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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Description: 193, Fall: Amerys and Isbeil meet to fix a river and talk. Attn: Isbeil, Gale, Perry, Dax

Offline Amerys Tiernan

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Rivers rise and fall
« on: Dec 18, 18, 05:46:51 PM »
193, Fall: Dalton District, the District seat.

Dax had been a lot of fun  on this particular outing. At the moment, Dax was looking especially dapper, sporting a black eye from an impromptu challenge to a friendly fight, a swollen lip from the climb up the cliff face to inspect some land for a possible mine, and scraped knuckles from trying to pull Amerys and Isbeil out of a swift running river they’d used their combined Queen’s Gift and Land Delving to correct the course of. Amerys couldn’t suppress a giggle, for both Queens had been drenched earlier. After a few hours of mingling with the Landen and Blood folks affected by their work, they were merely damp and muddy. Neither one had hesitated for a moment about standing in a risky place for the best possible outcome.

It was what Queens did, after all!

And Dax had done what he did, what he’d always done, and helped Isbeil’s Escort Gale fish them both out of the river’s new path. A new path that would increase arable land, limit flooding and still provide beautiful wetlands for some of the rare, exquisite creatures that called Dalton District home. There were some species of migrating birds who were not merely beautiful, but whose feathers were a commodity all their own. Rare frogs whose colors were breathtaking, who kept down pests like flies and mosquitoes, and whose skin secretions could be used in a number of landen medicines. (To Amerys vast relief, the children of the area assured her that they could swab the frogs without killing them). There were even some precious insects whose carapaces could be crushed into rare dyes that fetched a hefty price the world over. Not only would crop yields go up, flood damage down, but the numbers of each of these creatures would be vastly increased in by the corrected river course. Who said anyone in Little Terrielle had to let a little thing like an earthquake five years ago ruin their land or livelihood!

Correcting the river’s course was the ostensible reason for Amerys’ two-day stay in Dalton, but the real reason she’d pushed so hard to clear two entire days was a deep need to simply be with her friend. A lot had happened in the two years since Amerys became Queen of Little Terrielle. The last year alone had left it’s mark, and not only was Isbeil’s wonderful Sceltic warmth and zest for life it’s own tonic, but now Amerys deeply looked forward to some quieter time with her friend.

And a bit of Emotional Healing.

As if reading her incipient exhaustion from her dipping thoughts alone, Dax shot Amerys a darkling look, “I realize spending the afternoon in damp clothes whilst walking amongst the locals is more your idea of fun than a nice dinner, but I’m not letting you stay after dark.”

While technically Dax couldn’t let or not let Amerys do anything, he’d never needed the letter of the Law or Protocol to let his displeasure be known. Her instinct-level rejection at being told what to do had been battered hard these last few years, but it was far from defeated, and her head snapped up, her eyes sparked. Reading her with the ease of long familiarity, he spoke again just before she managed a protest.

“I’m hungry.” He added, a gleam in his eye assuring Amerys that knew just how unfair such an appeal was. Her incipient rebellion was released with a soft laugh.

Dax had insisted upon being Amerys’ Escort to Dalton District, as Lady Isbeil Dalton, District Queen of Dalton District, had once-upon-a-time been simply Bella, a friend from the days when Amerys’ family (Dax included) had moved to Portland. The Sceltic Queen’s love of adventure and seedy places had made her a favorite of Dax’s, and her love of the people and exploration had guaranteed her a special place in Amerys’ heart as well.

While any party composed of two Queens, chosen Escorts, and dueling security perimeters could hardly be considered truly casual, it was still informal. Vastly relaxed, compared to Amerys’ days in the vast stone edifice that now served as the Territory Court. For a heartbeat more, Amerys considered protesting. But that was all; she hated anyone to be hungry, especially Dax. Turning a laughing, silvery gaze upon her friend, she asked,

“Bella, are you hungry too? Ought we to turn back towards the Landing Pad, or explore further?” Amerys’ friendly gaze swept over the somehow still perfectly put-tougher Dalton Master of the Guard, too. Amerys refused to ignore the Warlord who looked after her friend so very well, even though many folks interpreted proper Protocol as treating Escorts as though they were invisible. How he managed to be so picture perfect derailed her thoughts, for a moment, and Amerys’ hands smoothed over her sturdy, if lovely, embroidered gown, then reached up to check the state of her hair. She’d used just about 100 pins in it, this morning, and her exploring fingers suggested Amerys bun yet remained in place.

