Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
GROWING PAINS
The doors slowly parted. Beyond them unfolded a long corridor, the walls lined with tapestries of silk, their colors still vivid against the soft glow of lantern light.
The floor was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the patterns of overhead lattice work. Flanking the hall on either side stood servants in traditional garb. Men and women in long, flowing robes and intricately embroidered gowns hurried to and fro, attending to various business around the Dragon compound.
"Ah! There you are." A voice cut through the splendor, belonging to a young, studious looking man in attendant garb, fiddling with the tassles of his tunic. "Thank you for coming. Right this way." Without delay, he turned on his heels and started off back into the compound. His steps were measured, his pace brisk. Each footfall echoed softly against the polished floor.
As they walked, the young man (whose name they learned was Li) described again what those in attendance already knew. He spoke about the mysterious Child and how he'd been taken into their care after he had been rescued from the clutches of mysterious persons by a small group of Azure Dragons. He told them about July 12th—a date most well known as the day that Lower Central was besieged by crazed Chimerics. On that day, Xuefeng, for reasons unknown, slipped his escort and escaped into Central District. How, upon his return, he'd been effectively grounded... And how well that had been going.
Li took a sharp turn, the narrow corridor giving way to a wide hall. The group passed by a room which would have been particularly stunning, if not for the fact that its walls, roof, and floor had been seemingly scorched, lacerated, and crumpled to the point of near disintegration. Li imperceptibly slowed his gaite, allowing those in his retinue time to gawk, if they wished.
"Master Yun had thought that it might be wise if we pursued... Alternative arrangements." In another life, Li would've made for a passable politician.
They passed the rest of the way in relative silence, navigating through a series of ornate halls and pristine, tranquil gardens, before coming upon a mostly deserted wing of the palace. A solitary guard stood watch outside of a large door adorned with the sigil of a Dragon. With a sniff, he unlocked and opened the way for them, leading them into a small antechamber—what appeared to be a former guest suite, once used to host foreign diplomats and other VIPs.
Xuefeng sat on the staircase, halfway to the second level. His tail twitched in agitation, his ears pinned low and back against his scalp. He glared daggers at Li, who visibly gulped.
"A-Ah! R-r-right, then! W-we s-shall leave you to it. Bye!" The door slammed shut, Li and the palace guard squarely on the opposite side of it. There was the sound of a lock clicking into place.
"Whadda you want?" The Child asked roughly. His Amestrian had improved.
The floor was polished to a mirror-like sheen, reflecting the patterns of overhead lattice work. Flanking the hall on either side stood servants in traditional garb. Men and women in long, flowing robes and intricately embroidered gowns hurried to and fro, attending to various business around the Dragon compound.
"Ah! There you are." A voice cut through the splendor, belonging to a young, studious looking man in attendant garb, fiddling with the tassles of his tunic. "Thank you for coming. Right this way." Without delay, he turned on his heels and started off back into the compound. His steps were measured, his pace brisk. Each footfall echoed softly against the polished floor.
As they walked, the young man (whose name they learned was Li) described again what those in attendance already knew. He spoke about the mysterious Child and how he'd been taken into their care after he had been rescued from the clutches of mysterious persons by a small group of Azure Dragons. He told them about July 12th—a date most well known as the day that Lower Central was besieged by crazed Chimerics. On that day, Xuefeng, for reasons unknown, slipped his escort and escaped into Central District. How, upon his return, he'd been effectively grounded... And how well that had been going.
Li took a sharp turn, the narrow corridor giving way to a wide hall. The group passed by a room which would have been particularly stunning, if not for the fact that its walls, roof, and floor had been seemingly scorched, lacerated, and crumpled to the point of near disintegration. Li imperceptibly slowed his gaite, allowing those in his retinue time to gawk, if they wished.
"Master Yun had thought that it might be wise if we pursued... Alternative arrangements." In another life, Li would've made for a passable politician.
They passed the rest of the way in relative silence, navigating through a series of ornate halls and pristine, tranquil gardens, before coming upon a mostly deserted wing of the palace. A solitary guard stood watch outside of a large door adorned with the sigil of a Dragon. With a sniff, he unlocked and opened the way for them, leading them into a small antechamber—what appeared to be a former guest suite, once used to host foreign diplomats and other VIPs.
Xuefeng sat on the staircase, halfway to the second level. His tail twitched in agitation, his ears pinned low and back against his scalp. He glared daggers at Li, who visibly gulped.
"A-Ah! R-r-right, then! W-we s-shall leave you to it. Bye!" The door slammed shut, Li and the palace guard squarely on the opposite side of it. There was the sound of a lock clicking into place.
"Whadda you want?" The Child asked roughly. His Amestrian had improved.
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