Legend of Ransera

Posted: **Sun Nov 01, 2020 7:05 pm**

46th of Ash, 120th Year of the Age of Steel

Talon finished tugging on his boot. He rolled his ankle experimentally, testing to see how supple and comfortable the leather was. He would undoubtedly be doing much dancing and standing on ceremony that night. He wanted to make sure that he was not going to end up with blisters because of the event. When he was satisfied he rose to his feet and finished fussing with the cuffs of his coat. He tucked his wings in close so that the servant helping him dress could fasten the cloak appropriately around his shoulders. He tugged at the high neck collar for a moment.

“Something troubles you, my Shinsei.” Talon looked up as a woman entered the room. She wore the ceremonial armor of one of the Silver Hand, the personal guard of House Novalys. He recognized his mother’s seal at the clasp of her cloak. The woman was a Siltori elf, as were many of his mother’s attendants. She had long dark black hair and a smoky ash color to her skin that complimented the luminescent quality of her violet eyes. Talon gave the woman a smile.

“Is it that obvious, Tarshenna?” He had known Tarshenna since the time he was a boy. In those years she had never grown any older to his eyes but such was the nature of the long-lived Siltori elves. This was his mother’s most trusted handmaiden and someone who often stood in as a motherly figure for him when his own parents were preoccupied with matters of state. Tarshenna stepped forward. She cupped his face and Talon looked into her eyes even as she stared into his.

“Only to those who know you, my prince.” There was a beat of silence as she seemed to search for something in Talon’s features. “Sometimes I still see that bright eyed boy running in the gardens chasing after the minova bats. You have become a fine man, Talon. Trust in that.”

She released Talon’s face and gestured to the servants. Talon knelt and spread his wings so that the decorative pad could be added to the arms of his wings. When they were finished, he stretched and folded them experimentally to make sure nothing pinched. Gently, they began running their fingers through the feathers of his wings, making sure that they were adequately groomed. It was as he was rising back to his feet that the doors to his dressing room opened once more and in walked his companion and bodyguard. The raven-winged Avialae was dressed impeccably in a dark black coat accented with blue trim that was more reminiscent of the styles of his homeland of Gelerand than of Kalzasi. As he entered, he bowed low. He gave Tarshenna a crisp nod of his head which she returned slightly. Talon could feel from Aoren that the man was still on edge. He was spending practically every waking moment striving to make up for the incident earlier that season.

“The guests are arriving, my Shinsei. Your mother is requesting your presence in the grand hall.” Aoren ran a hand through his hair. He repeated the gesture, apparently trying to get his hair to cooperate with whatever it was he thought it should look like. Talon wordlessly stepped forward, gently knocked aside Aoren’s hands and moved to straighten his hair himself. His friend’s hazel eyes looked at him with gratitude. Talon sent a silent thread of reassurance and comfort across their bond before squeezing his shoulders in a show of support.

Talon adjusted the cloak over his shoulder before taking a deep breath. He took one last look at himself then made his way out of his suite of rooms. At his side were his personal entourage along with Tarshenna. The walk from his rooms to the grand hall was mostly quiet for him. The palace was abuzz with activity as servants and staff moved with purpose to tend to the needs of guests and residents of the estate. It was not long before Talon approached the doors reserved for use by his family. Gathered there were all the core members of House Novalys, which was largely all that was left following the decimation of the family at the hands of Jacien Novalys. Seeing his family gathered there, it was a painful reminder of that dark period in their long history. He pulled brothers and sisters into his arms, fussed with their clothing a bit, bowed to his step-mothers until finally he stood in front of his mother.

The Iron Queen of Kalzasi wore her customary black with silver accents. Ever the proud sorceress, the jewelry upon her person exuded arcane power and an austere form of opulence. As he approached her, she reached for him. Talon went to her, bending at the waist so that she could cup his face gently and place a tender kiss upon his brow. His mother smoothed her hands over his shoulders as the rest of his family lined up behind him. The procession would be a formal one, with Talon at its head, proclaiming to the audience that he was the host of this evening’s festivities in place of his father who was still travelling abroad.

“You look just like your father.” Talon smiled and bowed his head to his mother.

“Does that include his preference for wearing chainmail instead of formal attire?” Sahfri laughed softly, which was joined by his step-mothers and the rest of his siblings.

“Come. We are fashionably late, as is to be expected.” Sahfri stepped aside, going to stand directly behind him. On her right and left were her fellows, the Second and Third Wife of House Novalys respectively. Behind them was the procession of children beginning with his brother Rien as the Secondborn Son. Talon was not the eldest but as the Firstborn Son of House Novalys, he was his father’s direct heir and would be the inheritor of House Novalys and all that was at its command when the time came. At the doors were Aoren, Tarshenna and his step-mothers head guards respectively. He nodded to them and with that signal, they opened the doors to the grand hall. There came the ring of a gong, announcing the arrival of the royal family.

Talon strode forward with the practiced grace born from his life as a warrior and his grooming as a noble of Kalzasi’s premiere House. He wore a pristine white coat with a high collar. The cloak over his shoulder brushed lightly across the floor. Gold accents and tassels hung from his shoulder along with a mix of silver and gold embroidery. The sash around his waist was silver just as the shirt he wore beneath his coat was a bright white to match the coat itself. This attire coupled with the silvery cast to his wings in the light of the enchanted globes and chandelier’s that illuminated the hall made Talon almost shine.