“And you, Lord Gale? Are you hungry?”

Offline Isbeil Balton

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Re: Rivers rise and fall
« Reply #1 on: Jan 13, 19, 02:24:14 AM »
The Territory Queen’s visits were never void of both work and play. It was one of the many reasons Isbeil enjoyed them so much. For as elegant and graceful that Amerys could be while filling her station, she was equal parts a hot mess and a shameless drunk. How Isbeil loved her for both. She had expected to greet the Queen and abscond to a comfortable room with plenty of food and drink for the duration of her visit. It wasn't until Isbeil mentioned how she was concerned about the placement of Odelle’s watermill project on the river and how it would hinder flow to some key agricultural areas that Amerys had concocted the plan to simply move it, knowing full well Isbeil would jump at the prospect of getting their hands a little dirty.  Running the Territory meant standing on a very high precipice, high above the land and the people. It meant that Amery’s didn't have as much time to connect with the land she ruled, as there was so much of it, or to enjoy the warmth of the people drawn to her.  This was an excellent opportunity to get back to their roots.

The hard part was leaving Perry behind. Gale had insisted on accompanying the Queens, both because his experience with their antics and because it gave Perry an opportunity to experience a little thing called patience. Also, Dax was a well liked associate and it gave him secret pleasure to watch the Queen’s interact so freely.

Isbeil had cupped one of the frogs with her bare hands, cooing softly at it. “Jus’ look at him.” Isbeil offered the males as the frog’s flat expression stared out between the crook of her thumb. It flexed its throat.

“It looks terrified. Maybe you should give it back to the kids.”  Gale suggested

“No he doesn't. Actually, he kind of looks like yeh.” Turning her hand to look at the little amphibian she blinked. "The resemblance is uncanny." Her lips thinned until she looked completely unamused. Dax had the good sense to laugh, Gale just suffered in silence.

What he didn't expect was that they would have to fish their giggling wards out of the path of a raging river. He should have known better. Water logged and laughing. The women were having such a grand old time that they only barely made it out of the newly dug river bed just before the waters came in, sweeping both of their feet out from under them and sending them out a little ways. Dax and Gale expected the half cocked plan to go something like this, they both just refused to ruin their fun too much. “We should get them before they drown.”  He said, vanishing his shoes before wading in.

This activity might not have been the restorative that Mer expected, but it was one they both desperately needed. A touch of emotional healing and some fun did them both a lot of good.  Amery’s accepted and embraced Isbeil in a way that had given the otherwise distrustful Queen room to allow her in. She valued Amery’s honesty and her naturally giving nature.

“Dirty trick Dax.” She smirked as they walked. Isbeil was now barefoot, her feet muddy, sandals vanished. Lifting her gaze at Mer she knew the bonded male knew just what to say to play to the Queen’s weakness. Mer didn't like anyone to be uncomfortable. She watched as the Queen checked her pins absently and then glanced back at Gale who had managed to keep himself damp for only a few minutes before adjusting his appearance. He looked as though he could walk into Mer’s own court for a formal meeting without the need to change. Gale was well put together, but he didn't fool his Queen. There were times when he was magnificent with a white undershirt and sweat on his brow.   

On the other hand Isbeil accepted only a towel. She had come prepared in a two piece bathing suit beneath a sheer olive tube top and slitted skirt. The top had a furl of cloth that hung over her breasts and stomach. Red hair, still damp and straight hung down across one shoulder. The summer leading into fall had been kind to her, leaving its mark on sun-kissed skin. She had always been pale enough to burn up like a match stick in the past.

“Famished my Lady.” Gale responded truthfully. “Please, call me Gale. Anyone who can go toe to toe with my Queen should not have to be so formal.”

