//------------------------------// // Chapter 8 // Story: Realms of Magic: The Realm of the Gryphons // by TheEighthDayofNight //------------------------------// Contrary to his doubts and worries, the bath had been quite nice. Aquila had been respectful at every turn, and as Dranidal had said, she really did know what she was doing. Her talons dug in at just the right spot on each and every muscle to loosen it, turning the scrubbing into a full body massage. In his private areas, Aquila let Kathranis take control without comment, even going so far as to look away to preserve his privacy, though she did jokingly ask for a peek. Even better, he had learned so much in the short bath. Huron’s worries about secret telling were for naught, as Aquila spent the entire time answering Kathranis’ questions. Bathes, he learned, were largely a social event for gryphons, a time for sharing news, stories, or for just enjoying one another’s company. They could be shared with family, friends, allies, and even enemies that were negotiating. Aquila had assured him that he fell into one of the former categories, though she was forced to mention that her personal opinion of him tainted her choice. It was up to King Terran to make the ultimate decision on whether he was friend, ally, or foe. Regardless of that fact, she was free to share information, and share she did. Thanks to the bath and the accommodating gryphoness, Kathranis could count cursory information about gryphon history, Gryphonia geography, and the inner workings of the royal court amongst his vast store of knowledge. He was the first done with his bath, and after retrieving his crutches and his newly cleaned and mended clothes and armor, Aquila left him to dress. His leather armor shined, and felt more comfortable than ever, almost like it had been remade anew, while still carrying the softening effects of age. Most of the armor slid on easily, with the one difficulty being his boots. Kathranis didn’t even try to slide a boot on his bad leg. Though the leather had the ability to stretch, he didn’t want to risk tearing apart his boots on the splints bracing his leg. Instead, Kathranis slid on one booth and opted to leave the other in the bathroom for the time being. The last thing he put on his was his sword belt, and he balanced awkwardly on a crutch to draw a scimitar. The blade shined brilliantly in the candlelight, and he looked down it to find the blade as sharp as ever. It was like he had cleaned it himself, no doubt the work of his ever-considerate brother. Satisfied that his equipment was in good shape, Kathranis re-sheathed his blades and propped open the door so that he could limp out. He made his way to the door leading to the wider elven barracks, and decided to await his brother there. Holding a slight smile on his face, Kathranis looked to the ceiling, thinking of little as he stood in place. It wasn’t overly long before Huron came out of his bath, followed quickly by Dranidal. The gryphoness offered a slight bow to Kathranis, then left the bathroom. Huron decided to lean against the wall next to Kathranis, crossing his arms, and frowning softly. Kathranis smiled at him, taking note that his brother was also wearing cleaner, mended armor. “Have a good bath?” Huron snorted, but his frown broke slightly. “I could have done better alone… but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve borne.” He let out a sigh and looked to the third door, which was still closed. “It was odd, Dranidal barely spoke, asked nothing of me. When I voiced some concern about privacy, she addressed it without complaint or issue; save for the fact that she would be involved in bathing me.” He scratched the back of his head. “I feel as if there was more at play than a mere bath, and yet… nothing happened. It was merely that, a bath.” Kathranis chuckled. “Well, while you were busy giving our kind hosts the silent treatment, I learned a few things about them, and evidently, baths are a cultural thing. They share them, primarily amongst friends and family, but sometimes amongst political guests.” He drummed his fingers along the top of his crutches. “My guess is that this is all a show; not to manipulate us of course, but to see if we are such. If we are friend, family, or ally, and if the lattermost, how strong we might be, how prideful.” Huron’s frown made a return. “And how would you say we’ve measured up?” Kathranis shrugged. “I think we’ve made it difficult to take a full measure. Between myself and Princess Aquila we have shifted roles a number of times. When I met her, I acted as savior and a bit of a wiseman, as well as a pseudo bodyguard. I told her about our realm, and I was the one to silently learn from her, and her companion’s reactions.” “But,” he continued, “as soon as the ambush concluded, the roles shifted. I was injured, carried away to be healed by gryphon physicians, to be a guest in a gryphon house, and with me I brought the family I had told them I had lost. Suddenly, they can look back on my past words, looking for new insights.” He chuckled and tapped his leg. “And now I