Take Back the Crown

In the back where she stood, Nameen's head perked up upon hearing the next riddle.  She an idea, one that had been the first thing to pop into her head.  She bit her lip, didn't riddles require more thought? 


Whispering, more to herself than anyone, she said:


"Is it a memory? Or-" suddenly another word came to her.  "Or history? Both can work-" 
 
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            "You would be correct with both." The Sphinx answered her, having heard her hushed tone, "Memory is history, and history is memory. In the past, made in the present, but the future can not change what is." She placed her claw, yet again, to her dark shaded lips, glancing up as she thought of the sixth riddle. Her mouth opened, displaying her razor sharp teeth, as she finally decided on one;


"The more there is the less you see."
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Phaedra's eyes had mostly been focused on the Sphinx in awe and reverence the moment they had entered the temple - its domain where it guarded the precious gemstone that they were there to retrieve. All the books she had read were right in the descriptions of the Sphinx, however they never quite captured the grandeur and beauty of the magical beast. Finally, after most the riddles had been solved, Phaedra collected herself enough to participate in the game - more than excited to jump right in. Nevermind that if she got the answers wrong she would be devoured, as Phaedra had no intentions of being wrong. Her eyes couldn't help but shift to the Sphinx's teeth as she spoke. What a beautiful creature - deadly grace.
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"Darkness." Her voice came out far louder than she had anticipated, echoing within the chamber. She gasped slightly, bringing her hands up to her lips before giving a nervous chuckle with a sheepish grin to accompany it. It seemed that she had caught herself by surprise, but she made a quick attempt to recover. "The answer is darkness."
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She quickly bit her tongue to prevent herself from barraging the Sphinx with questions. No doubt the creature wouldn't be too enthused to have her game interrupted, nor would she entertain her curiosity for very long. Still, the burning curiosity glistening in her eyes couldn't be missed by her companions but thankfully, the half-Sylph knew when to practice restraint.
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            "Correct, child of the wind." The Sphinx said flapping her wings slightly, amused at the young sylph's buzzing mind, so full of questions. Sensing her insatiable curiosity, the Sphinx offered a smile before continuing onto the next riddle, "I can see you a very curious individual. Any questions you have, I do not mind answering after this game."





"Feed me and I live,
yet give me a drink and I die."
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"Fire!" 


It was a cry, panicked. 


Her eyes filled with guilt.


Hearing the echoes of her shout, the huntress' expression turned icy, a glacial wall against the heat of her fear.


The images from the night before came flooding back; staring at the flames as she remembered her clan members falling to feed the tongues of blazing light. 


"The answer is fire... isnae it.."


She had been convinced she wouldn't get to answer any of the riddles. She had been purposely ignoring the Sylph and her answer, unconcerned with how right it might have been. Or how wrong.


But now she stood trembling before the great Sphinx, having screamed at her. She could have been devoured for her impudence.


Over what? Some shadowed nightmare of the past?


Face still an expressionless mask, the elf bowed low, ebony locks sweeping near her feet.


"Please forgive my outburst."


Oceana stood, looking the Sphinx dead in the eye.


"The answer is fire."


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            The Sphinx did not react. Perhaps it was partially because she was attune to the future, and knew of the outburst before it even happened, "You are correct, little elf. It is fire." She said calmly. But her eyes gazed into Oceana's, her memory, was the Sphinx's memory. It was merely a glance, a simple feeling exchanged, but the creature's voice rang clear in her head, 'and you must let your own fire, fueled by the shame, guilt, and regret of the past, finally die out.' She blinked, breaking contact. It was time for another riddle, only three more before the game was finished.





"What gets broken without being held?"
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Agitha loved this dangerous game of riddles. Watching the others with a small smile of amusement laced across her lips, her heart gave a small jump as the Sphinx gave another riddle. Picking up Pippa, she looked down at at him in thought as she ran answers through her head.


Pippa would run riddles by her when she was growing up to keep her mind sharp and had her solve them when they were walking to her school in a means to distract her from the terrors in the woods. 