Isbeil smirked, linking her arm with Mer as they walked while she considered the question. “I’d asked the staff to cook us up some lunch, but I think we’re late.”  she hummed gently. It was a good a time as any to introduce Amer’s to her newly bonded. She had expected to do so once they arrived back to the estate, but if Dax was hungry now...

“I'd love ta explore some more. Me orchart is just a half mile away and I've planted peaches to go with the apples. Why don't we have a picnic? I can have Prince Goth whisk us over somethin’ to eat, an ye can finally meet him. Ive been wanting ye too do so fer so long Mer.” She had aso included a special order of sweets from her favorite Scelt bakery.  With a smile the decision was made. “Lets find us a spot. Gentlemen?” 

Miles were easily crossed with a single thread, and worth the feeling of elation she relieved once they connected. “Darlin', change of plans, we’ll be havin’ a picnic. Please, have the staff pack up our meals and bring us a couple extra bottles of wine. Ill be waitin’ fer yeh. Hurry.” 

Once the location was selected, the Queen’s sat under the comfortable shade of an oak tree. “I wish I could see ye more Mer.  Too much time passes in between. Come this winter Id like to see ye at least a day fer Winsol. Ill come to you if ye like, maybe we can exchange gifts on time fer a change?”    Looking to Dax she smiled. “Dun worry, lunch will arrive shortly.”



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Re: Rivers rise and fall
« Reply #2 on: Feb 08, 19, 11:14:23 AM »
Peregrine Goth had been training.  Mostly, he had been learning to listen without throttling anyone.  Gale had assured him, on more than one occasion, that their Queen could more than handle herself politically and socially, and their job while she was present was not to smack down upstarts, much as they might want to.  Perry was glad that Gale shared his sentiments at times, even if the other man looked perfectly calm all the time when idiots opened their mouths.  Protocol was not his problem, it had never been, but he had to shed some of his more aggressive habits—not the instincts, he couldn’t shed those, but the habits of a man that had survived by means of his looks, his wits, and a penchant for violence.  Perry had learned to listen, because he wanted to be near Isbeil, and more than that, he wanted to be useful.

He still wanted to punch some of the people that came to see his Queen, but he restrained the urge.  Frequently.  Often.  Every day.  Go Him.

Step by step, Perry took on additional responsibility.  He took care of Isbeil as an Escort should, not only functioning as the final line of defense, should he be needed to do so, but also making sure that she ate enough and rested enough.  It had taken a bit of time before he realized that every now and then he would simply have to step in, and put an end to endless negotiating, or endless paperwork, or endless pandering to various petitioners.  The Queen’s well being was his responsibility, and sometimes that meant saving her from herself—when she let him, which she usually did.  At first.  Isbeil enjoyed her work a bit too much, or if she did not enjoy it, she did become lost in it, and she could be tricky.  Perry had to learn that as well.

He had been left in charge, which was a sign of not only his Queen’s trust, but Gale’s also.  Peregrine had kept Isbeil’s appointments that day, with the understanding that his decisions were firm, at least for the day, and the promise that he’d not sell the District or somehow destroy it.  He had not considered that the former was a risk, and the latter just seemed unlikely, but he made the promise anyway.  How much could one get for an entire District?  Would they pay in cash or trade goods?  Perry didn’t voice those questions, he didn’t want to make anyone nervous, but he was terribly curious about it.  One of the guards on duty cleared his throat, and brought Perry back to the present.  The Warlord Prince had a good relationship with most of this staff, this included Gale’s guardsmen.

”I’m sorry.”  Perry said to the people arrayed before the high seat of the District, ”What?”

”Prince Goth, this man has been stealing my hunting dogs for a week.  I want them back.”

”I have not! These are my dogs!  My Prince, this fool seems to forget that I bred my male with his bitch, and he promised me a certain number of pups.  I supplement my income with hunting in the mountains, and these dogs are necessary for me--”

”Lies!  You couldn’t keep your damned dog fenced in, and he stole into my yard like a damned fox to a chicken coop and violated my Beth!”