find myself temporarily crippled, and out of my natural environment. No matter how loud pride asks to be heard, we can’t ignore that we are totally at the mercy of the gryphons. It would take supreme effort to leave, to fight our way free if we so decided.” He met his brother’s eyes. “Our current status as honored guests lies solely at the feet of Princess Aquila and Prince Valan. Had they lied and told their father I was their enemy, that I had put them in danger, or gods forgive, tried to kill them myself, we would be in cells, if not dead.” “And are you comfortable with that fact?” Huron asked. “Are you comfortable knowing that we no longer have far away allies? I agree with your assessment that we are in a new world Blademaster, but while that offers new opportunities, that comes with many caveats as well. I don’t need to remind you that the gryphons already killed an elf.” Kathranis sighed and looked to the floor. “No, you don’t. Erran’s death is…” he let out another sigh. “I wish to feel more hurt over her death, but in truth, I can only say that her death is regrettable. Traveling with Princess Aquila for even such a short time showed me that their society, their world is fresh, better. It is not so obviously marred by the use of dark magics like ours was. Though they may have enemies and corruptive influences we have not yet seen, those pale in comparison to the powers that took our home, that still likely act even now to rend Faerun asunder.” He snorted and shrugged. “If nothing else, I wish to learn more about the gryphons, to see if we should ally with them. The woods outside their territory would make a lovely place to create a village, and perhaps by settling down near a civilization, our people could begin to grow again.” Huron’s eyebrow raised. “A bit odd going from saying the loss of one of ours is an inconvenience, to talking about our people making children. Even odder that my warrior brother is talking about settling down.” Kathranis let out a third sigh and closed his eyes. “I grieve the loss of all life Huron, but death is nature. We all die. My only wish for Erran is that her death had come later in her life, and without such pointlessness. I only hope that we all die for a good reason, but fate is not ever so kind.” Huron let out a sigh of his own and placed a hand on Kathranis’ shoulder. “I apologize Blademaster.” Kathranis shrugged and straightened. “There is no need brother; you are right. It is hypocritical to say that I value life and then just as quickly disregard a death because I see benefit in ignoring it. Did she at least receive her proper rites?” Huron nodded. “She did. The only luck we had was that she had nobody close. Erran was the last living member of her house.” Kathranis felt a twinge of pain. “She was supposed to be a member of our house. I thought everyone accepted that.” Huron removed his hand and re-crossed his arms. “Everyone understood the sentiment in your offer Blademaster, but you knew that not everyone had accepted it in their hearts. Would you like to know who still hasn’t?” Kathranis shook his head. “No. I will still consider all my family. I offered them a place in our house not because of power, or preserving our line, but because I didn’t want to see their families die. I wanted them to merge with us, that we may keep a careful catalogue of it all.” He sighed ran his thumb against his forefinger. “But if it is their wish to remain alone, then that is their wish. I am their Blademaster, not their king. I can only do what I think is best. Whether they choose to follow me is reliant on their own thoughts. I just wish I wasn’t responsible for seeing dozens of ancient houses fall during my time.” “Blademaster, you well know that that isn’t your fault.” “Then who’s fault is it?” Kathranis spat, shooting a glare at Huron. “Who is responsible for all these deaths? Shall I assign it to the hundreds of battles we’ve lost, or the thousands enemies we’ve fought, or perhaps should I lay the blame where it belongs?” His anger immediately cooled, and he let out a long breath, rubbing at his face as he broke eye contact with Huron. “Apologies brother, my wounds bring out the worst in me, as does this dark talk.” He let out a small sigh. “Whatever the cause however, you should not be the target of my internal anger. The blame is mine, and mine alone. I have made, and continue to make the choices; therefore it is I who must bear the weight of the consequences. It is the way.” Huron made a surprising move of physical affection and gave Kathranis a slight hug, something the younger elf appreciated in a way that didn’t need to be said. His gratitude was as apparent as any words he could have spoken. “But it is not one you have to bear alone Blademaster,” Huron whispered. “We all know you never wanted this position. We all know that you don’t like making these kinds of decisions, that you spend far too much time thinking about what is the “right” thing, rather than being the aloof, tree-hugging elf we all know and love. I speak this way with you, not to throw you into self-doubt, but to bring these