“His Royal Highness, Talon Alexios Novalys, First Son of House Novalys. Lord of the Palace of the First Wind. Shinsei to Savien Praetus Novalys, Thirteenth Shokaze of Kalzasi and all its realms.” As the crier announced him, Talon stepped forward so that he was in full view of the attendees of the ball. The grand hall was packed with people, the vast majority of whom were from the upper echelon’s of Kalzasi’s society. The Great Houses were all represented there, in their traditional House colors. Members of the nobility just below them and plenty of prominent members of their society. Talon steeled his nerves, he felt a swell of support from his companion across their bond.

“Welcome, guests! Welcome to the Harvest Ash Festival Ball. On behalf of my Father, our Shokaze and Sovereign, may this night reflect the prosperity of our nation and the strength of our family. Come, let the festivities commence!” Talon raised his hands. He drew upon his kinetics and brought the aether flux into view. With a flick of his thoughts he tugged on the strings of several paper decorations hanging on the ceiling of the grand hall. The decorations unfurled, designed to open up into the shape of the silver star, the symbol of House Novalys. From within them dropped a harmless bit of dust touched with the illusory magic of Masquerade. The effect saw a veritable shower of falling stars upon all those gathered only to dissipate harmlessly above their heads. There was applause and then...then the music began and Talon began to make his way to the floor.

Posted: **Sun Nov 01, 2020 9:57 pm**

Aside from introducing themselves to their mother's liege at the Cerulean Keep, this was their first foray into the high society of Kalzasi on their own. Kala, at least, was considered an adult and was nominally minding Kaus until such time as he completed his Warren March and could be considered an adult as well. This was a frequent point to tease him about, though such things between corebonded twins were generally lighthearted. All the same, she thought he cut a rather dashing figure in black and if he had already tousled his hair, at least the time she spent grooming his feathers hadn't gone for naught—yet. She wore a simple, pale blue sheath dress and a black collar necklace like stylized lace.

Something she said in his head made him laugh and it drew a few measuring looks from nearby partygoers. She smiled, but let her gaze fall demurely to the floor for a moment. Though twins, he had nearly a foot on her and the wings. The blessings of the Crystal Lady were upon him. If people were looking at him, then it gave her an opportunity to observe without being observed and that was always an advantage. If she was calculating, she had been trained to be. Her people liked their autonomy, remote as they were from the Free Cities. Her people relied on House Leukos to maintain that autonomy, and so the twins would not have been allowed here without supervision if they were not dedicated to that cause and equipped to do their part.

"It is grand, isn't it?" she murmured as if to herself.

A woman, clearly used to these parties, smiled at her. "'Tis that. You grow accustomed to it eventually."

"Remarkable," Kala agreed, "to what one might become accustomed." And then she was pulled into a conversation with the older woman while Kaus drifted off to explore. She didn't mind. Even if she were blindfolded and spun around until she was so dizzy she couldn't stand, she would be able to confidently point in the direction of her brother. They had tested it.

When the music indicated the coming of the royal family, the woman's attention was drawn away from Kala; Kaus quit the company of several Avialae youths to return to her side. The Shinsei led them, following on the heels of the crier's announcement. Kala clapped at the bit of illusory display, wondering whether she should make a point to meet the prince, if possible, or introduce herself to the Iron Queen, who was a Briathos, after all.

As luck would have it, they were rather close to where the royal family's descent met their guests. Kaus, Kala, and all nearby bowed as appropriate.

Posted: **Tue Nov 03, 2020 3:46 pm**

When Stars Collide

Ash 46th, 120th Year, A.o.S.

It was an event that not only carried on within the palace walls, but outside within the courtyard gardens also, with such celebration that bolstered arrivals in drones. Such events weren't normally Rickter's forte, as you would never catch him actively partaking in them, however, due to the fact he'd been invited to this event; others made sure he'd be attending after all.

Not that he minded though, Telion and Hannah had never had a chance to go to one of these things, and ultimately Rickter himself would have to grow accustomed to them also. If he planned to serve as part of the royal guard in time, then he'd certainly have to learn how to deal with the masses. Not just cordially but strategically as well, in the event situations arose and he needed to act quickly.

So really the coming to this event couldn't be prevented, and while the wolf had a hand in helping with a bit of shopping, he hadn't quite seen what exactly his fellow companions would be wearing to the scene. Rickter stood outside the balance entrance awaiting their arrival, moments before the doors were opened to allow the guests inside, as he watched all the crowds scattered within the gardens.

Quite honestly he was a nervous wreck at the moment, because he was surrounded by all these people, wearing rather posh clothing in his opinion no less; and likely bound to garner a few stares while he waited. Already people talked as they wanted, about him, the palace, the ball, the noble families, so much in fact that his ears were overwhelmed by the topics. It was enough to nearly generate a mild headache in the wolf, until at last he caught sight of two ladies approaching the palace entrance. It was a relief in seeing their familiar faces to be sure, but Rickter's own amazement was present when Hannah and Telion reached his position.

Hannah approached in quite the embroidered gown, with silver and white decorations delicately weaved around the waist trim and shoulders of the dress. With the sleeves designed to simply tarp over her arms, the brunette walked up beside Telion with her hair styled with curls at the front, and a couple of braided tails trailing down past her neck. Truly she looked marvelous in her outfit, which wouldn't have surprised Rickter so much, had he grown used to seeing the lady in this sort of fashion.

Telion on the other hand looked almost impeccably different, in comparison to the routine bard lifestyle she catered to so well. Her cerulean-blue gown designed with a bit more traditional elegance in mind, like the embroidery on it, reflected soft sparkles when the light hit them just right. Her hair was braided into one long tail, using a corsage decorated with white lilies used to keep the elaborate braids in check. Both of them... were radiant in their arrival to the wolf's position, and both beheld an air of elegance Rickter couldn't even hope to match.

