mircea's hand came to rub the side of his face in annoyance, "Right, good then. Arbonath should be fine since dwarves aren't often put together with humans. That will leave three elves to four humans.."

"That should be enough, I can probably pull some strings for Foxy." Esra nodded, "Yes, good idea. Bast the dwan elf will be with us soon."

"You do realize I'll still be me, right?" Bast said, his left brow lifted.

Esra nodded, her hand on her chin as she thought, "Oh! Guilty, how does your magic work? I've never seen magic used to dress up." She was jumping between topics, leaving the guys somewhat confused. Bast rolled his eyes and laid down on his cot, turning away from them.



Mal watched Arbonath for a moment, stretching his arms as the tinker worked. "Arbonath," the heavy voice spoke, "Got anything I can do?"

 

[Never]

Guilty looked around as they discussed the issue with bringing humans into Yefadorei. Sounded like a very strict place, Guilty didn't know if she was going to like that and definitely didn't think Quiet would like that either. She blew air through her closed lips as the Elf and the Girly Man argued. Though of course the angel Esra managed to calm everything down, and her attention was back on Guilty. The little green being almost hopped with joy when she was asked about her magic.

"Oh! Guilty Magic is so fascinating!" The Goblin runs over to her book and places her hands on it's spine, bent over she slides it over towards Esra and then sits next to her feet, turning it around to face them both and opens it. "Guilty cast Arcane Magic, it is complex and creative and has maaany possibilities. If one knows how to record magic. Lucky for Guilty she found legendary tome that she studied for years. Guilty smart for Goblin, she know how to decipher and read all these patterns." She flicks through the pages and starts pointing to certain spells, "This dispels magic, I used to save big man from hurtful water - but also why he cannot cast magic for day. This one bind very strong unwilling person so they can no use magic at all. THIS ONE hides thing in caster's own special dimension. And this one expensive and Guilty never able use, but it makes circle that let people move from one place to other. And this one. This one dress people or well, If Guilty cast this on Guilty self then Guilty would look different to you but Guilty would still be wearing this really!"

The Goblin stands up and begins to speak, her arms stretched out as she looks at the book - her eyes close and her arms begin to move, sort of like a half effort dance she was actually performing Somatic component for her spell. As this happens an arcane sparkle of magic spins around her form and wipes over a new set of clothes onto her body. Guilty was now wearing a long orange dress that stopped above the bust, the frilly bottom spirals up to her waist with a shade of red complimenting the fiery complexion; her finger-less gloves are orange and partially see through and fit tightly against her up to the middle of her bicep and from the top of these sleeves there is a ribbon that connects it with the side of the dress.

Guilty then does a spin and the dress follows with her, she then stops and looks at Esra with a little hop. "It made of magic, so is bit fake but feel real. It wear off after many hours."

---

"AH YOU..." Arbie missed the screw with his driver and stabbed his hand, shaking his hand as he sucked on his hurt finger. The Dwarf glared at Mal for a moment and then grinned, "Aye! Of course, Help is always appreciated. Take the hammer and nails and start tearing off the planks on the roof of the wagons that are splintered and broken and use the spare planks in the storage wagon to cover them for now - hammer then back on and viola we have no leaks when it rains. I can manage the doors."

The Dwarf's features soften for a moment, "Glad you're okay Mal. We haven't had a drink together in a bit."

 

[Wert]

Esra's hands covered her mouth as she bounced in excitement, watching Guilty's transformation. She let go after Guilty spoke, "OHHH! That's adorable!" She walked around the goblin, peering at the dress, "This is such convenient magic." Her gaze flicked to Bast, "Why don't you use this?" Esra was only met with silence, making her believe he'd already fallen back to sleep. Her eyes shot back to Guilty, "Can you use this on others?"

----

"Ay, we'll have to soon," Mal nodded, his happy tone contradicting the focused expression on his face, "I'll get to work. Mind me, It'll shake when I get up." He left to find the extra planks, balancing them on the edge before he lifted himself onto the caravan's roof with the hammer and nails. Mal started to work, tearing the damaged wood from the wagon top. He felt guilty having helped make the mess, though he smiled when he saw the clear signs of Foxy's feet splintering the planks. He tossed the first plank down where no one stood, watching it hit the ground with a loud thwack before continuing.

 

[Never]

Guilty nodded, "Guilty practice on Quiet all the time, he hate it, but Guilty make him pretty. Though Guilty can only do one person at time, it require concentration - if guilty lose magical concentration then POOF! Gone." And as she says this her Dress disappears and she grins, back to her normal attire but she then waves her arms around and around Esra she creates a dress like hers but on the Sprite instead.

"Guilty show more if Esra like?" As the time went by, she would continue to go through her book and tell her of more and more of her spells. Spilling her guts to the sprite, though she was having a wail of a time just telling her literally about her life.

---

Arbonath grinned to himself as Mal left him to work, the Dwarf thought about their potential social. Be nice to let himself get at least tipsy when they settle on a place to stay for a while. The Dwarf craved something now, thinking about it really didn't help and he went back to his work. As the hours passed through dusk the dwarf had got through a couple doors, needing to replace the wood of some of the frames.

---

Mission was lying on her side now, looking at Ludo as he had slept. She was starting to become slightly restless & shifted a little bit, though she wasn't as subtle about it as she hoped and Ludo's eyes opened slowly, she made an expression of guilty and patted the side of his leg. "Sorry buddy."

The horse stirred and shook it's head, it's mane flipped over to the other side of his neck as he begin to shuffle to prepare to stand up. Mission moved out of his way which promptly led the horse to getting onto it's hooves. She willed the fire off and collected the logs, standing up and packing them away. Mission rolled up her bed roll and spoke to Correll, "We can move out now."

She tucked the Bed roll into the strap on her horse and waited for Correll to hand his over and get on the horse before she did.

 

[Wert]

Correll opened his eyes when Mission woke him, nodding his head. He stood and rolled up the bed, handing it to her before climbing on Ludo. Sleep clung to his features, the male coming to yawn. Time traveled fast when he was asleep.

----

"Esra?" Mircea stood in the doorway, glancing at the two small people who'd paused their conversation, "Your friend is here." He moved to the side just as Tillian peeked his head into view, the emerald gem on his ear jingling with the movement.

"Tillian!" Esra stood and approached him, watching him straighten up as she entered the balcony.

"Lady Esra," Tillian spoke, less enthusiastic than before, "You asked to see me?" The slight slouch to his usually upright posture and dry texture to his voice spoke for him. He was quite tired, though he'd probably never admit it.

"Yes," Esra smiled, her attention being pulled to the shadow covered person standing some distance off from the caravans, "You must be his guardian. Pleasure to meet you!"