thoughts to light, that we might work through them. I, as well as all of our kin, follow you with absolute trust in your decisions.” He pulled away and flashed a smile. “Besides, you should have seen Riven’s face when we saw you. I thought he was about to cry tears of joy.” Kathranis could see the effort his older brother was making to lift his suddenly sour mood, and thankfully, it worked like a charm. He smiled lightly as he bought into the subject shift. “Really, Riven? He hates me!” Huron snorted and waved a hand. “He hates that you’re a better fighter than him. He loves the fact that you’re a great deal wiser than he is.” Kathranis scoffed. “There is nothing that elf “loves” about me. Appreciates maybe, probably respects, but loves? I wouldn’t believe it if the Lady herself descended from the Eternal Grove to whisper it in my ear.” Huron chuckled. “Whatever you say Blademaster, but do know it is he that pushed for immediate attack. We had to restrain him to ensure we had the proper element of surprise.” Kathranis was given no time to process the baffling information, as Fordred’s door finally opened. Huron continued to chuckle, and Kathranis couldn’t help but smile widely as Deyenidal led the thin elf out. Despite his face being the color of a tomato, Fordred’s lips were turned up in a giddy grin, and he remained beneath Deyenidal’s wings as she walked him to the other two elves. Huron shot Kathranis a glance. “If this was all it took to thrust him into adulthood, we should have come here earlier Blademaster.” Kathranis said nothing in reply, merely smiled at Fordred, who refused to meet his eyes. Kathranis looked to Deyenidal. “I trust the bath went well.” The gryphoness purred and wrapped her arms around Fordred’s chest, hugging the wizard tighter. “I may not be a lady Blademaster, but I still don’t kiss and tell.” She grinned. “That being said…” She spun around and planted a firm kiss on Fordred’s lips. Kathranis blinked in surprise when the elf held his ground against the gryphon, offering just as much force in return. The kiss lasted only a moment, and when the pair separated, Deyenidal grinned broadly, running her hands down Fordred’s shoulder length hair. “We will be bathing together again Master Fordred. I’ll come fetch you.” The words were statement of fact, not question, not that Fordred seemed to mind. The wizard blushed and nodded. “O-of course. I can’t wait.” Deyenidal’s eyes lit up at the words, and she finally released him, turning him about to face the other two elves. Fordred managed to flush redder as he beheld Kathranis and Huron’s amused expressions. The wizard cleared his throat and fiddled with his newly cleaned and mended robes. Deyenidal placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at Kathranis. “If you fine gentlegryphs will follow me.” Kathranis motioned to the door, silently giving her the lead. Deyenidal led the way with Fordred tailing behind her. Huron waited until Kathranis had pushed himself to his feet, then took up a rear position behind the limping elf. As they made their way back through the elf common area, his kin met them with smiles. Pausing again, Kathranis addressed them as a group. “Unfortunately, we shall need to postpone official greetings and reuniting until later, as Huron, Fordred and I are attending a diplomatic dinner. Rest assured, however, that we will take the time to sit down, and let everyone speak.” Disappointed looks filtered through the eyes of his elves, but they still remained relatively cheerful. Some looked to Fordred, and began making light jokes at the young elf’s expense, while others moved closer to Kathranis, getting in quick greetings before they left. Through the commotion, Kathranis spotted Secil dozing in Luiestriel’s arms. The elf maiden, lounging on a small bed, offered him a slight smile and a small wave. Kathranis returned it in kind, and sent a mental message to Secil. ‘Comfortable?’ The cat purred. ‘Well I’m certainly not going to a party on a broken paw.’ Secil’s splinted leg twitched and he mewed pitifully up at Luiestriel, who cooed softly in reply and rubbed his back. Kathranis snorted, and rolled his eyes at his familiar’s antics, but he supposed the cat had a point. He’d just look pitiful limping about like his temporarily lame master. Kathranis gave the cat a short mental acknowledgement. As his elves pulled away, Kathranis once again fell in behind Fordred and Deyenidal. The tall gryphon led them out of the elvish barracks and into the castle halls. As they passed through the maze of stone halls, Kathranis glanced at the occasional decoration. While most were simply paintings, or sculptures, the banners that seemed to hang in every corridor caught his eye. The banner was a simple white, with red streaks cutting it in two. In the center was the strange part, however. Kathranis had seen many banners, from dwarves, humans, and even elves. They had a myriad of crests; mystical creatures, mythical weapons, or the symbols representing a god or goddess. Never had he seen a simple mountain shaded by clouds. He nearly stumbled when