Rickter himself paled in comparison to the two ladies before him, as he'd merely worn a white formal shirt tucked within dark pants, with a black surcoat buttoned over the shirt just over the centerfold of his chest. "Sorry, it took us a bit to find you." Telion murmured now that they had arrived, her gentle smile almost immediately dissipating the firmness in Rickter's expression.

"It's fine..." Damn it he was trying so hard not to stare, garnering an amused look out of them both when he turned to look at the doorway. "You're both just in time."

"Right then," Hannah remarked as she took Rickter by the left arm, pulling him around so that he stood between the two ladies. "Shall we?" As if on queue Telion took his right bicep, as Hannah held onto the left, leaving Rickter to serve as their chaperones for the evening.

"Let's." The bard herself agreed which already slightly unnerved Rickter, a small but growing sign of anxiousness in his features as he looked to their feet suddenly.

"Head up, back straight." The brunette to his left barked quickly with an expectant look. "You're heading into a ball Rickter. Act proud, feel good about the way you look, people will have their eyes on you tonight." Hannah instructed as they walked towards the doorway, entering through into the foyer as the mass of arrivals walked further in. "And for Gods sake, remember to enjoy yourself while you're here."

"Sound advice coming from you..." The wolf remarked to the brunette tactfully, who eyed him in turn with a sharp thought.

"I know a few things... Trust me." Of that he began to wonder, since he knew so little about her. Still, the wolf did as she instructed, attempting to demonstrate confidence as he elevated his head a bit more. He found it difficult to keep straight so much of course, but the tension in his shoulders visibly relaxed the further they walked in towards the grand hall. Eventually, when they arrived, members of the Houses waited to greet everyone that arrived, along with a special announcement from the Prince himself once people were inside. It was a welcome that came paired with a bit of festivity, showing those that gathered a bit of magical display as banners unrolled upon a whim, and glistening stars fell down upon the party arrivals to generate a sense of awe.

"Oh wow!" Telion remarked as the trio watched the event unfold, Rickter glancing down at the blonde next to him, and beginning to actually smile as his eyes shifted from her to other faces within the room. There were noticeably House Novalys people, such as Talon's family and Aoren, but there were plenty of others there that he also didn't know. Again uneasiness plagued his mind now that he trod new territory, but the wolf was made clear that tonight was about having a bit of fun. Thus, rather than worry about what awaited him around any metaphorical corner in this place, he took to remember what he was told earlier and tried to keep a relaxed appearance within the hall.

"Tis certainly a highly catered event," Hannah pointed out with a look to the tables littered with banquet food, "something tells me this is more than just an appeal to the public."

Rickter's eyes shifted to Hannah next, noticing the peculiar look of observation in her stare in turn. "What makes you say that?"

"As I said I know a few things." The brunette quickly remarked as though she meant to drop the subject. "I'll tell you more later, after a bit of time to see how the ball unfolds." She then generated a fixed smile to Rickter that was well-practiced, not necessarily forced but certainly looked the part of having a good time. "Look sharp Rickter," Hannah instructed with a hidden nod towards the rest of the guests, "someone's bound to approach."

"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."

Posted: **Sun Nov 08, 2020 3:05 pm**

Talon let out a breath as he turned to make his way down the steps and to the main floor of the grand hall. He kept his head up and he lifted his wings slightly so that they did not drag upon the floor when he took to the stairs. People were filtering their way through the grand hall and some were being guided to adjoining rooms where other forms of entertainment had been provided to guests.

“Breathe easy, my son. You did well.” His mother spoke softly behind him as she and his step-mothers made their way down the stairs. When Talon finally reached the floor, those nearest bowed to which he gave them a nod of his head.

“The night is not yet over, mother.” He heard Sahfri chuckle softly.

“Indeed. Soon there will have been enough drink to loosen tension and to free tongues of their social graces.” He could feel the amused smiles on the lips of his mother and step-mothers. He had no doubt that there would be those who drank too heavily, who traded wits a bit too sharply and those who issued challenges for one reason or another. It was the nature of a party, however grand the event.

“Interesting.” Talon turned his head slightly, quirking a brow. His unspoken question was answered. “House Leukos. A vassal estate beholden to your grandfather. They do not travel often to the city but I would recognize those features.”

Talon looked at the pair who his mother was indicating. They were pale with complexions that reminded Talon of carefully made porcelain. The male, was considerably taller than the female though he was surprisingly short for an Avialae. It was not entirely unheard of but Talon did not see it very often. The majority of Talon’s time among his own kind, the Skyborn, was spent among warriors or those in the highest echelon of Kalzasi’s society. As a result, the Avialae that Talon saw tended to be broad and robust given their penchant to either be in the Sky Guard or a member of a higher ranked family in the city. So he was intrigued but he did not rush forward to greet them. He spent moments with each of the nobles and ranking officials that approached him. There were well-wishes for his father. There were inquiries into the affairs of the family’s business. He did not linger overly long though as etiquette demanded that he make his rounds for at least a short while.

As it happened, he eventually found himself near to the two members of House Leukos. Talon’s steel grey eyes came to rest on them. By then, the majority of his family members had dispersed among the crowd in order to greet or guide their guests to engage with the festivities. The Novalys heir inclined his head to them.

“Welcome, guests. Forgive me, but I am not familiar with your faces. To whom do I owe the pleasure of hosting this evening?” They looked young to Talon but it was obvious that they were closely related. He could see the resemblance to each other quite clearly. Beside him stood his mother, the Iron Queen in her ebony gown, a stark contrast to the vibrant white and silver that Talon himself wore.