They nodded, staying quiet as Tillian glanced at them.

"What is it you need, Lady Alfdorn?" Tillian asked, following at her side as she hopped from the balcony and began to walk.

"Well," Esra paused, "I just wanted to chat a bit... How has he been?"

Tillian hesitated, "He's... His health has deteriorated and he spends most of his days inside, watching people. For days on end he will refuse to eat or drink. Recently, he has shown some liveliness; he's been tending to the garden from time to time, but.. I..I wish I had better news."

Esra was quiet, watching the grass fold under her boots as they walked. She sighed, "Well, maybe once I'm around he'll perk up some."

"Don't force him to eat."

"What? Spoon feed him like I did with you?" Esra smiled, "No, He's far to gentle hearted for that kind of treatment."

Tillian blew air through a parted mouth, "He still refuses to let me do anything on my own." He paused his walk, "Am I not old enough, or strong enough?"

Esra giggled, "Tilly, he's just a worrier, you know that." She stopped walking just long enough to gesture a turn, Tillian returning to follow her again, "I can't say I blame him, Tilly. Because of your-"

"Yes, my lady, I know," Tillian hastily interrupted her, "I trust you, Esra, but I do not trust your companions." He was looking at the caravans which were only a few feet away.

"Oh, my bad," Esra smiled,"You called me Esra! All on your own!"

Tillian's cheeks flushed with what looked like embarrassment, though Esra knew him well enough that it was probably from shame. "Are you going to the Guardian festival, Tillian? You should come with us, it's been years since I've seen it."

"I.." Tillian looked like he was trying to organize things in his mind, "I can come, if you wish, but I will be traveling separately."

"Of course, there's no room left in the caravans anyways." Esra chuckled, "Oh, can you make sure to meet us at the gate? We have one too many humans, and I'd like to make sure we can actually get inside."

Tillian nodded his head gently, "I will try." His earring began to lightly glow as the night took over, "It's night now... I must warn you.." He took charge of the direction, leading her back to the wagons, "There are signs of a corrupted fae in the area, but I'm not allowed to take action unless I have to. If you can, send for me if anything happens. I'm staying at the ivy inn here."

Esra nodded, "Okay! I hope nothing happens, but it'd be nice to see you in action again."

Tillian gave a quiet, amused snort. His hand coming to help her onto the balcony, "I hope that situation doesn't arise any time soon."

"That was short," Mircea said, leaning on the door frame, "but, I guess that's nothing new." He joked, causing Tillian's cheeks to burn pink.

"Mircea!" Esra scolded beneath his stare, "That's just mean."

"My apologies," Mircea said, a half smile on his face, "I only meant it as a joke."

Tillian didn't say anything to Mircea, giving Esra a slight bow before leaving the caravans. "Lady Alfdorn."

"That was uncalled for," Esra continued to scold Mircea some.

"He's very pretty, I couldn't help it," Mircea said, more humor in his tone.

"I can't tell if it's jealousy or attraction," Esra said, a slight judging look on her face.

"Ah, I wouldn't dare." Mircea's brows rose, "He seems too young."

"He is," Esra nodded in a mater of fact way, "I would cut off your-"

"What time is it?" Blu interrupted, staring at the barely lit balconies.

"Blu!" Esra exclaimed, "it's night time, you slept all day."




Mal had just finished replacing the planks on the roof, hopping down onto the balcony with the hammer in hand. He returned the tool to it's proper place before going to collect the damaged planks and looking at Arbie. "What do we do with these?"

 

[Never]

Mission took a hold of the reigns before climbing upon her horse, bringing her arm around Correll she took a hold of them with both her hands and whispered in the boy's ear, "You can go back to sleep if you like, I'll wake you when we get there..." If they get there. She clicked her tongue and Ludo started to move back out of the forest.

As she moved back out onto the road they were travelling down she spotted the Armoured Corpse of one of the Scorched Riders, however it's decapitated head was no longer around. She also couldn't spot the Armour that had black water spilling from it anymore either, and there was no more signs of that water in the road anywhere - she would've assumed it soaked into the ground, but it was dryer than a content spotted Lither. Almost like all the moisture had been sucked out of it. This troubled the Hound, but she quickly turned the head of her horse in a direction and they trotted off on the road, "Let's go boy." Ludo picked up speed and began to gallop.

---

Guilty wasn't exactly over the moon to see the short tall elf return, though she went back to her book. So it seemed. As Esra moved out of the Wagon, Guilty quickly snuck up to the exit and peaked out over the step - watching them walk off she was half tempted to follow. But the Goblin kept to herself and flipped over, leaning against the door she let out a sigh and moved back over to her book and as she glanced over Quiet was there, sitting by the book.

Guilty crouched by him, "What matter?"

The Bird didn't say anything and just looked at Guilty.

"Yes yes, Guilty is sure."

The Bird tilted it's head.

"It was Quiet Idea first, blame Quiet self."

The Bird rolled it's shoulders and then trotted away from Guilty and climbed into Mal's cot. He made himself at home in a sense and just relaxed there, playing with it's Knife.

Eventually Guilty heard activity outside and she quickly ran over to the door and looked outside, they were back and across from the Wagon they were in Mircea making comments to the small tall elf which caused the Goblin to giggle loudly. She stopped realising she may have helped wake someone, a familiar tired voice to her coming from the opposite Wagon - she stretched her neck up and saw Blu. The Goblin smiled sadly and quickly scurried over the balconies and into the Wagon. She short of barged passed Mircea's leg on the way and hopped up, stretching her arms into the air at the half awake Impline.

"BLUE DEMON! IT GUILTY!"

---

Arbonath looked at Mal, stroking his chin for a moment. "Slide them into my Wagon, I can use em for something and if not. Firewood. Thank you Mal, our residents should be able to sleep soundly today." Arbonath was on the last door, this one was having a couple issues as he had to replace the hinges completely. So he got back to work on it, he was getting a bit tired of driving all day and now fixing up these wooden doors. "If ya wanna do somethin' else for me, fix me up a brew or something would be appreciated."

 

[Wert]

"Ugh," Correll's hand came to rub his ear, speaking in a tired state of mind, "Could you not do that? It's hard enough to ignore you sitting right there." He grumbled, his brows scrunched with a grimace on his face. He kept his own balance on the horse as Ludo started galloping, focusing in what was ahead. The caravans hopefully hadn't taken the others too far from where they were.

----

Blu had a delayed response, still waking up from his rest. "Guilty!" He exclaimed sleepily, wrapping her in a hug around the neck for a moment and letting go. "How'd you get here? Where's your frog?"

Mircea and Esra watched the two curiously, "how do you know her?"

"Me and Mission were hunting the same stag as Guilty and met her in the forest at Lythrope." Blu pinpointed where Mircea was because of his eyes which shimmered in the dark.