Deyenidal stopped at a tall pair of doors. The gryphoness paid him no mind, instead whispering something to Fordred. Kathranis took the opportunity to properly recover his footing, and as Huron moved past him to lean against the wall, Kathranis looked up at another mountain banner above the doors. He wondered briefly what it meant, what a simple mountain could symbolize. Perhaps sturdiness of character, or the rock-hard foundation of industry. Or perhaps it was far simpler, merely an indication of where the gryphon capital sat. Kathranis turned slightly as he heard an amused snort. Aquila grinned at him, her attire completely changed. Gone was the simple black and white maid outfit, replaced by a flowing blue dress that settled at her feet, or rather her paws. Kathranis frowned slightly when he realized that the gryphoness indeed had hind-paws like a lion. The fact should have been obvious, but her large, human-esque traveling boots had driven the notion from his mind. Aquila cleared her throat again, drawing his eyes up to her grinning beak. “My, you just can’t keep your eyes off me, can you?” she teased. Kathranis flashed a grin. “I can’t help but be interested by all the new, strange things I see.” Huron groaned and facepalmed, while Aquila’s grin widened. “Strange am I? That’s an odd way to describe a princess.” Kathranis quickly realized his misstep, and his mouth flapped as he tried to think of something better to say. Aquila laughed aloud and looked to Deyenidal. “Go get dressed D. Something classy; no armor. Dad’s orders.” The large gryphoness bowed. “Of course Princess.” Moving away from Fordred, she looked back and gave the wizard a wink. “See you later my new friend.” Fordred gave her a small wave, remaining speechless as Deyenidal walked away. Aquila’s laughter trailed off, but she didn’t stop smiling at the elves. “Good to see that we’ve already taken one of your number as ours. Sampling the local culture are you Fordred?” The wizard blushed and looked toward the wall. Grasping at the chance to direct attention away from his blunder, Kathranis spoke up. “Don’t mock him too much,” he said. “He’s only recently come of age, and an event like tonight as been a long time coming.” “Of age?” Aquila asked. Huron cleared his throat. “Elves typically form their first bonds when they enter their nineties,” he explained. “Due to… certain circumstances, Fordred never really got the chance, and wizards are usually late bloomers anyway.” He flashed a grin at the skinny elf. “But that seems to have changed, and I wish our youngest brother well in his newfound relationship.” Kathranis nodded in agreement. “Indeed. May you find happiness Fordred.” The wizard’s blush finally began to subside, and he offered the pair a slight bow. Aquila tilted her head and looked to Kathranis. “You mentioned that you were over a hundred years old; does that mean you have found a love already?” Huron snickered, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Kathranis, who tried to maintain an even smile. “Yes and no Princess,” Kathranis replied. “As a ranger of the Lady Sylvanus, I have devoted my first love to her.” “Which is to say he cheated,” Huron piped up. Kathranis shot a scowl at his brother, while Aquila glanced at the elder elf with a smile. “Meaning?” Huron grinned at Kathranis. “Meaning that while technically; yes, he has knowledge and experienced sexual acts, he did them with his goddess, not with a mortal being, like you and I. According to some whispers, such shouldn’t count. What proof do we have after all?” Kathranis rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. “I already said I would tell the story, but you lot won’t listen. There’s a reason I sleep alone with Secil these days.” Huron snorted. “Because you can’t admit the truth!” “I tell the truth, and even if I didn’t, my first love is better than your tale of that Luskan whore who gave you fleas!” Huron’s smile dropped and he coughed loudly as he suddenly took great interest in the wall. “That never happened.” It was Kathranis’ turn to grin. “Don’t be so bashful brother of mine. Since you seem to be so keen on speaking to the princess of our past romances, do tell of the number of times you have bedded less than savory individuals.” Aquila let out a laugh, interrupting the brothers’ bickering. “Enough gentlemen, enough. There is no need to air anyone’s dirty laundry tonight.” She grinned slyly at Kathranis, and winked. “For what it’s worth Shadowsong, I believe you.” The elf groaned and ran a hand down his face. “I name you liar Princess,” he said. “You don’t believe a thing I’ve said.” Aquila chuckled, her eyes flashing with a hungry gleam. “Perhaps, perhaps not. Only time will tell the truth.” She looked to the pair of doors. “As it stands, we are late enough to be fashionable, so if you gentlegryphs wouldn’t mind waiting a few moments, I will alert the ballroom guards of your arrival.” “Ballroom?” Huron echoed. “I thought we were attending a dinner.” Aquila smiled at the elf and opened one of the doors just enough for her to slip through. “It’s something like that,” she