----

“Rickter!” Approaching from their left was none other than Aoren. He wore the more formal vestments that were reminiscent of Imperium styles but he looked no more out of place than any other. Unlike other guests, Aoren carried a set of swords at his hips. As one of the royal guard, he was among some of the only ones allowed to be armed within the grand hall that evening. The raven winged Avialae waved to the wolf Rathari. He came to stand right in front of the trio. He bowed to the ladies.

“Telion.” Turning his attention to Hannah, Aoren looked at her a bit puzzled. “I remember you from the night we first met. Forgive me, but I do not recall your name.”

Posted: **Sun Nov 08, 2020 4:52 pm**

If they looked a bit out of place, the twins didn't look uncomfortable. When they were together, they tended toward confidence—not that brash bravado that people wore like armor, but the bone-deep surety that the person beside them had their back unto death and possibly beyond. This was what a core bond looked like, though they were not common.

The entire party shifted around Talon Novalys, the invisible flow of political power shifting much as the aether would around a powerful magus. Kala watched it, rapt and learning. This was a part of her education in the city as much as anything she learned at the Academy. The ebb and flow of power was a thing that could raise people up and decimate the world. History taught them this. The priorities of birth and duty were not lost on her. Aquilios would become the Lord of the Mountain one day, the patriarch of House Leukos and master of Starfall. If anyone would be the aegis, though, it would be his siblings, who had the freedom to roam beyond his realm to see to its interests.

Her people prayed for the health of Kalzasi, but their focus was on home.

She was not caught unawares when the Shinsei approached. Kaus had been looking hither and thither, following whither his focus led his eyes. Their minds were separate, but there was always some overlap. Kaus felt the approach of the party's most august guests and its host, knowing because Kala knew. And Kala felt the relative lay of the party, her brother's eyes finding those people they knew and marking them beyond her peripheral vision.

The twins bowed as one when the Shinsei's attention fell upon them, though Kaus' was the lower as he was still legally a child. When they rose again, he looked up at the prince with naked admiration. If he was jealous of the height and breadth of their host, it didn't read. He was too good-natured and too blessed to feel true envy, and he was used to an elder brother who fit the ideal form better than he ever would.

"Kala Leukos, your Highness," she said, speaking for them both because she had always taken the lead, from their entrance into the world and beyond, but again, because she was the adult of the pair. "And my brother, Kaus. Thank you for the invitation." Of course, they were both aware that he likely didn't have anything to do with the guest list, but she was here and he was the host and it was right to thank him in any case.

"Shinsei," Kaus chimed in respectfully.

"We haven't been in the city long," she continued, offering him pertinent information, knowing he would have quite a lot on his plate here. "We've come for a Warren March."

Technically, it was Kaus', but she wasn't about to lie, even by omission, to the Shokaze's heir. It would be her Warren March as much as Kaus' because she might not be able to change the world, but she would be damned if she did not take control of the narrative of her own life. She didn't overburden the prince with more information unless he asked for it, nor insert anything self-serving. The policy of House Leukos was to present as competent and loyal, but not overreaching. They didn't seek favor, only to leave a benign impression.

But for all the generations of calculation, her small smile was sincere.

Posted: **Sun Nov 08, 2020 7:55 pm**

When Stars Collide

Ash 46th, 120th Year, A.o.S.

The sound of a familiar face came in from their left as Rickter's eyes meandered over, curiously fallen on the night colored feathers of the Knight-Captain he'd seen off and on. Theirs has been a strange friendship to be sure, if Rickter could even assume the man felt anything akin to such a bond. Of course, that still didn't mean he couldn't afford a hint of a smile for the Avialae, when he came to approach the three lingering together closely. "Good to see you, Aoren." The wolf greeted in his approach, the two ladies at his side curtseying in turn when he greeted them, Telion offering a light-hearted chuckle as she did so.

"Always a pleasure to see you again Captain!" She greeted him in turn, which left Hannah as he seemed thoughtful. No. Perhaps even confused? There was remembrance within his eyes when he looked at her, but aside from the familiarity, he didn't quite have the name committed to memory.

"Hannah Venward, my lord." Hannah returned to him with another brief curtsey, before tilting her head with a coy smile cast his way. "Am I to assume that you're the reason Rickter was invited here?" The wolf glanced down at her warily, unsure as to what prompted her to inquire such a pointless question. Then again... Given his status and the fact he wasn't a part of the royal guard yet, it was far easier to assume that Rickter wouldn't have voluntarily been invited here. Outside within the festivities sure, but to be within the palace itself on a night like this? Someone had to be looking out for him up here, and the quicker he caught on who... the better.

Thus he waited to see what Aoren had to say with the inquiry, before Rickter himself resolved to weigh in on the matter. "Regardless it's... A fine ball." He attested though it was with little confidence, clearly not quite comfortable with the setting as it was. Nevertheless, Telion and Hannah both were there to help him through it, and yet, it was at that moment Hannah released herself from his left arm.

"I think I'll have a drink, if you two would excuse me." The brunette chimed casually with a glance to Aoren, shooting the captain a wink before grinning at him in turn. "Captain." She greeted once more before turning to slip away, undoubtedly flirting with the man even if it went against her best wishes. Telion's smile broadened in watching her leave, if only temporarily, as she took it upon herself to carry out the conversation.