"Aww," Esra said, "I'm glad you already know each other, maybe Guilty can settle in better with you around."

Mircea nodded, raising a hand from the crossed position along his chest to flick into the air. The small lanterns that were attached to the backs of the caravan's wagons lit up one by one, giving the group some light.

---

"Ay, I'll put them there," Mal nodded, taking the wood into Arbonath's wagon and placing them onto the floor gently. He wasn't worried about damaging the wood more, but didn't want Arbonath's trinkets to get knocked about from carelessly throwing them in there. He then moved to make tea, watching the lights emerge. He came back some minutes later with a small cup in his hand, giving it to Arbie, "It's fire herb tea, better when it's hot." He didn't bring up the fact that he used Mircea's alchemy station to make it, not sure if the dwarf would be pleased with that.

 

[Never]

Mission smirked at rolled her eyes at his comment, she didn't mean to tease the boy if that was how he felt, "Ah Correll. I can't help it. Anyway you're a bit too young for me, don't think anything of it." She let out a quiet laugh which was more like amused air escaping from her nose. Ludo made ground across the road for a long while - she followed the wagon tracks as they were easy - bringing her to a sign for a village she slowed to read. It was passed dusk now and she squinted in the distance, seeing unnatural light in the distance.

"Really hope they decided to stay here." She continued on.

---

Guilty patted Blu's back before he let go and looked him up and down, a funny sight to her still. She then looked to the other two and grinned, her fists pressed against her hips as she stood proudly,

"Yes yes, Guilty so trusty that she give new friends stag Guilty caught and only kept one antler for herself." The corner of her eye twitched in slight annoyance.

"Guilty look after little Blue Demon too." She ruffled his hair and then answered his earlier question, "Brutus is over there." Guilty points to the Wagon she just came from. "Busy studying with Guilty."

---

As Mission approached the Village, she saw guards at it's entrance - one with a hooded lantern approached her as she came closer. Coming to meet her. She tutted and whispered in Correll's ear again, she had to for this, "Go along with me." She pulled his hood up over his head and from behind all Correll would be able to here was light sobbing.

"Halt! What's your business here?"

Mission looks up from having her head pressed against the back of the boy's - her face scrunched up in fear and sadness, tears in her eyes and down her cheek. Her voice in distress, "Shelter! Please! We got attacked on the road by Bandits - I only just managed to fight them off with my boy! Please please."

"Oh shit. Go, go in - you're not the first these bandits have been attacking." The guard turns at the others and nods, "Get some rest, you're safe here sweetheart."

"Oh thank you so much." Mission rode Ludo in passed the Village exterior and as soon as she was out of sight her demeanour returned to normal, she wiped her face with the collar of her shirt. "How chivalrous."

---

The Dwarf finished twisting a screw in place and then placed his tools down, sitting on the Balcony of the Storage Wagon now and taking the tea from Mal with a grin, "Aye, thank yer muchly Mal." He brought it to his lips, blowing air over it - the tea rippling and the steam dispersing for a short moment before slowly rising from the freshly brewed drink. He took a quick sip.

"Mmmm The Good Stuff. Think I'm almost done, I'll probably do the other issues another time - but the important stuff is done. Not gonna lie to you, I'm pretty knackered. Mircea can drive tomorrow." The Dwarf's eyes squinted for a moment as he saw someone approaching in the distance, it was hard to see in the dark - but as they got closer his curiosity turned into a smile.

"Ah. They made it too it seems."

Mission approached with Correll on Ludo - riding up to both Mal and Arbonath. She smiled at them both, but spoke to Arbonath finding the delicate Teacup in his big dwarfish hands amusing.

"Glad to see you're in one piece." Mission then looked at Mal, "You too, gorgeous."

 

[Wert]

Correll felt annoyed. After all he had said it in hopes that she'd back off, and not as a pull for sympathy or suggestion. He ignored the annoyance, though the frown on his face probably helped when they ran into the guards. The male took note of Mission's ability to cry on cue as if it were something to be impressed about, the majority of his face hidden beneath the hood. He chuckled some at her comment, pushing the hood from his head when they were out of sight, his attention focused on the lights ahead.

----

Blu laughed lightly when Guilty ruffled his hair, his gaze coming to peek into the opposite wagon. He couldn't see the frog, but he believed that it was probably there somewhere.

"Well," Esra yawned, "It's my turn to rest now. Oh, right, Guilty?" the sprite waited to catch her attention, "You can stay in our wagon, your friend can stay with Bast and Mal. I think Mircea can agree with this arrangement?"

Mircea nodded, "Sounds good enough."



Mal nodded at Arbonath, "He probably knows the area better, anyways." He settled beside the dwarf, leaning against the wall of the storage wagon, "It's nice to be out of the wagons." His attention shifted, looking to the distance as a horse approached. The big man's brows scrunched a little at Mission's odd greeting, giving her a nod. He looked at Correll who seemed uncomfortable, or well, more uncomfortable than usual.

"Mal," Correll said somewhat seriously at first, his voice changing some, "I can't feel my legs."

Mal chuckled and moved to pull Correll from the horse's back by his shoulders, placing him onto the ground where the blonde started stretching his legs.

"I hate riding on horses," Correll grumbled, pushing down against his shin.

"Just gotta' get used to it, kid," Mal said, patting his head and ignoring Correll's snarky mimicking, "I'm glad you two are safe."

Correll softened some, a partial smile on his face, "Thank you, Mal." He straightened himself and looked to Arbonath, "Happy to see none of you are hurt as well."

"I was, I've just been healed." He patted his stomach, "No one else is injured, though."

"Healed by who?" Correll asked, confusion in his voice.

"Agh, another elf Esra knows somehow."

The blonde nodded, taking in a long inhale before moving passed them to the other wagons, "I'm going to my bed."

Mal chuckled as the kid walked off, "he likes the caravans too much."

..

Correll looked over the side of the middle wagons, noticing the small group of people talking there, "Why are you awake? Who is that?"

Esra and Blu chimed, "Correll!" The moment they noticed him. The sprite quickly leaped at him, hugging him around the neck. Correll caught her so she didn't swing around, patting her back.

"I was so worried, I could barely distract myself!" Esra said, "Mission is okay, too, right?"

"Yes, she's perfectly Mission-y." Correll commented, placing Esra back onto the balcony. Blu wanted to hug him as well, but the human seemed less than pleased by Esra's attack. The impline moved to look around them, trying to see Mission for himself.


"I'm glad you two are safe," Mircea spoke gently, "Since you've returned, I'll be heading to bed. On dhea'lam, 'en." He gave a small wave as he moved passed them, heading to his own wagon.