Stroking Pippa's ear, she looked up fairly and cleared her throat,"It's a promise." she said to the beautiful beast, admiring the faint glint of her jewelry in the torchlight.


The magic aura the place gave her goosebumps that ran up and down her arms, in which she dismissed with a rub of her arm. 


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(Just a quick note!!! Because @Queen of Fantasy, my dear little sister, is currently grounded, I have taken it upon myself (with her permission) to respond as Lucasta so we can continue roleplaying. I will do my best to stay in character and portray her correctly. Thankfully, we've collaborated posts several times in the past, so I am confident I can get her character right!)
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             The Sphinx smiled at yet another correctly answered riddle. Perhaps she was being too easy on them, but in truth, she much desired for them to pass and that their mission be successful. "Correct." She spoke softly, "Only two more riddles left. Two more puzzles to solve before that which you have been seeking after all this time, the first piece to a new beginning that the world has been waiting at least a decade for, is finally in your grasp." With that, she swished her tail and asked the next riddle;


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"Whoever makes it, tells it not;
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Whoever takes it, knows it not;
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Whoever knows it, wants it not;
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What is it?"
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            The room was silent for perhaps just a few seconds before Hjalmar loudly shouted, "Counterfeit Money!" Which was followed by him lowering his hand which he had raised in the excitement like a child who confidently knew the answer to a quiz. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck before looking away from the Sphinx's piercing gaze. "What?" He asked defensively, noticing some staring from the sudden outburst, "When you work under a crimelord, you get familiar with counterfeit money!"


            "You are not wrong." The Sphinx said with a rather amused grin on her face, "I am not surprised a criminal who deals with valuables figured out the answer to that riddle." She then turned her maned head toward the princess, the jewelry strung to her headdress quietly jingling as she tilted it to the side, "This last riddle is for you, Princess Lucasta Valer. The last, and final riddle." Lucasta flinched at the mention of her name, her eyes widened as they focused on the mighty entity. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face as she realized this riddle was one she would have to answer on her own.


            The Sphinx finally picked herself up, her wings fluttered gently, and she sat strong and tall. Her voice rang steady and clear as she uttered the final riddle;


"What force and strength can not get through,
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I with gentle touch can do,
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And many in the street would stand,
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if I were not a friend at hand."
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            The princess turned her head away, glancing at Svetlana for help. But the old woman merely smiled and urged her on, having faith she could do this without her guidance. "Would..." Lucasta stuttered, "Would you mind repeating it?" She asked without making eye contact. The Sphinx happily obliged and repeated the riddle.


            Can't get through with force... something can get through with a gentle touch? The princess mumbled to herself quietly, thinking, calculating. She closed her eyes and her brows furrowed, People would stand in the street if they did not have it... The princess' eyes shot open. There was a reason the last riddle was so important! It was the last key!


            "Key!" Lucasta exclaimed, "It's a key!"


            The Sphinx smiled, more widely than she had the few times before. Though she did not answer, she responded by sliding her paw forward until it was right in front of the princess. She lifted it to reveal a gleaming gold key that had been hidden with her during the whole game, "And the key leads to what?" The Sphinx asked, but not in the form of a riddle. She turned her ornamented head toward a beautifully carved patch of white marble on the wall behind her. In all the intricacies of the pattern, it seemed to stem off from a center piece, almost emphasizing the importance of that area; a small notch in the heart of the wall. Lucasta had daintily picked up the pearl-strewn key, and seeing the small slot in the wall, she glanced down at it noticing it was a perfect fit.


            She looked up at the Sphinx, and then Svetlana before taking a deep gulp of air and slowly walking forward.This was it... all the work they had done thus far, all the danger and great effort- it finally led them to the first missing piece. While she understood they still had a long and grueling journey ahead of them, it was comforting to see that their labor was not in vain.


            Lucasta gently placed the key in its slot. She turned, and as her hand slowly twisted, the pyramid's low hum steadily grew louder, a mix of sand and dust drizzled from the ceiling, and a deep rumble vibrated beneath their feet. The key finally clicked, and the wall seemed to retract, clinks and clanks echoed through the dome as the designs curled, shifted and changed; eventually creating a new opening. As the carved stones split apart from themselves, creating an ingress where the sturdy wall once stood, a box-shaped plinth rose from the floor inside of it.