"On behalf of Ricky, I'd like to thank you and... House Novalys?" She looked up to make sure she was correct in naming the rulers of Kalzasi, to which Rickter nodded to her for confirmation that she had been correct. The bard was still new to Kalzasi after all, so all the culture was indeed a fresh breath of air to her. One she'd slowly grown acquainted with, the longer she'd spent time working alongside the wolf. "It's not every day you get to see beautiful events like this." She admitted humbly with a thoughtful look in her eye, though it was kept well hidden behind the warm smile she projected towards the Avialae.

"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."

Posted: **Wed Nov 11, 2020 11:04 pm**

Lyra sipped idly on her drink, positioned in the back near the door she had only recently come through. A part of her wished to escape the way she had come, though a sense of inevitability seemed to weigh down her feet at the ankles. It had been such a casual thing, a minor mention from the lips of a student, and suddenly she was all but obligated to be here. She wanted to sigh, but restrained herself. She had spent quite a bit of time, and gold, in preparing for the days event.

Lyra's vessel was that of a human woman with dark hair that fell just past her shoulders. Today that hair was set and pinned up in a fashion that was popular to this city, or so Edelma had said. Her skin was pale as normal, though it was colored somewhat thanks to the magic of cosmetics. The paint could not hide the black tattoo lines that traced over every inch of exposed skin. They ran from the corners of her eyes, nose and mouth, down her neck and disappeared into the neck of the black dress she wore. More lines could be seen whenever she flashed the palms of her hands, as well as the length of each finger. Dark colors highlighted the gold of her eyes, a faint sparkle was added to the lids, a fact that Lyra had scoffed at when it was suggested, though she admitted it did something to highlight her gaze and draw at least some of the attention away from her tattoos.

The dress Lyra wore was made of black material, and fell to the ground with a small train that just barely brushed the stone floor of the ballroom. The garment was was fitted, tight in the shoulders and waist with sleeves that went all the way down and hooked into her middle fingers with silver rings. On the backs of each gem was a softly glowing stone, cut and fixed in place. Across the dress itself was an intricate embroidery. It started on the left shoulder, a serpent with no eyes that curled around the neck and rested its head over Lyra's left breast. Golden lines wove with silver threads, forming what looked liked tendrils of golden smoke that spiraled down each arm and down her back. The spirals of the arms twisted and wove around the gems, linking them back to the larger design which spit down the back once it reached her waist, flowing around her hips and falling like waterfalls down each leg toward the hem. The embroidery itself was difficult to describe. As one looked one could pick out shapes. Mountains, rivers, clouds, and even city structures. As soon as one focused, however, the design was gone. The only image that could be routinely picked out was that of a stylized eye, linked to others of its kind with silver tendrils. These eye designs dotted the entire embroidery, and stared out at the crowds unblinking.

Faint wisps of smoke fell from the golden threads, dancing for but a moment before they dissipated. Lyra wove a spell into the now active glyph, summoning feelings of disinterest, and boredom in those who looked in her direction. The power whispered softly, a faint symphony that mixed with the melodies of those who glanced in her direction. There was nothing of interest, look away, there is something I must do, or someone I must talk to. Look, ignore and then forget.

Thus it was as people glanced up at her their eyes quickly slid away, and before long they forgot she was there entirely. It was how Lyra preferred it.

The wine is good. Lyra thought, eyeing the dark red liquid in her glass. She wondered if she could get Talon to bring some in their next lesson. It no affect on her, but she could at least enjoy the taste as it was.

Lyra returned to watching the little noble perform his act, entertaining the guests and doing what good nobles did. It seemed that not much had really changed in the last millenniums. She inspected the pale woman with passing interest, though her gaze quickly drifted toward a woman with blonde hair. A smile curled Lyra's lips as she stared at Rickter, golden eyes boring into his back for a moment before shifting to Telion. Perhaps this evening was not a waste after all. For a moment Lyra thought to join one of the two groups, but something about the woman with Talon made her hesitate. A dark dress, eyes that did not match the expression and body language... Perhaps in a bit.

Around her people were talking, whispering, mingling. Lyra took another sip, resting her back against the wall and folding her arms over her chest. Just a bit longer. Glancing to the side Lyra saw what looked like some not so happy faces, gazes that shot hard eyes in the direction of the Novalys family. It made Lyra raise an eyebrow. The more she looked, the more she began to notice. Not everyone at this ball was here of their own accord, and few it seemed were especially happy for whatever reason.

It seems like a storm is brewing. Lyra though, taking another sip of wine. The question was, which way would the wind blow?

Posted: **Thu Nov 26, 2020 4:10 pm**

“House Leukos. How splendid.” The voice that spoke was that of his mothers. She was staring at the twins curiously with the hint of a razor thin smile upon her lips. “Long have we known your mother. We knew your father as well, may the Lady give rest to his soul. Both were welcome faces at Lau’Dai Xhan. Our father sends his regards.”

He waited for his mother to finish as he shared her words. House Leukos, then, was a vassal of his grandfather. Briefly Talon looked around the room, hoping that the elusive man might be present for he had never had the privilege of meeting him. He saw only a small delegation from House Briathos, his cousins, he assumed so, for they appeared younger. There was a part of him that was moved to go in search of his grandfather but he had always hesitated. One did not go to Lau’Dai Xhan unless they were summoned, for it was rare that one could even find it, were they not extended an invitation. He wondered if that extended to him, who was the man’s grandson. Brushing away those thoughts, Talon inspected the two in front of him, his eyebrow arching as they mentioned a Warren March. It was the Rite of Passage that every Avialae went through in Kalzasi, were they native to its lands. He studied Kaus for a moment and he had a moment of unease for the young man. He worried at what horrors the young man would face in the coming season as he ventured down into the deeps of the Warrens.