Perry just blinked for a moment, and the guard to his right almost nudged him, until he raised a hand to silence everyone, and indicate that he had heard everything that time.  ”So.  You’ve come here over a property dispute?  Over the pups?”

”Beth is a prize winning hunting dog, Prince Goth.  Her pedigree might be the best in the entire Territory.  Over the years, I have bred and trained hunting dogs for all kinds of people, it’s how I make a living—but this idiot’s male could have killed her!  And now he wants the pups!  He’ll just sell them or overbreed them!”

”I love these animals!  I just want what I am owed!  Just because he regrets a breeding doesn’t mean he can back out of the deal.”

”There is no deal, you Twat!”

At this point, the men almost came to blows, and Perry was forced to raise a shield between them, which served to startle both men, and give one of them a bloodied nose.  ”How many pups are we talking about?”

”A full litter, Prince.”  This man stuffed a handkerchief against his bleeding nose.

”And how much is each one worth?”  The winged Warlord Prince asked.

”Oh, depends on the pup, to be honest, but quite a lot in general.  Even if one were sold as a family pet, it would be expensive.  People don’t value what they get for free, and a good dog deserves to be valued.”

Perry’s eyebrows rose at that statement, ”How many in the litter?  I don’t breed dogs, gentlemen, so I get the idea, but I need a number.”

”There are eight.  That’s why it nearly killed Beth.  She shouldn’t have had to have this litter.”

”I see.”  Said Peregrine, ”Alright then, you--”  He pointed at the man that owned the male dog, ”--will pay reparations for Beth’s suffering, and your male will be put down.”

”Fine, fine.  What about the pups do I get them?”

”No.  The pups will be destroyed since they are unwanted, and there was no pre-existing business deal.”  The half-Eyrien declared.

”Wait a minute, we discussed--”

Perry cut the man off, ”You don’t have any documentation, or contracts, so your words don’t matter.”

”My Prince, if its all the same, I would rather none of the animals suffer.  He can have the puppies if it means they live—there’s no need to put down the male either, he was just being a dog.”

Just then, Peregrine felt the tickle of contact from his Queen, finally.  He acknowledged her request, and got to his feet.  ”In that case, you get to keep your litter, all the pups are yours.  If you have one that does not hunt, the Court reserves the right to choose that one.”  He turned to the other man, ”As for you, you keep your male, but if your fence is not repaired in a week, you will be assessed a fine.  If you want any of these pups, you will buy them.”  He gestured to the guards, and then the door, ”We are done here.”  He paused just before leaving via the exit behind the seat, ”One more thing, you have wasted the time of the District Court over lies and greed.  Try not to repeat this soon.”

The Opal Warlord Prince went to the kitchens to see what they would have ready, he shook out his wings and breathed a long sigh as he walked.  His day in Court was done.  The Steward or his subordinates would reschedule the rest, if there was anymore after these last.  ”Dogs.”  He said to himself just before he pushed into the kitchen with a smile.  ”Lunch has been ordered!  What do we have?”

The kitchen staff greeted him by name, with a few smatterings of ‘Prince’ and gave him a sandwiches and some apples as fuel for his pending flight.  He was always pretty well fed, which he appreciated.  Eventually, baskets were arranged and set in front of him, and he vanished each in turn as he ate his sandwiches and his apples.  ”Did anyone get into town and get fresh bread?”  One of the staff smiled, and brought out the same bread he had ordered on his first day out with Isbeil, he vanished that along with the rest.  ”Thank you everyone.  I’ll let you know what the Territory Queen thinks of the meal.”  There was a round of handshakes, a few hugs, and one old lady that wiped his face with a washcloth, and then he was off.

Peregrine did not run, that would have been undignified, but he did go through a few walls to get outside faster, and spread his wings.  He stretched his bak and shoulders, and took a running start, before his wings beat downward and he took to the skies.  He pushed for altitude swiftly, higher and higher he rose, before rolling over into a dive that would have terrified Isbeil.  His wings snapped open, and he used his momentum to glide in a swooping arc, before taking on more altitude.  Perry knew where everyone was, of course, and he had considered the right often, as well as the timing of it.  Isbeil wanted him to make an entrance, and he was not at all unused to being shown off, in fact, being shown off was part of his early living.  Though, he had never before been able to do so from the air.