 

[Never]

Mission slid off the Horse after Correll was brought off it too, she stretches her arms and moves around - listening to Correll with a smile on her face. She was strangely cheerful tonight, though a slight expression of guilt crossed her face when Mal mentioned being injured. Though the fact that everyone was okay after being attacked means that her plan held some form of substance. She looked over the Caravan and it looked pretty okay for the most part.

"I don't blame him, they're quite. Cosy." She watched the blonde boy walk away and then turned her attention to Mal and Arbonath. "You both look like shit."

"OI!" Arbonath interrupted himself by sipping some tea, "Why are you so peppy??"

"Ah. Is it obvious?"

"A lil, it's weird for a moody guts like you." The dwarf turned his attention away from her, like he didn't enjoy her happy mood.

Mission covered her face with her hand, "Sorry. Old habits die hard. I get slightly thrilled, I can't help it." She uncovered her face and kept her attention on Mal, letting out a sigh, "Sorry you got hurt.... What happened?"

Mission's expression went back to it's usual neutral self, an aura of seriousness from her now. Mainly from her thoughts going to thinking about everyone's safety and mindset instead of the thrill of the fight she was in - especially since it was basically a success for her. Though without Correll it might've been a little harder to get away from the weird water creatures.

---

Guilty clapped her hands together, "Yes yes Guilty okay with sleeping arrangements. You people all so nice to Guilty & Quiest already!"

Her attention was then drawn to the new person she had not seen yet, a blonde boy with a look that could kill medusa. The mention of Mission from everyone perked her ears up, she was wondering where that angry lady had gotten to. Slightly looking forward to her reunion with the Huntress, mainly to watch her squirm again. Guilty smiled at the thought.

The Goblin looked up and waved at Mircea, "Good night!" she then looks at Correll and extends her hand, "My name Guilty, nice to meet you."

 

[Wert]

"Got a bit careless when I shouldn't have, got stabbed in the gut," Mal shrugged, not sure how to feel about her obvious, swaying moods.


"Night, Mircea." Correll said, handing him the sheathed rapier as he passed by. Correll looked at the goblin's hand before taking it into his own, giving it a good few shakes, "I'm Correll." He let go, some exhaustion on his features as he looked at the three there, "I'm going to sleep, I'm tired." He climbed onto the balcony, rustling Blu's hair as he passed him. His cot was a few feet off from him when he plopped onto it, the wood shaking from the impact.

"Me too, we've got a long ways to go tomorrow." Esra said, covering her mouth as she yawned and followed Correll into the wagon. She removed her shoes before getting into bed, placing them under the cot before coiling under the blanket. Silte moved to his pillow, not liking the disturbance.


Blu glanced at Guilty before sitting down, content with waiting on Mission's return. His tail coiled around him, his arms hugging his legs with his chin resting on his knees.

 

[Never]

Mission nodded, she sort of expected a bit more of a briefing - then again, after a fight it was what she was used to. She probably should get out of that mindset, it would only make people more suspicious of her if she started treating them like a squad. "Ah. Well, get some rest soon. I'm going to hit the hay."

Feeling slightly awkward, she walked passed them - her horse following as they moved passed the Wagons. Arbonath shuffled back around and looked at Mal.

"Strange lass. I'm going to finish this door and then head to sleep me-self."

---

From seeing everyone decide to go bed, it sort of hit the Goblin at how tired she actually was too. As she wished Esra goodnight she let out a yawn and her eyes fluttered, she met glances with Blu and watched as he sat and waited. Guilty smiled and sat on the balcony opposite, giving him some company until he got what he was waiting for.

Mission came around the corner of one of the Wagon's she had purposely walked passed where she was staying going towards the light to see if she could find the Impline. As the balconies were revealed so was the boy sitting there with his knees crossed looking in her direction. Even though everyone had been saying no one else was hurt, it was relief on her heart that she saw for herself the boy in good condition.

As she approached she sped up her walking speeding, her arms moving out to grasp around the boy to pull him into an embrace. "Blu, you're okay."

 

[Wert]

"Alright, I'll be keeping an eye on the caravans," Mal said, a finger coming to scratch his forehead, "Rest well, friend." He moved to begin looking around the outside of the caravans, coming to wave at one of the children who took notice of the man patrolling. His head shook when the child ran away, a small smile on his features.

----

A large grin grew on Blu's face when Mission came into view, "Mission!" He happily embraced her, clinging to her neck, "I am, You should've heard it! There were so many loud noises and Mircea was ready to shoot an arrow at anything that came too close! I had to make sure you were okay, too." He loosened his grip around her, "Look! Guilty is here, too. She's coming with us to Ye-fe-" He struggled to pronounce the name, his tongue seeming to fumble around in his mouth, "Yefa doori, yefandoore..yefadorei! The elf city....Anyways, are you tired? You're not hurt, right?"

---

Mircea sat on his bed, a hand tracing over the chest while the other poured a bitter drink into his mouth from a flask. The dark wood was smooth against his fingers, not a splinter to be found. Amber runes gave off a pulsating warmth as he drew closer to them, a faint glow coming from the bound metal. Something within him festered, stirring the calm expression on the man's long face. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach was growing with each passing day, never ceasing as much as he tried to hide it. It was becoming more tiresome to try, something he needed distraction from. Time would have him yet, he thought. A breath of exhaustion escaped him as a huff, pulling his hand from the cold wood. He placed the metal flask down and rubbed his face, lowering himself further onto the bed and letting sleep take him.

 

[Never]

"Don't forget to get some rest yerself Mal!" The Dwarf said as he walked away. Arbonath sat comfortably and shook his head, finishing what remained of his tea over a few minutes and eventually set his cup to the side. He pulled up his britches as he stood up and went back to working on the door - humming a tune to himself. His thwacked the hammer into the wood as he put new hinges into it.

---

Mission would've happily watched Blu struggle trying to pronounce Yefadorei, but he mentioned another variable which as quite hard to swallow until she turned and saw the Goblin. Her eyes narrowed at the little green Beast who was just sitting there, grinning back at her with a wide smile. Mission uttered under a harsh whisper, "You."

With a proud expression, Guilty replies, "Yes. It Guilty."

Mission's features had suddenly become a little fatigued at the thoughts that lied ahead, she looked back at Blu. His concern for her was cute, "I am fine, I beat up the bad guy. Mission always wins." She winked at the boy, a quick confidence fleeting on her expression, her shoulders sank again, "Though, I'm knackered."

"Guilty tired too. Guilty head to bed." She stands up and stretches, strolling back into the wagon.

Mission snaps her head back at Blu, a pause - her eye almost twitching, "Why is SHE here???"

"Guilty Save everyone!" The Goblin walks back out holding her book, a Frog sitting on her head as she crosses the balconies and into the opposite Wagon she was just in.