“I wish you much good fortune in that pursuit, Kozoku Kaus. Every Avialae has a duty to protect his people, the tradition is a harsh one but it is what continues to ensure Kalzasi remains able and ready to defend itself.” While not every Avialae continued along the path of the warrior once their Warren March was complete, it was something that was ingrained into them. He had seen even those who had fallen out of practice still remain able to hold their own in a passing skirmish due to an entire childhood and adolescence spent preparing for the danger. Others remained committed to the effort of defending their people, their entire lives. It was the driving force behind everything Talon believed in. He loved his homeland. He loved his people, even if that love was being tested in days of late.

“You have not been in the city overly long?” It was a rhetorical question given that they had already admitted to as much. It gave Talon an idea, something that had been weighing on his mind. “Tell us, with eyes that are fresh to Kalzasi proper, what do you believe we can do better to serve our people?”

Talon switched to the royal “we” in that moment in order to indicate that he was speaking not just for himself, but for the entirety of his household. It was rare that he took the full mantle of the authority vested in him as his father’s direct heir but this was a matter he took seriously. As the Firstborn Son, Talon had a right to commit resources of his household to causes that benefited the city-state and its territories. Of course, his father and his mothers could step in and overrule him if they so chose but he did his best to use his authority wisely and to pursue those things they would approve of. He felt his mother pause beside him. She was undoubtedly listening and observing to see how he responded to and handled this situation.

He awaited their response, dismissing a servant as he was offered a glass of wine. Before they could speak however, one of the palace crier’s announced clearly.

“His Excellency, Pavel Rakesh Senue, Daizoku of House Senue, High Lord of Kyongyuan, The Ruby Prince and Slayer of the Rys’sen Gore.” Talon turned his head slowly to regard the entourage that entered into the expansive ballroom. He kept his features trained in a neutral position. He was not surprised by the presence of House Senue, not exactly. What did surprise him was the fact that the Daizoku of the House had made the decision to make himself present at the gathering himself. It was not uncommon for several of the Houses to hold banquets and celebrations simultaneously, often sending simply a delegation to each others parties. It struck Talon as both poignant and convenient that the Patriarch of House Senue would come to a House Novalys celebration while his father was away on diplomatic ventures for the city-state. His mother spoke softly beside him.

“The Ruby Prince?” His mother’s voice was neutral, as though she were commenting on nothing more than the weather.

“It is a declaration to say he believes he is greater than me.” Talon was not blind to the implication. He also did not say whether he took affront to it or believed it to be true. That would have indulged their arrogance. He continued to keep his features and his tone soft as though the very blatant slap in his face were of no importance. House Senue craved glory, power and attention. He would not give it to them. At least not until he had to. He was host and would have to greet the Daizoku as was proper, but this was his home and he would do so on his own terms. He returned his attention back to the Leukos children.

“Forgive me, a brief distraction. You were saying?”

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“The pleasure is mine.” He returned their curtsies with a bow of his own. When he righted himself he rest a hand on his hip. He chuckled, shaking his head at Hannah.

“I am not a lord, Madam Venward. I am just a soldier.” He paused for a moment as he studied Hannah curiously. “I feel like I have seen you somewhere else. At the birthday celebration, obviously but...” He spoke thoughtfully as though he were trying to place her face. After a moment he shrugged.

“I’m sure it will come to me.” He smiled at Hannah.

“Aye, I made sure to invite you all. We couldn’t very well have our newest prospect lose out on a chance to see what the life of a royal guard will be like.” Aoren nodded around the chamber. At various places there were figures dressed in unmistakably fine attire but there was a distinct almost militant appearance to their bearing and dress. Each one of them carried weaponry that was easily within their grasp at a moment’s notice.

“Allow me.” Without missing a beat, Aoren reached over and plucked a silver tray from the hands of a passing servant who surrendered it to him fluidly. The two shared a nod as Aoren picked up a glass and extended it to Hannah.

“Karkorei. It is a liquor prepared specifically by House Ahtivin. It is said it both rejuvenates and intoxicates in order to prolong the feelings of ease and joy.” He smiled at Hannah. “I certainly do hope that this is an enjoyable night for you, Madam Venward.”

Aoren extended the drinks to Rickter and Telion as well before taking one of his own and returning the tray to the servant.

“You are welcome, Telion.” He nodded to her as he sipped his drink. “It is not every day that House Novalys hosts something this extravagant. They typically spend their money on more pragmatic things but...it has been a hard year. Some joy for the people is in order.”

Aoren’s hazel eyes scanned the crowd, ever alert.

“You are all--” Before he could finish, the crier made his announcement ushering in the arrival of House Senue’s Daizoku and his entourage. Aoren’s head turned in their direction and his jaw tightened upon seeing them. The elaborate reds and golds of House Senue were beautiful to behold, there was no doubting that the family knew how to make an appearance. What drew Aoren’s narrowed gaze was the fact that the Daizoku and several of those beside him were carrying swords. They appeared ceremonial but the statement was read loud and clear. Along with the obvious affront of announcing themselves with such an auspicious title in the presence of the royal family, they were very clearly toeing the line of what was acceptable. Following the events of Jacien Novalys, the Seven Families had quietly agreed to disallow weaponry on their grounds by any save for those native to the estate compounds. House Senue was very openly making a statement by ignoring that rule. It was not a law but it was certainly rude.

“That bastard…” Aoren spoke softly. He took in a deep breath before righting his features. He turned his attention to the others. “Forgive me. Something foul must have distracted me for a moment.”