            With a smile, the princess turned to her companions. When the wall finally stopped moving, the dust settled, she stepped forward. Her eyes glued to the plinth, and what she knew would be inside it. With shaking hands, she caressed the smooth stone. As if responding to her touch, it shifted, slowly gaping wider. Bright light poured out of the crack causing the princess to squint as it continued to open. When it stopped, the light diminished, and upon a red cradle, the glowing sunstone rested. Tears brimming her eyes, the princess scooped it up and felt its warmth... like warming your hands by a fire during the cold winter. With her left hand, she raised the crown that had been strapped to her side, securely fastened in a satchel. She set the stone in its proper place and a clear chime filled the air, a burst of wind pulsed from where she stood, as the stone was reunited with its counterpart.


            She slowly turned around to face the others, her eyes still staring at the crown in awe. She gave out a small laugh and looked up at them with a teary smile. She pumped the crown her fist clenched into the air triumphantly.


            One down... five more to go...
 
Bo smiled widely, his heart fluttering with excitement as the stone was returned to the crown. The gust of wind that hit him caught him off guard, and he looked around as if to find the source of the disturbance, before quickly correcting himself and realizing it was the crown itself. As Lucasta raised the crown up in the air, Bo clapped happily. It seemed the appropriate response. He did however, remind himself in the back of his mind that this was only the beginning. They had much farther to go and many more trials to come, but the fact that they even got the first stone planted a small seed of hope in his heart - that maybe, just maybe, they really would be able to do this successfully, and it wouldn't just be a failed suicide mission. 


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Oceana waited with bated breath as the Princess Lucasta faced the final riddle.


Just when it seemed like the girl might be eaten and all hope lost, an enlightened cry rang through the air.


And the Sphinx produced a key. The Key.


Oceana took a step forward as Lucasta walked forward. Her breathing was shallow.


This was it. The first stone!


The eclectic scents of timeless magic burst forth from the alcove and the entire pyramid trembled, shuddering awake.


But the huntress' fear lie forgotten at her feet just like her voice.


No words could describe the feeling of ancient magic dancing across her skin as the princess lifted the stone gingerly, warm and glinting.


The smell of the sun on my shoulders; the warmth of honey on my tongue; the taste of the primal energy in a sand storm.


Immediately, the ideas of taste and smell and touch were too limiting.


The elf abruptly felt dizzy from even a tiny tendril of that ancient magic.


And finally the stone slid into its slot on the crown and, for a brief moment after the chime, the entire world felt lighter.


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Kacel'la, realizing that this must be quite an occasion for the rest of the group, smiled happily at the princess and clapped a little. She tried her best not to let her smile drop when she realized just how familiar the magic of the sun stone was to her.


Garrett smiled widely, exited to see that they had finally managed to reach a first milestone of their journey. He truly hoped the rest of the journey wouldn't be harder to complete. The soldier knew that such a wish was quite stupid, but at least maybe they could all get out of this alive. So he enjoyed at least this tiny piece of triumph while he could.


Meanwhile Dorian tried his best not to scowl as he felt the magic of the stone. Well, he not only felt it. He saw, heard, smelled and tasted it too. He hated being a familiar at that point quite a lot, trying to distinguish between oppressive heat, blinding light, a loud musical hum, and the powerful sickly sweet scent and taste of honey. Between one blink at the next, he was no longer standing besides Kacel'la, but curling around Garrett’s neck as a snake, hiding.
 
Nameen found herself watching the scene unfold in wonder.  The pyramid's display as their goal was revealed left her struck with awe, and that was before laying eyes on the stone itself.  


A unique warmth seemed to envelope the room as the princess lifted the stone, as amazed as everyone else.  Nameen herself felt a certain pride alight inside of her.  Even though it hadn't been quite the reason why she'd tagged along, she couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph that she was glad to be sharing with the others. 