Mission didn't really believe her or couldn't imagine what the Goblin could do or is capable of at this moment. Her eyebrow arched, though she turned her attention to the Impline once again. "Want to piggy-back to my Wagon? Tell me everything on the way." She turned showing her back, her arms rocking back and her hands gesturing, "Come on."

 

[Wert]

Blu nodded and climbed onto her back, wrapping his arms loosely around her neck. He gently rested his chin between his arm and her neck, "Well, I was in Arbonath's room with Mircea and Esra. I fell asleep at first so I don't know what happened, but I woke up from a loud bang that came from the back wagons. Nettle pulled my hair a lot, too, and kept making weird noises." He paused to catch his breath, "We could hear them fighting, especially when Foxy was running on the roof. She's so big it's easy to tell it was her- she shook us. I was scared, even when Esra kept saying it'd be okay, 'cause I didn't want anyone to get hurt. It was a lot of noise, and then it was really quiet." He sighed some, "Mircea almost shot Bast when he came to tell us it was okay, and that 'stowaways helped'. I think he was talking about Guilty." Blu's tail gently hung below him, coiling slowly. His attention was caught as the lights on the caravan faded, becoming dim. He wondered if it was because Mircea had fallen asleep.


Meanwhile, a presence had intruded on the caravans. It slithered among the darkness of the shaded wagons with focus, studying the sleeping inhabitants. Only silence followed its movements, and yet it sought shelter under an occupied pillow when one of the inhabitants returned, wary of making itself known. A big human glanced inside of the wagon with a brow raised before gently sliding the door closed, continuing his patrol on the outside. The creature relaxed, making itself at home beneath the warmth of the pillow for the night.

 

[Never]

Mission listened as Blu went on about what had happened, his energy was quite a lot - though he did mention being asleep and was probably a little pumped with adrenaline. She continued to the Wagon she was staying in and reaching for a grip to pull herself up; opening the door and ducking a lot lower than normal so that Blu wouldn't smack his head. Bringing the boy into the wagon. It was empty, Mission realised she hadn't seen Foxy in a while either. Though she was content that everyone was okay. She let the boy down and began to take her Gauntlets off.

"That does sound quite scary." Mission thought about the 'stowaways', it sounded like the Goblin actually did help. She let out a little defeated sigh and made the note to thank her later. With a thud she put the Gauntlets down, "Blu. We all want you to be safe. And I'm not going to lie to you, there will be people like that again... I haven't said it to you directly, but I promise to protect you." She looks at the child, it was probably confusing him what she was saying. But she needed to be clear and he may not understand right now, she hoped what she said stuck with him until he did.

Everything that happened with Alter, could happen again with Blu and the separation she felt even though it was half a day, hurt her and made her feel unsure, "I'll stand by your side from now on, I won't stray as far as I did today." She undid her belt and placed her sword leaning against the side and her dagger under her pillow. She sat on her cot and looked at him, waiting for some form of response really, she was still struggling to treat him as a child.

 

[Wert]

Blu's head tilted slightly, his expression somewhat confused as he leaned. His eyes darted away from her to the large cots for a moment, a hand raising to scratch behind his ear, "I understand, I think, but Mission, what is going to happen if I get angry like Alter did? You know, when I start growing." The kid's tail hovered over the floor, "I've only been angry a few times, and said stuff I shouldn't have said. What if I say or do something that makes you leave?" He was picking at his own fingers now, his eyes looking at the floor at his left.

 

[Never]

Mission thought about it. Blu knowing the truth, it would eventually become a reality especially the more she spends around him and she will never know how he will react. Her expression turned sad and then she forced a smile as he looked down. She slides off her cot and approaches him, taking his little hands in hers.

"I will put up with it, no matter how much a bratty adolescent you become. Though I can't promise that I'll be around forever, I'm good at fighting but I'm not the best and I sure as hell aren't immortal. So when I... fall... I want you to be ready or safe. Or both. And I will do whatever it takes, to the best of my ability."

She lets go of his hands. Her breath shaky, "Anyway, enough of all that. You're not tired are you?"

 

[Wert]

Blu nodded, unable to form a vocal response to Mission's words. He smiled up at her instead, a small smile that let her know he did understand at least most of what she said. The impline shook his head at her last question, "Not really..I fell asleep when everything was over with. I just woke up before you got here." He glanced at the cot and then back to Mission, "You can sleep if you're tired, I'll stand guard for any intruders!"

 

[Never]

That's going to really mess with his sleeping pattern Mission thought. "Well, how noble of you." She felt bad going to sleep, but she really was tired and her muscles ached a little, from the fighting and riding and her rest that wasn't really a rest. "Keep your eyes keen young knight."

She got into her cot and lay down, she didn't sleep straight away - glancing at Blu every now and then until her fatigue took her.

 

[Wert]

"Rest well," Blu gently laughed, moving to sit on the end of Mission's cot. He fiddled with the crystals wrapped around his wrist, staring at the door to the wagons. Eventually he joined her in lying down, though he didn't fall asleep until the middle of the night. The caravans grew silent then, ending the day entirely and leading into a long journey.

It took them two weeks to reach Yefadorei. They made stops to camp, and ones to entertain and gather coin from towns and villages along the way. In that period of time, Blu studied in many things. Mission continued training him in hunting and sword fighting, which he came to form a mixed emotion for. Esra taught him in reading, writing, and continued study on the different species in the realm. Bast continued teaching him how to use his glamour safely, though this often made him tired so it was done later in the day. Even Mircea taught him some things when the boy showed interest in his alchemy book, learning a few things about herbs local to the Westlands. Though his identity was hidden beneath a glamour, he was exposed to many new things and people. Yet, his lack of socialization showed itself with other children he met a few days before their arrival, Blu having been scolded by his companions when he'd shown a mean streak with a few village kids who wanted to play with him.

Today began sometime after sunrise, when Mircea and Esra woke the inhabitants to prepare for entry into Yefadorei. According to the elf, they were nearly reaching the patrols. Bast had given Blu a fright when he woke the child looking oddly different, his ears longer and pointed, his sharp eyes a vibrant shade of blue. The two conversed for a bit before he placed a glamour over Blu as well, changing the boy's skin, eyes, and hair color. Esra ran around making sure everyone looked presentable, most of the inhabitants choosing one of the casual outfits she'd chosen for them to begin with. They now sat in wait as the caravans drew closer to the gates.

"Halt!" A guard stopped Mircea, the elf bringing the horses to a pause, "What business do you have here?" The guard was armored in silver, staring at Mircea from between the gap in his helmet. Another guard came to join him.

"I'm simply visiting my home with a few friends," Mircea said, watching the guards glance at each other, "Ah, right. I'm Mircea Limmeadow, better known in Yefadorei as Mircea L'dheam."