He had decided that he would approach out of the sun, and it was an easy thing to cross the sky and put the heat of the sun at his back.  It warmed his bones and his wings.  Peregrine used Craft to enhance and adjust his sight, and found the small party of Queens and Escorts in the distance.  His wings pushed for a bit more altitude, gliding for a long moment in the blue sky, so Isbeil would notice him if she was looking,  Then he rose into the sun, a difficult to see blot against it, and after a long stretch of gliding, he began his dive.  Peregrine fell out of the sky like a falcon, streaking downwards.  Only Gale would expect this particular vector for his arrival, the other Escort was not likely to.  The thing that ultimately announced his presence was the snap of his reinforced wings as he arrested his dive, and landed in a perfect run to shed sill more momentum.  ”Lunch has arrived!  And I am pleased to report that I have neither sold the District nor destroyed it, though I couldn’t help but notice that river is not where I remember it being.”

Peregrine bowed and greeted the Queens and each Escort in turn as Protocol demanded, ”I am Prince Peregrine Goth.”


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Re: Rivers rise and fall
« Reply #3 on: Apr 10, 19, 02:11:30 AM »
193, Fall: Dalton District, the District seat, an Orchard.

Dax was deeply content. Always more at home on one of Amerys’ adventures than in the stifling Territory Court, his deeper chuckle mingled with that of the Queens’ at Isbeil’s excellent mimicry. With the adorable little frog released, the two Queens walked arm-in-arm, clearly conspiring against the males. Or so Dax was left to assume, as Bella promptly sidestepped his own efforts to bring the ladies inside before dark. His smile flashed at her, warmer than most folks ever saw.

Amerys, too, was content. She felt as if she was being breathed back to life. Each bare, muddied footfall upon the singing, joyful land strengthened her. Isbeil was an antidote to the cutthroat politics at home. Smiles had come more easily as the day went on, her own silvery laughter freed when Isbeil teased the long-suffering and much treasured Lord Gale about looking like a frog.

Despite Lord Gale’s immediate seconding of Dax’s plan to get the ladies safely inside through his confession of being famished, Amerys’ smile flared as he requested a less formal arrangement between them. Delighted to dispense with the formality, her eyes none-the-less laughingly accused him for the Warlord’s firm support of Dax.

“Thank you, Gale.” Her smile tuned to mischievous as he complemented her on keeping up with Isbeil. “Just wait,” she warned him. “We haven’t even gotten started yet. And please, feel free to call me Amerys.”

Dax heard this, then sent a good humored glower towards Isbeil, when she out maneuvered him and simply had lunch brought to the girls. Right here, in the fields. Dax had no doubt whatsoever that Amerys and Isbeil would enjoy such an adventure. He was even more certain that he’d hear about the risk, later. From people who expressed their displeasure with fists, as well as words.

It didn’t dismay him unduly.

For a few seconds, Dax’s steady gaze rested upon their hostess. Isbeil seemed fine; not tired or worried or overly wet. Not that Isbeil needed to worry about more than a towel; the sensual, simple gown was both beautiful and comfortable. The Scelt-born Queen was an iconic beauty of that land, hand-painted by Witch with exquisite freckles, coppery red hair, and blue eyes, and the gown/sundress/bathing suit flattered her shamelessly. Dax’ gaze flickered to Amerys, assessing the vastly lighter Jeweled Queen’s energy and capacity for trouble making. His attention returned fully to Isbeil, a slow smile curving his mouth, as he considered the notion.

“A picnic.” He gave a brief jut of his chin towards Amerys.

“I don’t see how she’ll climb into any apple trees in that get up.” Once more his gaze studied his friend. He, too, had a deep desire to meet Isbeil Dalton’s newest Bonded. He just wasn’t certain quite so public a place was the best option. His smile quirked, and he glanced over at Amerys, to asses her levels of exhaustion and discomfort. She was getting harder to read, these days.