Even if momentarily, all of the dark thoughts and memories plaguing Nameen's mind were vanquished by some unseen force.  In her spot in the back, the edges of her lips perked up to form a smile.
 
            Svetlana and Yaroslav approached the princess, both bearing wide smiles. There were no words to be said that could possibly express their relief and excitement. The witch reminiscently caressed the stone- feeling all of its warm and bright magic, now in its rightful place, thinking back on the days where Algoran himself adorned this mighty circlet. A time where invaders nor daemons were a threat, where the world was at peace and prospering. But the old woman knew all good things must come to an end... however, in that same aspect, all bad things must also come to an end. This crown was the key to that end, and the world's only hope.


            Yaroslav's lips curved into the slightest smile as he rest his hand on Lucasta's shoulder, "Five more to go." He stated confidently. A part of him, despite the presence of such an ancient entity that they may never see again, wanted nothing more than to leave this godsforsaken desert and push forward to the next stone. But he held his tongue, knowing that the company needed their rest, and they should all pace themselves.





            Hjalmar hung around in the back, though he cheered when Lucasta raised the crown. He slung his crossbow over his back seeing as how he no longer needed it. He leaned against the wall, admiring the artwork of the pyramid, and watching the huddled princess as some of the group fawned over the partially completed crown. He didn't want to add to the fuss, knowing Lucasta wasn't very fond of being the center of attention even though she was a princess.


            As his eyes glanced around the carvings, murals, and intricate stone work of the Trinid, they eventually settled on the piercing gaze of the Sphinx who was staring straight through him. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He turned around, wondering- more like hoping that the magnificent beast was looking at someone else. But his eyes were met with an empty wall. "Come here, thief." He heard her say in a hushed tone.


            Hesitantly, and avoiding eye contact with her, he slowly sauntered over. He rubbed the back of his neck, as he usually did when he felt awkward or nervous, "Your mind is buzzing with questions, I can feel it all the way from here. But it seemed you did not have the courage to approach me by yourself." The Sphinx said with just a hint of amusement.


            Hjalmar glanced away and didn't answer right away. He uncomfortably grunted, trying to figure out how to ask. After another moment of silence, he finally looked up to her, "Do you... do you know what this is?" He asked as his eyes darted to either side of him, cautious no one was looking, and then unrolled his sleeve to show the Sphinx the mark on his arm. Though he wasn't focused on it when there was something to distract him, thoughts of it gnawed at him every waking hour, and even kept him awake at night.


            The Sphinx squinted as if looking straight into the sun, and then looked at him with an unreadable gaze. She sighed and lifted her head. Hjalmar quickly lowered his sleeve, shuffling his feet awkwardly awaiting her answer, "So... do you know what it is?" He repeated himself impatiently.


            "I know everything. So yes, I know what it is..." She answered quickly, "But dear little thief, some things are better left unknown."


            "What on earth do you mean by that? Is it that bad?" Hjalmar asked, frustration creeping into his voice. He knew it was futile to try and persuade a Sphinx, "If you won't answer that question, then can you at lest tell me- just tell me if it will cause harm! Will it hurt anyone, or will it hurt me? Is it bad?"


            The beast purred lowly as she paused for a moment, her voice was calm, "Yes... and no... in the end, that will be up to you."


            "Up to me!? What does that even mean? If you know so much, why can't you just give me a clear straight answer? I need to know." He whispered harshly, close to falling on his knees and begging her for the truth. He couldn't stand that the answer was sitting right in front of him, and still he could not reach it.


            The Sphinx let out a roll of quiet chuckles, "But it is only in riddles that I can speak... if you want a clearer answer, you should wait for time itself to tell you." She said, but took notice as he slumped in defeat. Taking pity, she decided not to end there, "You are right... I do know the answer. And a part of me wishes I could tell you. But I am a creature bound by fate, and fate beckons that you find your answer in some other way. I can only assure you that you will find out someday, when it is the right time and in the right place. Just be patient, and it shall come to you... in the near future."