He looked around for Talon. The two of them briefly met eyes. A silent understanding passed between them. They would greet the Daizoku of House Senue in a moment as was proper but they would not entertain his very rude appearance.

Posted: **Sun Nov 29, 2020 4:23 pm**

"Thank you, your Majesty," Kala said to the queen, bowing in tandem with her brother. The twins often looked as though their movements were choreographed, so in sync with each other had they been since their conception. Some found them odd, even among the Avialae. "Our parents have always spoken of our liege lords with pride."

"I will be cautious, my Shinsei," Kaus assured the prince, "but I am not afraid."

It was a shame. At his height and with his babyface, he would be considered young for quite a long time, but his sister observed with quiet approval. Both of them were the picture of politesse, neither attempting to curry undue favor with flattery or fawning. Everything they said was simple and true. Lady Akshara and her late husband did hold House Briathos in high esteem. How not? They were a family whose generational inheritance included mystical as well as political power, even with smaller numbers. Some might compare the way the less famous House's comportment to their Great House patrons'.

Plant seeds in good earth, husband them well, and reap what was sown. Of course, agricultural metaphors might best be reserved for House Senue, who made their presence known before Kala could respond to the prince's question. It gave her time to think, at least, while she observed the High Lord's arrival.

What they said might be simple and true, but what they said was also carefully curated—being raised apart from the intrigue of Kalzasi didn't mean they hadn't been trained to swim rather than sink when they found themselves swimming with sharks.

"Balance, my Shinsei," she replied finally. "You must keep your House strong, keep your rivals in check without shaming them into extreme responses." That was all she was prepared to say about whatever response he might have to Lord Senue tonight. "Strengthen your allies without riding roughshod over your rivals, giving them more reason to act against you. Support the noble houses, but not at the expense of merchants and artisans, laborers and artists. Protect and nurture." She paused for a moment. Summing up the impossible task of governing perfectly was hardly helpful. "You are surrounded by the powerful. Their needs are obvious. Perhaps you might seek to elevate some voices from the Low-City, at least until they are loud enough to be heard. In most cases, their needs are simple and their loyalties tied to those who meet them. Keep them safe. Keep them fed and sheltered. Give them the ability to rise as far as their merits will take them. Kalzasi can only benefit from cooperation."

Perhaps it sounded like a bid to become a councilor. It wasn't intended as such. She was merely a student, though if he pressed further, she supposed she could explain herself better. His question wasn't one she had anticipated at a party. Perhaps she would anticipate better in the future if she had the opportunity to know him better.

"My sister walks the length and breadth of the city, your Highness," Kaus chimed in. "I find it interesting comparing notes with her as we explore. It gives her a different perspective than I get from the air."

Posted: **Sat Dec 19, 2020 8:05 pm**

When Stars Collide

Ash 46th, 120th Year, A.o.S.

Aoren's show of ballroom etiquette wasn't something Rickter ignored, when he watched the man bowed in return to the greeting the pair of ladies gave him. Normally he could maintain a sense of comfort or causality within the halls of this place, tonight, however, the wolf had stepped into a completely new ball game in turn. Learning the ropes of these events wasn't going to be easy, he noted, but overall he gave it an effort to at least make notes of things as they came.

In regards to Aoren's dismissal of the title, the brunette's smirk broadened a little more in response to him. He recalled seeing her before during the night of Rickter's own birthday, however, he looked as though he'd thought to have seen her elsewhere as well. The remark brought a light-hearted chuckle from Hannah in turn, as she lifted her shoulders up in a casual shrug with an innocent look shared with the man. "Surely? I'll have to keep an eye on you then!" She responded in turn with his lack of memory, and the comment he made on remembering it later.

Truth be told not even Rickter knew what Hannah did when she was by herself. The brunette was always off doing her own thing when she wasn't with Telion, and most of the time that happened when she and Rickter were training... or on a job together. When she'd asked the question though Rickter looked from her to Aoren then, a timid smile given to the man as well, when he thought about the fact his friends were there to support him in turn.

The wolf had been pretty caught up in worrying about the ball, without thinking about how those nervous feelings might carry out between him and the other two. Though with that Bond, he could also determine not just how his Bondmates felt in general, but in a way determine how they felt when meeting with certain other people. Suddenly the ball was more than just a learning experience for Rickter, and he admittedly felt rather challenged by the perpetual immensity he found in such simple ideas.

"It's... certainly different." Rickter agreed reluctantly as his eyes went about the room, glimpsing the various figures that were situated throughout the room in turn. Rickter would potentially be among their ranks, if he pulled off the second half of the Argent Hand trials awaiting him. He knew they'd be challenges of might and prowess but, wondered also if there would be more to them than that. Regardless, he'd set aside any notions of waiting until the Frost, rather taking it upon himself to refine his skills over the remainder of the season instead. He wanted to be ready... more than ready. He wanted to be prepared.

At Hannah's inclination to step away for a drink, Aoren seemed quick to pitch in, already coming into possession of a silver tray in an all too smooth motion. "Well, aren't you charming!" Hannah remarked with the corner of her lips turned up into a grin, her shoulders then raised again as though she were feigning a bashful noblewoman. Rickter and Telion looked at the two of them and, together, seemingly smiled at the same time in watching the two. Hannah had to have known Aoren's affections for Talon, and yet she didn't seem to shy away from making her wily advances either. She was certainly a woman unafraid to chase after what she wanted, though, Rickter still often wondered what it was the woman really did want.