Amerys interpreted the look and ignored it utterly. She was having fun, she was fine, and her Jewels were not too drained. Truthfully, she scarcely got to use them, except to soothe her males. With a squeeze to Isbeil’s arm, she responded with genuine warmth and enthusiasm.

“Bella, that’s a lovely notion. I can’t wait to see your orchard, and I’d be thrilled to meet your Prince Goth.” She smiled at Isbeil, and gestured with an elegant grace for the men to lead the way. Her smile grew gentle, and she said softly, “Each Bond is a gift. I’m so happy you’ve found him. I have a Bonded you should meet, too. Later, I’ll tell you all about him!”

The two Queens were fairly swiftly settled under a vast, exquisite oak. Red hair and mahogany bent close together, as they plotted over Winsol and Winsol gifts. It was a favorite time of year for Amerys.

“I would love to see you, Bella. You’ll be invited to a formal event at Tarn Nataniel, of course. I’d prefer to also see you someplace quieter. My parents haven’t visited with you in ages; do you think you could slip away for a small family dinner with the folks? Bring your Bonded, of course; anyone you’d like.” she gestured to Dax.

“He can work out security with Prince Alderridge.”

Dax orbited the two sitting ladies, shrugging out of his jacket and Vanishing it. “I just hope there’s a lot of whatever it is, Bella.” Sapphires required a prodigious amount of food, and both Warlords held that Jewel of Rank. He paused. “You look good. Happy.”

Amerys’ smile flared, at Dax’s version at being a diplomat. She attempted to catch Isbeil’s gaze in order to share her delight, but her attention was drawn up to the sky, as a shadow arrowed down out of sun. She didn’t get more than a glimpse before Dax shoved his way in front of her, and Shields she could only sense through the way the air prism’d around her came into being.

Dax didn’t have the instinctive, unparalleled reflexes of a Warlord Prince but he was a deadly fighter who’d clawed his way out of the pervasive and bitter gang culture that permeated Goth. He snarled a challenge even as the Eyrien Warlord Prince snapped his wings and landed at a run.

The Queen of Little Terreille had other instincts.

Only once, had Amerys been witness to violence in her presence, and even now she didn’t really believe that anyone could seriously mean her harm. The pressures of the Territory Court had honed in her an elegant, natural authority. A gentle hand rested upon Dax’s arm, soothing him. No more than a light touch, and he angled to the side, so she could see. Amerys was terribly proud of him, for his fast reflexes and the hard-won self control that had refrained from a lethal assault against the intruder.

“Prince Goth,” Amerys studied the Warlord Prince, admiring his wings, his strength. Young, proud ... she didn’t know enough Eyriens to judge how much of that blood he held. Certainly at least one quarter, to have wings. Did he realize he’d come within a hairsbreadth of triggering an actual battle? “I love my people,” she said quietly. “Don’t make me mourn them unnecessarily, or make Isbeil Grieve your loss.” The instincts of any Queen were complex, and she gave them free reign in trying to discern from his aura, Psychic Scent and presence the roll he was destined to play in Isbeil’s life. A smile flared, as she added, “I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“This is my brother...” She paused for Dax’s habitual clarification,

“Foster-brother,”

“... and first Bonded, Dax Elwyn.”

The Warlord Prince went through the far-from perfunctory greetings with enough Protocol and courtesy that Dax felt comfortable giving the hand signal to stand down the men in the security perimeter. They’d rushed the old oak when they felt the first flicker of Craft from the area.

Amerys turned her gaze to study the river’s new course with extreme satisfaction. With the two Queen’s working together, they’d moved the plants and creatures as well as the water, so there was no stench of death and decay, no bitter loss paid for the hoped-for gains.

“It is now where it belongs,” She responded to his comment about the river. Turning her attention back towards the Warlord-Prince, she asked with a curious smile, “Did someone try to buy the District? It’s been done, in Little Terreille.”