            Hjalmar simply nodded before quickly walking away and returning to his previous place by the wall, beaten. This time his eyes were downcast, staring at the floor as he tried to absorb what the Great Sphinx was willing to reveal- pretty much nothing at all. But at the very least, he was reassured this mystery would unravel... and sooner than later.
 
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Oceana noticed Hjalmar get beckoned over to the Sphinx but the buzzing of magic and some thick blanket of quiet muffled their conversation from even her keen ears. 


He  abruptly dropped to his knees, seemingly pleading and the elf forgot all about the newly acquired sunstone for a moment.


She respected the Sphinx's intentions as well as Hjalmar's privacy but he suddenly seemed so desperate.


Just as she was about to start towards them, Hjalmar stood up and stalked off to a wall, looking dejected and angry.


An uncommon combination on the  usually cheerful thief's visage.


The huntress gently trod towards her companion. 


Instead of offering a honey cube like normal, the elf silently sidled up next to him on the wall and linked her pinky with his.


She didn't look at him nor ask any questions. And hoped it would be enough.


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            Almost instantly softening at the elf's approach, Hjalmar gratefully accepted her company. He didn't say anything at first, still dismayed by the beasts final answer. But he eventually managed to croak out the reason for the dark cloud hanging over his head, "I asked her about... it..." He said quietly. The room was crowded with their company, and wanting to keep the mark a secret, he was vague. He hoped Oceana would know what he was referring to. "She wouldn't tell me. She said it was better I found out on my own, the felon." He glanced up at the Sphinx who was now watching the princess and her advisers. "Then I asked her if it wold cause any harm... whether that be to me, or to those around me." He inattentively rubbed the mark hidden under his sleeve with his thumb, "She said, 'yes and no...' that it was up to me... What kind of answer is that? It infuriates me that she knows exactly what it is, but refuses to put my mind at ease." He muttered miffly, "It's not like it hurts me, the mark, but it makes me feel- I don't know... violated? It's abnormal and foreign, it's not supposed to be there. It feels dark and twisted." He paused, unsure as to if he should continue. He hadn't spoken of the mark with Oceana since he first discovered he had it. But maybe confiding in someone he could trust would help enlighten his troubled mind, "I... I've started seeing things— hearing things too. I'll see malicious shadows darting back and forth in the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look they'll disappear. I hear voices, like someone is hushly whispering into my ear. But no one is ever there, and I can never understand what they're saying. It's... unsettling... I don't even know how to describe it but... I feel like it's growing more powerful, or like it's spreading. I can feel it's presence, just gnawing away at my sanity." He held his forehead, exasperated, and though he wouldn't admit it, this was one time he found himself inexplicably afraid.

 
Agitha watched as her comrades replied to the beast's riddles, a small lump in her throat rising slightly as in fear that someone would get it wrong. 


They didn't. Looking up to the magnificent beast of a Sphinx, her attention was then turned to the young princess as she retrieved her prize. Goosebumps rose on her grey/blue skin as she magic feeling rushed into the room as the gem was out in the world. 


Pippa perked up at it and looked attentively towards it, his ears flicking almost hungrily. 


Aggie shuffled a tad uncomfortably as she made her way to the horses and wagons that waited just beyond them. She had many questions for the large beast of wonders but not sure if she could come to herself to ask infront of the others. Pulling her cloak closer to herself, she didn't feel like she had very much of a right to celebrate like the others. She was happy of course but she didn't really know the whole extent of the adventure. She was just here because she heard the mention of magic. Closing her eyes, she walked towards the entrance of the pyramid from once they came to see if the sandstorm had passed. Sand had climbed up the black walls of the pyramid like grasping hands, sliding down the slick sides and getting stuck in the etched runes but all was clear to travel again. 


Closing her eyes, she linked her fingers together and sat just inside the pyramid where sand had crept inside a good 3 feet. Quietly, she began to hum a simple tune, her torso swaying quietly as her fingers looked to be plucking an invisible harp.


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Kacel'la, with her good hearing and drifting focus, couldn't help but overhear what Hjalmar had been telling Oceana. She knew those words were supposed to be private, but if she could help, she knew she should intervene.