"You're a L'dheam?" One of the guards asked skeptically, this skepticism turning to silence when the other guard elbowed his side.

"Durlahn, felasil! Look at the ring on his finger!" This guard seemed more observant, seeing as Mircea had been waving his ringed hand around while he spoke. He cleared his throat before continuing, "We'll need to inspect your wagons and companions."

"Alright," Mircea said, tying off the reigns as he spoke, "I have eleven people including myself. We do have weapons in the caravans." He hopped from the seat, the observant guard following him as he called for the others to come out, "Come out, the guards wish to see you!"

The first to come out of the caravans was Esra. The sprite had a happy pep to her step, clothed in one of her more elfish dressed as she gestured for the others to follow her, waving at Foxy on the roof. Correll came after her, fully clothed in a dark, layered tunic and rubbing his shoulder as if it were sore. Esra gave him a pat on the arm, making the boy relax some. Bast was next, and then Mal, both dressed in elegant yet casual outfits. Blu came out with mission, his hair which was usually snow white and loose had been change a vibrant orange and swept to the side, parts of it braided away from his face. His skin had been changed to a gray tone, amber eyes now hazel. He held Mission's wrist, watching as the others gathered.

The other guard joined them, looking over the group with obvious surprise, "Ah...uh, you have three humans?"

"Yes, and three elves, including myself," Mircea said, turning to gently gesture a hand to Esra, "This is Lady Alfdorn, she can also vouch for them."

"I can. Divines forbid, If anything happens, I will take responsibility," Esra said, giving a slight bow to the guard. The observant one had moved to look through the caravans, coming out of the back wagon. He gave a signal to the other, letting him know it wasn't much out of the ordinary inside.

"You also have a dwarf," The clueless guard spoke again, "I'm unsure if they qualify as humans..." He had a judging tone about him.

"If they do, I can vouch for him," A slightly familiar voice spoke from behind the guard, making the metaled man quickly turn around. Tillian stood with a hand resting on the hilt of his sword, a serious look on his face, "If Lady Alfdorn's word isn't enough, put my name to it. My brother is quite interested in meeting her companions."

"Sir," The guard seemed somewhat nervous by Tillian's presence, looking back to the other guard who had just made it back to the group, speaking up, "Gladly, Lord Tillian, but we'll need an assigned place for the caravans."

Tillian looked at Mircea and then the wagons, turning his head back to the guard, "The wagons can stay on my property, there is room. I also suggest that you show more respect to their names," He glared at the judgmental guard, "Travelers or not, they still hold more weight here than you."

The guard nodded, "Understood, Lord Tillian."

The observant guard nodded and pushed the other forward, coming to smack the man's helmet when they were some distance ahead.

"Very well, then," Tillian said, "They'll be opening the gates. I'll guide you to my home so you can..leave the caravans there."

"Thank you, Tillian," Esra said, a smile on her face. The high elf nodded, turning on his heels and walking towards the gates. The caravans inhabitants, whether they entered the wagons again or not, followed after him. Mircea lead the horses on with Arbie.


Blu was in awe at the city. He had climbed onto the seat with Mircea so he could see, curiosity taking control. At first it was massive walls of faded white stone, big enough to make Foxy look normal sized. The gates spread with a loud creaking of metal and wood, opening up to a bustling city. Buildings were large and an array of colors, the most common being gray, browns, and white. Grass and flowers still bloomed in the city beside the stone streets, buildings built around and in trees in a few places. The people were mostly high elves, tall and elegant, but there were also other species mingled inside the crowds, small and tall, fat and thin, different colors and voices dancing with each other. Blu held onto Mircea's sash, looking forward and above where another layer of the city stood, merging into the lower city seamlessly. The people moved out of the way as the caravans made it through, Blu looking at the people as they passed.
Reaching the second layer of the city, the buildings seem to grow with it, but the space between each building also grew. Tillian lead them to one of the larger buildings, surrounded by a wall and speared gate. He opened the gate, letting the caravans in where they pulled into a curved trail beside the house, stopping at the edge of a smaller gate. Blu glanced at the garden behind the gate, the verdure growing over the sides of the walls and up the building. Tillian looked at Blu, a brow raising before Esra left the wagons, catching his attention.

"Ahh, it's good to be home," Esra said looking up at the very large building.

"Home?" Mircea asked, hopping off and patting one of the horses.

"Do they not know?" Tillian's brows scrunched some more.

"Nope!" Esra said, hands fixing the skirt of her dress. She sighed, waiting for at least most of the others to join them. "Now, before we head inside, or anywhere else, there's something I want to say. I am married...to a high elf," she didn't seem proud of the fact, but also lacked shame in her expression despite the confused look on some of their faces, "It's a very complicated story, and no, we don't-...Do as married couples do. We're friends. So no questions like that, okay? He's a sickly man, and it will be pretty obvious, but please try to refrain from asking about it too much. I don't know how he will respond to it."

"Ah," Mircea looked concerned, glancing around at the others, "Understood, Esra.."

Esra gave a hard nod, "Now, there's plenty of room for everyone here. So, no staying in the caravans unless you feel you must."

 

[Never]

Overtime Arbonath fixed the Wagons up so that they were looking fresh and even gave them a fresh coat of paint so it didn't look as battle worn as it did. When Mission wasn't teaching Blu she had gone on scouting runs with Foxy & Quiet to make sure they weren't further attacked, the worst they came across were bandits which they easily dispatched. Guilty studied her book as usual and tried her hand at wowing the others on the Caravan, especially Esra when she could anyway as well as working with the Dwarf to learn things about what he could do and vice-versa. Brutus croaked a bunch.

Mission was up for the day and was getting dressed into something more presentable, something Esra had got for her. She was wearing a sleeveless crimson leotard that exposed her hips, it covered her back with black lacing up the spine, the front leaving an opening between her bust and tied around the neck. Her lucky charm hung around her neck and nestled over her exposed skin, up her left arm a full metal Gauntlet that covered the majority of the limb except for the shoulder - the other arm was bare, her rings on her hands however. On her bottoms she wore low hanging trousers, her armed belt keeping them up - they were a similar pair to the one's Esra got Foxy - various shades of black stripes and tight but with more utility for the soldier. Her black boots were short and had bits of ornate metal decorating the toe tips.

As Blu came in to collect her she was sitting, tying up her hair with thin blades stuck through the bun. Strands of hair draped from it against the back of her neck. She stood up bent over so she didn't bash her head and walked over to him, holding her arm out as he took her wrist.