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Re: Rivers rise and fall
« Reply #4 on: Apr 12, 19, 02:38:06 PM »
Unable to resist winning the approval of another Queen Gale smiled and canted his head politely to one side. He flashed a look at Dax that said that both had managed to become quick favorites to the other’s precious charge.  Isbeil could feel Gale’s satisfaction as well as that of Amerys. It had only taken them a couple of years to dispense with formality, a new record. Seeing the  Mer so relaxed and carefree warmed Isbeil’s heart. As hardworking as she was, Mer took the time for those she cared about. This compassion spilled out into her rule. Isbeil could not imagine that a single person if given enough time would not love her brilliant and deceptively clever friend.

They had made a grand day of it. Isbeil could not recall when was the last time she had been able to get so filthy doing what she loved most. Working with another Queen was rare, but a precious change of pace. Theirs was a shared sense of unity and accomplishment. Like the males, she too was feeling the rumblings of hunger and she had only to Glance to Gale to catch that knowing look.

“Aww.”  She pouted toward Dax teasingly in mock sympathy of his plight. He hadn’t gotten to drag them back into the comforts of the estate, but that didn’t mean they would starve. It was good seeing Amerys’s bonded male. Among them, he was Isbeil’s personal favorite for their personalities meshed so well. It was easy to be with both of them and that spilled out into Gale as well.

Isbeil was just as comfortable disheveled with her hair drying naturally in the crisp mountain air and the scent of earth on her dress as she was in a fine gown and expensively perfumed. There was something freeing about not being beholden to anyone else's expectations. “Oh, yer male has jokes now.”  She smirked, chuckling at Dax though she managed to look insulted for her friend. “I'm sure I have a change of clothes if she’s needing apples in a hurry. Right Mer?”  Squeezing her friend she sped up conspiratorially.

Gale smirked and shrugged a shoulder. “Nice enough guy, a little rough around the edges.” It was more of an assessment that he would offer to anyone but Dax. “They are too pleased with themselves.” This might have made him a little more nervous hadn’t they already fished their Queen’s out of a river. “I have a bottle of brandy in my cabinet.” It would be theirs, a small prize for their suffering. Isbeil grinned broadly, her freckles glowing. “Ye’ll tell me now! How dare this not have come up sooner, I should be cross that he isn’t here for my approval.”  She scolded Mer. How could that not have been the first topic of their conversation?

Gale stood by the women as they settled in the shade of a large Oaktree. Its branches sprawled out in every direction, its brilliant green leaves warmed by the sun and nurtured by the Queen’s blood spilled into the orchard every season.  Mer had selected the spot, but he knew it to be one of Isbeil’s favorites as well. Beneath its shade, they were considerably cooler. “As long as the handsome Prince Elwyn  dons to join us fer dinner I will be there.” She winked at Dax and nodded to Gale. He knew that look, and it wasn’t as if he would try and talk her out of an enjoyable Holiday visit. “I would love nothing more. Its been some time since I was able to spend Winsol with family and this year doesn’t look like it will be happening. Even if I can get a few moments in with Jack at Tarn Nataniel and then with your family I will be complete. Of course Ill be bringing me two louts.”

“She speaks of me with such admiration and love. Can you feel it Dax? Bask in its glow.” Gale smirked and turned his head up, surveying the sky then murmured warningly at Dax’s question. His Queen was quick to pick it up.

“Prince Dax Rhett Elwyn are ye implying I do not know how to feed a grown male? I am insulted.”  She wasn’t, but she could make a show of it. “I am Sceltic young Prince. If anyone is knowin how to fill out some bellies and hips, it's us right here. Now ye mind yerself.” Her eyes narrowed, chin angled back but she smirked. “I am very happy.”

The moment was short lived. An alarm was sounded and Gale was the only one to settle back close to the Queen’s while Dax took the defensive.  “Amerys, that is who we are waiting for.”  He spoke softly to the Queen in hopes that Dax would overhear.  Gale sighed and joined Dax’s side, even as his Queen soothed him.

“That is my fault Mer. My sincerest apologies Dax, Prince Goth has a flair for entrances and I indulge them regularly, I did not mean ta startle you. Please forgive me.“  Isbeil moved to Perry’s side once the shield was lowered, she had taken the warning to heart as well as the fault.