"I know a thing or two about having something dark and twisted in your head." She said as she walked up to the two. As if called, the dragon in her mind reared again, fighting against Kacel’la's mental restrains, trying to break free. Her usual warm smile slipped from her lips, now replaced by a serious expression. "Sorry, I couldn't help but overhear. I just know how hard it is to distinguish what's real and what's your mind playing games, how tiring it is, how it slowly drives you mad..." She sighed. "Here." She said, slipping a silver ring off of one of her fingers. It felt cold to the touch, almost painfully so. That's what happened when you carved a frost rune into metal. She passed it to Hjalmar. "When you see something, hear something that shouldn't be there, focus on the cold. Focus on something that is real, and push the rest away. If something in your mind speaks, imagine your mind as a castle and the voice as a person. Push them into the moat, leave them to rot in the dungeons, lock them behind gates and walk away. It helped me, maybe it will help you too."


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Oceana shockingly felt annoyed at Kacel'la for suddenly butting into their conversation. Still, if it would help Hjalmar she wouldn't interfere. She just sat back waiting for his reaction to the other elf's intrusion. And her gift.


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The princess's grin was the widest  anyone has ever seen her smile. The circlet in hand and people around her, celebrating their retrieval of the stone made her happy. She looked at Yaroslav then back the crown, quietly repeating what he said. "Five to go." 
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Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Hjalmar, Oceana and Kacel'la in the back of the room talking amounst themselves. She thought perhaps because there was such a crowd, they didn't bother coming to see the stone. She wanted them to see it. "Excuse me." She pardoned herself from the crowd, and ran over to the three with a grin.
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"I'm not sure if you saw it. The crowd was large and I understand not wanting to barge between them to see it. But, you can look at it now is you please." She showed them.
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            Hjalmar whipped his head up when he heard Kacel'la's voice. At first, he felt irritation as the words he was speaking were not meant for her ear. But as she went on to explain herself, and even offered a sort of cure to his ailment, Hjalmar found his anger change into gratitude. He felt rather doubtful that it would work, but it's the thought that counts, and he appreciated her efforts. He accepted the frosty gift, "I mean... if you don't need it anymore... thank you." He said quietly.


            As he slipped the cold ring onto his finger, Lucasta happily bounded over with the crown in hand. Hjalmar internally grimaced, but forced a smile for her sake. She seemed so excited, "It's beautiful." He said looking it over. Raising his hand to his chin he added, "And worth quite a lot too. Not even for the magic, but the craftsmanship alone. I don't think I've ever seen a smoother stone than the likes of this one in all my... career." He said. He tried his best to seem interested, though the thief honestly wanted nothing more than to just head out and keep moving.



 
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            Ashlar has been hanging in the back, quiet and focused. He didn't feel like he had a right to participate in the game of riddles considering he was merely the groups guide, not actually nor officially apart of it. But the more he hung around them, the more interested he became in joining. If they'd have him of course, he wasn't particularly loved by some in the company.


            It was when the princess held up the crown and began showing the excited crowd that he noticed Aggie leave for the entryway. Seeing no point in sticking around, he decided to follow her and keep her company, regardless of whether she left to be alone.


            "I'm surprised you didn't bombard that Sphinx with questions." Ashlar mused as he took a seat next to her in the sand, "If you're scared, I'm sure she wouldn't mind it, you know. She might even like it! Don't Sphinxes like that sort of thing?"


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Oceana had a hard time not scowling at the Princess.


She was grateful Hjalmar spoke first, giving her time to school her outburst before it came.


Her hands shook with effort behind her as she tried not to shout at their resident royal. She was sure that her pinky was painfully tight around the thief's own but he would just have to forgive her on the grounds that Lucasta wasn't receiving a scalding glare.


To the princess, the elf simply nodded solemnly with a glance at the crown.


To Hjalmar, she sighed and squeezed his whole hand with surprising gentleness.


"Don't worry." She said softly, carefully, fully aware that the princess was in hearing distance no matter the volume of her voice. Her face grew hot.