"Ooo," The brunette cooed before taking a sip from her glass, the other two just now being given theirs as she finished sampling it, "Mm, a fine beverage. A robust flavor indeed." In raising the wine glass up Rickter softly sniffed at the air above, letting the aroma tickle his nostrils as the scent of yeast and berries flowed through. Telion didn't hesitate to raise her glass in turn, though held it up between her and the wolf, as he looked almost clueless to her in regards to the gesture.

"Cheers?" The bard almost giggled because of his uncertainty, allowing Rickter to realize what it was she had wanted to do. Most often he would see warriors of the same group or even guards in a squad do the same, where they'd slam their mugs together in the revelry as they celebrated. Though that seemed way too informal for an occasion such as this, didn't it? Rickter's eyes fell back onto the drink then as he lowered it down, delicately tapping it against Telion's so that a light clink was made between them. As the pair tried a sip from their wine glasses, Aoren then expressed goodwill for Hannah and the night that was in store.

"Perish the thought!" She quickly teased in turn as she adjusted her posture, standing a little straighter within her shoulders so that certain assets of her body were better defined by the outline of her dress. "A ball is the ideal setting for a night of fun, especially when there's much to be discovered and the night is still young." The brunette curled a finger at her chin in turn, winking once more to Aoren to emphasize an implication, before she lifted her glass of wine to drink from it once more.

"I'd have to agree," Telion responded when Aoren answered Telion in turn, "events like this are what makes the times easier to deal with." To a degree Rickter could agree, even in his solitary lifestyle, there were times where distraction played a crucial role. Such was where his second profession often helped in that regard, even if it were something the wolf wouldn't have actively pursued outright. Still, the look in Aoren's eyes when he searched about led the wolf to wander, his eyes narrowing briefly before the knight-captain started again; only to be interrupted by an announcement of someone newly arrived. The Ruby Prince? Watching as he had made his grand entrance into the grand ballroom, Rickter's eyes fell upon the man who seemed proud to walk around with such a title. House Senue.

The wolf knew his affiliation with the House was minimal, only due to the fact he was a fisherman by trade a long time ago. To think he'd get to see the man surrounded by stories exchanged between fishermen, now of all times, was something the wolf never anticipated happening in all his life. All these big figures that once seemed nothing more than stories, now that he thought about it, were becoming more than just influential aspects in his life. They were becoming a part of his life now. Suddenly it made sense why Hannah wanted him to come, because the big names that Rickter hardly associated himself with weren't just names, they were actual people determined to uphold the prestige their honor had brought them.

It was clear that the presence of House Senue didn't sway those present, as Aoren seemed more inclined to scrutinize the arrivals with looks, before focusing back on the trio present before him afterward. Hannah and Telion were both intrigued by this character in turn, the brunette watching more thoughtfully as she too took note of the weapons they brought. "Quite a bold statement, I wonder if the man's balls are of the same steel."

"Hannah!" Telion muttered lowly toward her friend, a scowl shot to her but also with amusement in her eyes.

"What? Oh, forgive me, t'was just a thought." The brunette remarked in turn, remembering Aoren was still present when she said that.

"If you feel the need to, then go to him." Rickter quickly regarded when he noticed Aoren seemed to share inclinations with Talon, a wry smile presented as he imparted understanding between both of them. "We should be fine here for a while."

"Lord Otison Maze, Kozoku of House Maze!" The announcer from earlier called out once again, the name generating little more than a few glances in turn. After the introduction though the alleged House they named entered, their patriarch appeared in a highly tailored sailor uniform, to mark his honorary status among those within the Sailor's Guild. He was a man that looked well-weathered by age and experience, tall and broad-shouldered when he walked beside a blonde woman in a white dress. In their passing near the Lady of Whispers, however, it was evident that a Melody of concern arose within the woman; after the sight of Rickter caught her glance for a moment.

Yet it was one of the three that followed in after the pair, that Rickter had quickly taken notice of when his blue eyes gandered their way. House Maze after all was somewhat of a popular topic among the fishermen community, back when he was growing up that is, and to see that they too were present stirred interest in the wolf. Behind the couple that had entered through were obviously their children, as they each walked out wearing colors of blue and white that matched their parents' uniforms. Both looked to be relatively young adults when he gazed upon them, leading Rickter to wonder if they were at all involved with the family business in turn, and if they had plans to join the ball here within the palace as well. The girl didn't look too thrilled to be here for certain, and the boy in turn wore a stern if not focused look about him. Yet...

The wolf's eyes widened when he saw the third man following them, dressed in a formal sailor's uniform as he walked along with the rest. It was unmistakable even after all these years, even with the age lines that might've creased his forehead, the same orange hair and deep thoughtful eyes were still unchanged. After all this time he was finally seen once again, and Rickter could only just stare in complete awe at what he'd seen. "Rickter?" Telion checked as she noticed his sudden shift in stance, appearing all the more rigid and astonished by the ghost he'd clearly just seen. "What is it?"

"That man," the wolf remarked lowly with a nod at him, while the gingerly sailor seemed to greet a few party guests in turn, "he's the one I met when I was just a boy... the one who taught me a bit about the Old Ways."

"You mean..." Hannah started with a peculiar look at the man, clearly piqued with curiosity in hearing Rickter speak of him.

"That's 'One-Day' there?" Telion referred to him since it was the only 'code-name' she'd had for him, once Rickter had finally told her a bit about him in turn as well. The wolf nodded though, clearly stricken by surprise to see that the man had come, even more so now that he knew...

One-Day just so happened to be a part of House Maze, which meant the wolf now knew where to look for him later. For now, though Rickter settled on quieting the stirrings in his own heart, for seeing a familiar face after so long in a place such as this, inevitably shook the wolf down to the foundations of his very core.

"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."

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