Foxy was wearing her second outfit that Esra had picked out for her, she was sitting on the roof of the Caravan as they were presented to the guards and allowed in. Mission felt strange, it was like gaining entrance to the party before gaining entrance to the party. She didn't have a good opinion on Yefadorei's policies to limit the travel of Humans into it's city. As shitty as the things the Humans have done, at least they didn't discriminate in their kingdoms, besides. All races have their bad sides, this can be added to the elves. She sucked on her gums, her petty thinking getting to her slightly she squeezed Blu's hand a little as they were allowed to go in.

Arbonath growled, "A Dwarf ain't a human, we have our own culture and you elves are arrogantly closer to Humans, and you know that ya little pointy eared cu..."

Foxy poked the top of his head causing him to stop, his reaction to it would probably look exaggerated to people who didn't know Foxy.

Guilty had come out in a very small white suit, her pants we black and a little baggy, though it suited her short stature. Her coattails hung really low and drug along the floor though the coat itself fit her perfectly and underneath a lovely black shirt with white flower embroidery decorating it. This was made from her magic of course, she presented herself proudly, though she had nothing on her feet and her big goblin toes hung out. There was a Raven sitting on her big ear and a Frog in her hair.


Mission watched as Blu ran up and sat with Mircea as he lead the Wagons into the City. She walked towards them herself, grabbing onto one of the handles, planting her foot on the balcony she hung from it - taking in the sights. It was beautiful, but she didn't have a visible expression of awe on her face. She glanced up as Foxy passed over still on top of the Wagons, pacing along their roofs. Guilty leaned against the seat at the front of Wagon, peering over Blu's shoulders whilst leaning her her arms. She was in awe with the boy too, never seeing anything like this herself either.

As they troupe was led into the property, Mission hopped off the Wagon balanced herself and then helped Mircea guide it into a snug parking spot. When it stopped, Guilty, Foxy and Arbie hopped off onto the ground. The Dwarf immediately retreated into his Wagon.

Foxy shook her head and then looked down at the Goblin who was walking around in a circle, her hands clutching her coat collar as she tried to do some exaggerated walk in her fancy clothes. Though their attention was caught by some very juicy news. Foxy's eyes and expression lit up whilst Guilty's turned to confusion and slight disgust. And in unison they both spoke in their opposing tones of voice;

"WHAT?! MARRIED!!!?"

Guilty kicks the dirt, "Guilty stay out her and read book." She sadly walks back to the Wagon she stayed in, a dramatic peer over her shoulder at the house before turning her head back towards the ground. She muttered, "Worst day ever."

Whereas Foxy was way too excited to ask questions, but the Sprite had limited what she questions should be asked and to behave. And because Foxy was paranoid about what she was going to ask even though most of it was innocent, she bottled it. She didn't breath and nodded.

Mission had approached too, though she just nodded respectfully. She knew of a few relationships like that herself and was almost put in one similar - she refused it however, her father was angry with her for a while but he got over it. She looks over at the Wagons for a moment before speaking with amusement in her voice,

"I'm sure the rest will join us when they feel comfortable, I however am quite curious to see your abode young Mrs... Lead the way." Mission smiles and turns her attention to Foxy after catching her in her peripheral acting funny, "You okay beaut?"

Foxy takes in a big inhale of breath, her voice slightly squeaky, "Fine thanks."

 

[Wert]

Blu didn't move from his seat at first, his gaze fixated on the garden as some of the others left the wagons. Movement from higher up caught his attention, his eyes looking up into a large, arched window where a tall figure stood watching the impline's companions. His head titled, the figure soon walking out of view when Esra spoke about marriage. The child climbed down from the wagon to catch up with the others, standing beside Bast and listening to her speak. Their marriage contradicted what Esra had taught him about species, causing confusion to stir within him. She also didn't look too happy about bringing it up, at least not to the boy. He held his arm, Bast coming to pat his head and giving him a slight smile. The man had been oddly quiet again recently, even during their studies. Blu wondered if it was a pattern for Bast to act this way when uncomfortable.

"Well," Esra spoke, breaking Blu's thoughts and calling his attention forward, "Lets go." She turned and lead them on into the home. Blu tried not to be surprised at the size of it, but compared to Esra it was disproportionate. The first thing he noticed was that it was an open space, large windows let light pour in against the stone and smooth wood flooring which added to the thought. Pillars looked to provide stability, aligned neatly in areas of the home where various decor and plants were placed. Paintings lined some of the walls, pictures of elves and creatures Blu had never seen, framed with wood and what looked like satin. A staircase led into the second story which was open at the center, giving a view of the ceiling and railings from below, but the stairs also hid the halls behind it, seeming to pool outwards towards the entryway, a green embroidered rug covering the center of the steps. It was far prettier inside Esra's home than the outside would lead you to believe, Blu noted.

Tillian cleared his throat, taking some steps forward, "I'll let him know you've arrived."

Esra scoffed, "I can tell him myself, Tilly!" She looked to be somewhat pouty, her hands on her hips as she looked up at the high elf. Their voices echoed in the silence of the home.

"There's no need, I know you're here," A smooth voice said over the railings on the second floor, a gloved hand soon coming into view as the figure from before made his way down. There was a singular, light thudding that followed his descent, soon revealing itself to be from a wooden cane held in the man's hand. Blu took the view of this man in as he approached. He was taller than Tillian and Mircea, with straight, blonde hair that was braided passed his stomach. His features were willowy and sunken, even Blu could tell he wasn't very healthy. Layers of thin robes hung over the man's body, hiding the majority of his skin. The hand that held his cane was missing a finger, a green gem wrapped around the nub as a ring that matched the gem at his collar.

"Feleandal!" Esra gave a mouth full of a name, running up to meet the man who smiled down at her, removing his hand from the rail to gently touch her head.

"Esra, as lively as ever," Feleandal chuckled weakly, some liveliness of his own shown as he looked up to the others, "Welcome to our home! I hope it brings you comfort after your long journey. Esra was kind enough to send a letter before your arrival," He continued to walk, making it off of the staircase with Esra by his side, "I've had the guest rooms prepared for you, feel free to look around as well. Now," He seemed to relax some, looking over the group, "Do you have any questions, or in need of anything?"

 

[Never]

Arbonath was finally free, after working for a few weeks on upkeep on the Wagons as they travelled to Yefadorei - he could now relax a bit and work on his project which he had mostly put off since Lythorpe. The Tarp over it in the middle of his wagon, he threw it off revealing the big lump of intricate pieces of metal and wood lying there on the floor. It looked like a mess, but Arbonath grinned and his eyes lit up.

"Ah yes."

He quickly grabbed his tools and got down on his knees, sticking his spanner into the pile - nothing budged as he stuck it perfectly into a gap between two pieces and began to tighten. A glow emerged from the device as he tightened it got brighter and brighter, it lit up Arbie's face as he happily stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth.