"I will be here for you." 


The elf paused awkwardly.


"You are my only friend." She admitted, her aqua eyes meeting his umber ones. "I will help you... And if it must be...I will stop you."


With that she went to approach the wagons, already eager to be alone again.


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(I was going to have her check on Dorian but I want other people to have opportunities)
 
Turing her head briefly to greet her friend with a smile, she took a handful of sand and shrugged, letting the grains fall through delicate fingers,"I would ask her if I knew what to ask." she lied. 


So many questions bounced around in her head and it muddled up her thoughts most days, but with the nature of Sphinx's, the riddles would probably mess with her even more. She let her head and shoulders drop, closing her eyes and inhaling quietly as she flicked her hand free of golden sand,"I'dunno. " pulling her knees to her chest she wrapped her arms around and laid her chin on her knees, eyes closing. 


/I know the questions you want to ask, Agitha./ Pippa's voice rang in the woman's head, making her peer up at her dog who sat just outside the pyramid. His face was caked with a doggish grin, his black eyes glinted with menace. / You can't rid of me. Even if you could without the dire happening, you would be alone. I am the only one that will stay with you through thick and thin./ his voice was growly and low, his ears flattened a little bit. /This man cares not for you. You are just more coin in his parcel. A means for a paycheck. He speaks honeyed words to get more coin out of you./ 


Aggie looked down in some sort of shame, her fingers gripping her sleeves. /Why are you like this?/ 


/Because it's the only thing I really enjoy give for that Bo man./ the little corgi growled towards the elf


/Why wont you go to HIM then?!/ taking a handful of sand, she threw it at him, in which he barked and dashed back into the pyramid, making sure to spray up some sand in his wake. 
Agitha stood up and looked towards the older man," I have my question. I'll be back." leaning down, she pressed her forehead on the top of his head and held his cheek in a friendly manner before going and approaching the Sphinx. 


She felt very smile at the paws of the massive beast, making her clutch at her chest slightly in a bit of awe,"I have a question for you, miss." she called up to the beast kindly. 


@Lo Alyssa @all
 
Kacel'la was great at plastering on smiles, so she instantly grinned brightly as the princess came to the little group. She knew Oceana and Hjalmar were also most likely rather annoyed at the princess. Maybe drawing away the princess' attention would help.


"Congratulations on this achievement." She said to Lucasta. "Despite that I know it's in vain, I truly hope it's as easy to get to the other stones as to this one. Did you know that the stone has an energy very similar to the aura of some sun dragons?" She asked, knowing that she would have to reveal who, what she actually was to the princess sooner or later. At least the leader of the group should know. And if Lucasta told her to get out her sight for being a monster, at least it wouldn't be the first time.


@Queen of Fantasy
 
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As the excitement slowly began to die down, and the princess departed to go show off the partially completed crown to the huddled group of Hjalmar, Oceana, and K'acela, Bo found that... he had no idea what he was doing. He felt a common and reoccurring desire to be small so he could hide and avoid the awkwardness of just standing around looking lost, but naturally, being the largest person there apart from the Sphinx, that was pretty impossible. So instead, he decided it would be best to start up conversation with someone, since that was what most people would do to fill the silence. His eyes scanned the open room of the pyramid, his eyes stopping on Nameen, Aggie, Phaedra... and then Garrett, who, he realized he hadn't even talked to really, since the beginning of the journey. Perfect! A blank slate. It'll be be easy to start up a conversation, since introductory stuff is normal.


Sliding up to the armored soldier, he held out his hand to shake. "Hey! I'm Bo, which I think you probably already know. But I don't think we've actually talked! You're Garrett, right?"


@L1d1ja
 
"Hey. Yeah. Nice to finally meet ya I guess." Garrett joked, shaking Bo's hand. He took a second to think about some random conversation topic, then went with the most obvious one. "It's nice that we finally achieved something on this quest." He said gesturing towards where Lucasta was showing off the crown. "What do you think will be the other 'trials' for the rest of the stones?"


@soundofmind
 
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