When she turned to look at Perry she smiled softly, pleased to see him. It had only been a few days, but she felt rejuvenated at the sight of him. Shaking her hair back behind her shoulder she touched his elbow, caressing him lightly with her Craft. “I damn well hope no one sold it.” Nothing was on fire so he did well enough. "Its good to see you.”  She whispered to him and stepped back as Gale helped him with the baskets as they were conjured.

Once again the Queen’s found themselves settled under the tree. Gale taking it upon himself to distribute plates. The food as still warm and fresh as the moment Perry vanished them.  Instead of simple sandwiches and fruit, Dax might have been delighted to find an assortment of savory and sweet delights including the burnt ends of brisket, fingerling potatoes smothered in butter and garlic, several loaves of rye and sourdough bread, thin slices of roast beef, cheese and thinly slices tomatoes to make sandwiches. There was also a chocolate bundt cake with fresh raspberries and baked apple slices in cinnamon. All of which paid homage to her Sceltic roots. “I'll be havin' that apology now Dax.”  Lashes batted as she popped a piece of tender brisket into her mouth. As requested the staff also included a few bottles of wine, all of which would be put to good use.  “The river will now be able to distribute its waters to more people, it will also be a great help with the mills that Odelle is having me install. It flows better this way. If Mer here hadn’t the brilliant idea to move it, much of its eastern bank would have been eroded by a handful of local farms. This gives more of them a chance to thrive. We spent a bit of time testing the waters to be sure.”  Gale glanced to Perry and shook his head. “Which means to say, they fell in.”

Ignoring him she turned to her friend. “Peregrine was born in Goth and moved to Balton where we met.”  Mer knew the streets, she ruled the Territory and had done much to improve life for citizens there.

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« Reply #5 on: May 21, 19, 09:57:07 AM »
Peregrine could sense the stir that he caused when he landed, at least in one of the Queen’s escorts for the day.  It was a sudden tension that could have easily led to violence.  It had not been his intention, but the visiting Queen, Amerys, caught on to that right away and smoothed it over with her male by admonishing him perhaps more gently than he deserved.  It did occur to him that there was a lesson here.  Little Terreille was something of a grab bag of people.  Perry had grown up in Goth, and he had seen all kinds of people, some obviously mixed, some not, some long-lived, some short, some middling lived.  People should look up every now and again, certainly he did.  Granted, he had good reason to look up, because he never counted on the idea that no one else but him could fly.  He might be unique in the few Courts he’d visited, but he doubted he was unique in the Territory.

He inclined his head to Queen Amerys Tiernan, ”I have been looking forward to meeting you as well, My Lady.”  When the needs of Protocol were met, he nodded to Dax, ”Apologies, I will be more careful of such surprises in the future.”  Peregrine tilted his head slightly when Isbeil’s friend and superior declared that the river was now where it belonged.  He had never really seen the full power of a Queen, and he still hadn’t, but apparently they had moved the course of a river.  That was an impressive idea, even without seeing it, and nothing was ruined—save his memory, but he could adjust that.  Perry chuckled, ”No, it was something of a joke, Lady.  I promised that I wouldn’t sell it out from under us, even for a good price, while I managed things for a short time.”

Peregrine shook his head slightly, ”My Queen is being kind.  I should have thought of the concern as well.”  He didn’t say anymore, because that might have been less than polite.  He was uncomfortable with the idea that Isbeil might be blamed for anything that he did, and while he had curbed some of his worst instincts, showing off a little had been less than restrained.  He smiled at his Queen, ”No one made a good offer.”  Then he shrugged slightly, ”It was largely uneventful.  I settled some standard business, even moderated a dispute or two.  More importantly, I didn’t punch or stab anyone at all.  A small victory.”  Then he began to conjure than food and supplies, with Gale helping him hand out the plates.  The half-Eyrien Warlord Prince listened closely when Isbeil began to describe what it was the Queens had done, and why, and he whistled.  ”That must have been something to see.”  He grinned, ”Both the act, and the two Ladies falling in.”

He nodded at Isbeil’s summation, ”I—well—a friend died there.  Not in a good way, so I left Goth and the streets behind and found some work out here in the country.”  It was a true statement, even if that work was low key theft, and high end brawling for coin.


 

 

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