---​

Mission followed Esra into her home and looked around - the home was simply beautiful and very big. It had been a very long time since she was welcomed into a place like this unless it was to guard it. It was hard to believe she was going to be staying here and even with how big and gorgeous it looked it still baffled her that there were enough rooms for all of them - or it is what the High Elf Feleandal made seem.

Esra's husband. She assumed it was him, though not what Mission was expecting. Esra was right about him being a sickly individual, but it still surprised her to see an Elf so... graceful yet fickle. She was curious about what it was that had made him like this, though it would be rude at this time to ask about it. Foxy stepped forward, a nervous expression on her face raising a hand to ask a question,

"Um... not to be rude or forward, but is the bed you have for me going to be big enough?"

Mission tried not to visibly laugh and covered her mouth with her hand. Picturing Foxy in a normal sized bed in her mind, legs just hanging off the back. She managed to keep her composure and bowed her head at Feleandal.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Esra is a treasure to be around."

---​

Guilty was face down in her Wagon, arms lifelessly splayed out to the side, ears hugging the wooden floor. Her back jerked up and down as she dramatically sobbed onto the hard floor. A Raven was perched on her Tome which was leaned against the wall, it's head cocked to the side and it made a little caw sound. Guilty's head peeled off the ground, her features all scrunched and mouth sadly drooped as low as it could be. Tears in her eyes and wet all over her cheeks, there was smudged wetness all over the wood as she revealed her face looking towards the Raven.

"GUILTY DON'T NEED YOUR SASS"

The Raven fidgeted and then cawed again but louder.

"OH! AND QUIET KNOWS ABOUT TRUE LOVE!? HAHA QUIET NEED BE AS QUIET NAME SAYS! AND SHUT UP!"

The Raven would've rolled it's eyes if they weren't just pitch black globes. Guilty then screamed in pain as she looked over at her ear, there was a frog hanging off it with his mouth. She cursed at it and smacked it off quickly, the Frog flew across the air and landed on it's head about a meter away with a plap plap as it bounced on the wood.

 

[Wert]

A thin hand lifted from the elf's side, covering his lips slightly as he gave a gentle laugh. It left him with a small smile on his face, "You must be Ms. Foxy? I've had a room prepared- I do hope it will be a suitable accommodation for you." His blue gaze shifted to the other human woman who spoke, his smile widening some, "I'm glad she can bring light to so many different people. May I ask which of her companions you are?" Esra cleared her throat at his last words, calling his attention downwards towards her.

"You haven't introduced yourself," She gave a half smile.

"Oh yes, My apologies, I've completely forgotten," His expression hinted surprise, looking to their guests. Feleandal's free hand came to rest on his stomach as he spoke, "I'm Feleandal Naevyre, First son of Maelandre Naevyre." There was a pause in his words, his features shifting from thought, "Please, call me Felan. I know my name can become tiresome to repeat."

Esra giggled some, "You don't have to be so formal, Fella. Let me introduce my friends!" The sprite moved to stand in front of them, holding her hand in their directions as she named them off. Some of them bowed in greeting, such as Mircea and, oddly enough, Correll who went quite low with his bow. She event introduced the absent ones, describing them in detail to him.

Felan smiled, "A unique, wonderful group of people," He nodded to himself, "Ah, let me show you to your rooms. Afraid to say I may not be awake later to continue."

The sickly elf turned and began walking around the staircase to the halls behind it. He seemed to move quicker now that he wasn't scaling the steps, Blu took notice of the slight wobble to his cane. Esra and the group followed, Tillian staying behind near the entrance. Felan walked through the corridor as if he'd been there many times, familiarity to his steps; However, Blu was being nudged by Bast to follow every few steps, wanting to look at the different decorations and garden view from the windows. Felan paused at each available room, allowing them to choose for themselves which ones they thought suitable. That is, except for Foxy. He gestured for her to come with him to a room with a wide entrance. Blu peeked behind them, looking into the room as well as possible. It was rather large, big enough to fit at least two of his family's cottage in, with glass doors that connected to the gardens outside. Red curtains were drawn away from the windows, giving light to the tile floor and white walls. The bed was circular and took up a good portion of the room, layered in many pillows and blankets that looked soft to touch.

"I wasn't quite sure how tall you were," Felan admitted, his hand moving to his stomach again, "I mean no offense by the size of it."

Blu could understand why he said that, seeing as the bed itself looked big enough to fit all of their company onto it and then some. His eyes trailed to the windows again, moving passed them to peek outside at the garden. There was an array of colors blooming from the flowers, small, quick birds fluttering by to take a look. He opened the door, taking a step outside to try and get a closer look at the birds. They fled before he could reach them, leaving tiny tufts of feathers behind.

"Curiosity guides him," Mircea said to Felan, the high elf smiling to him in return.

"It's alright, he's only a child," Felan vocalized, his expression relaxed. A deep breath escaped him, causing Esra to gently pat the hand that tightly clasped his cane.

"Are you alright?" She asked, and he nodded in return, taking a moment to look away from the others before he recollected himself.


"There is one thing I wish to discuss with you," Felan said, addressing the others who hadn't left them, "I...have a favor to ask."

Esra looked concerned, taking a step to the side, "What is it?"

"Perhaps it would be best to let you settle in first, but I don't know when I will have the chance to ask again," He seemed ashamed of his words, his sharp lips frowning at their edges, "Your arrival was quite conveniently timed- for myself, that is...You see, king Mirion has sent me an invitation to attend a celebration for the eldest prince's birthday. However, I am not in a state to attend. At the very least, not alone."

"Fel," Esra's concern grew, "Are you sure?"

"I am," Felan said, "However, it is not just a birthday celebration. The prince's birthday is on the day of the guardian festival, but they are celebrating it separately as a means to keep the other nobles in line before that time."

"Ay, a way to make sure none of them try to harm the young prince?" Mircea have a partial question, his brows raising.

Felan was a quiet for a moment, looking away from Mircea, "Yes, exactly. I am not looked upon fondly by other nobles, my absence would not bode well should anything happen to the him."

"Are you wanting us to attend with you?" Bast said, a hint of annoyance in his tone that Mircea knocked out of him with a nudge to the ribs.

"Those of you that wish to, or can.." Felan answered with hesitation, "I would not be the only one bringing guests, many are invited to such events. Esra is also quite liked among a few families."

"Wait, are you a noble?" Bast asked, moving away from Mircea as he spoke.

"I am," Felan huffed, "Though, not a very useful one. I'm a distant cousin of the royal family, there's not much else to it."

Esra smiled some as Felan seemed more relaxed with his speaking, though she chimed in with excitement, "Well, even if they wont do it, I will! When's the party?"

"Tomorrow."