replied cryptically. “A moment.” The door slipped closed behind her, leaving the three elves standing in silence. After a moment, Huron cast an eye back to Kathranis. “Did you really need to mention that Liana was a whore?” “Did you really need to bring my first mating into question?” Kathranis countered. The pair of elves glared at each other for a long moment, then both snorted and smiled, slowly easing into comfortable laughter. Huron wiped a tear from his eye and leaned against a wall. “I’m kind of serious about the evidence though. I believe your words, but where’s the proof? Mine was in, as you said, the fleas I brought back.” “What am I supposed to do?” Kathranis asked. “Ask my lady Sylvanus to provide a painting of the act?” Huron closed his eyes and chuckled at his own expense. “Maybe you can ask her if she has some fleas you can borrow.” The trio of elves laughed again, only slightly dimming in volume when the doors opened once more to reveal Aquila’ feathery plumage. The gryphon, likely assuming their conversation had stayed on topic, put on a faux scowl. “Do I need to call one of my old instructors on the three of you? I swear, you’re nothing but a flock of fledglings.” Kathranis managed to bring his laughter under control first, but his smile didn’t diminish as he offered an over-exaggerated bow. “Apologies Princess. It is merely our way.” “Especially now that Fordred can finally pitch in,” Huron noted. While the elf wizard shot him a series of insults in handcant, Aquila rolled her eyes and moved partway through the doorway, her tone teasing as she spoke. “Since you want to play childish, we have some gryphon court ground rules to cover.” Kathranis’ smile finally slipped away as he listened with rapt attention. Fordred and Huron followed suit moments later, knowing well how important first impressions were. The first time they had met with the Thayans, they had almost ended up crow food due to unintended insults. In a land without elven strongholds, such an event couldn’t even be risked. “I would advise not eating too much at one time,” Aquila started. “Many diplomats that visit tend to fill themselves on the first course and manage to offend the cooks. Unfortunately, those featherheads are a prideful bunch, and usually don’t take it well.” “What do you mean they “don’t take it well”?” Kathranis asked. Aquila snorted. “Before I was born, Dad says the cooks ended up serving a disrespectful guest for the next meal. While I don’t necessary believe they did all that, but there was one time where I saw a tail amongst the dishes served for some minotaur dignitaries, and one of them was missing that night. The next time I saw him, he claimed that he had lost the tail in battle, but I’m pretty sure the only fight he had was with the chefs.” She shrugged. “Could be wrong though.” “Noted,” Kathranis said. “Next, there’s a lot of royalty from all over, I’d suggest either trying to drift a lot, or stay in one place so that they can come to you,” Aquila continued. “You three will be the talk of the party, especially you Shadowsong.” Kathranis noticed Huron give him a slight frown. The elder elf looked to Aquila in question. “Which Shadowsong do you mean?” Aquila pointed to Kathranis. “Your clan leader.” She stopped, as if she had explained the obvious. When all three elves regarded her with blank stares, she sighed and rubbed her eyes. “Right, right, apologies. Here I am explaining gryphon politics, and I forgot that you don’t know anything about gryphons.” Straightening, she said; “I don’t really have time to go over everything in full detail, but for gryphons, we’re all organized by family, and I assume the same is for elves, since your names are similar.” She placed a hand on her chest. “Normally, as first-born, I would be next in line, but Valan is the first borne son. Because of that I currently, and will, as long as he’s alive and not banished, go by my first name. I am merely Princess Aquila. For gryphons, my clan emblem tells them who I belong to, and for non-gryphons, what they don’t know doesn’t matter unless they’re really important.” She motioned to Kathranis. “Since Shadowsong was the first elf I met, and since you all call him by the title Blademaster, I assumed that he was your clan leader, and as such, he is referred to by clan first, like my father.” “You mentioned being female as a reason you would not inherit the use of your clan name,” Fordred said, “why is that? What if the first-born son dies?” Aquila shrugged. “Then, as long as Mom and Dad don’t have another son, the crown is passed to my husband, and he receives the clan name and the crown, though I’ll hold a lot more power if that happens. The reason is steeped in gryphon history. For those who don’t care about the history of it, it is merely the way.” She gave Kathranis a curious look. “Is it not the same with elves?” Kathranis smiled. “I’m afraid that question is just as mired in history Princess; suffice to say that the title of Blademaster is not passed down a familial line. Whomever is deemed worthy takes the title, and a Blademaster can be removed at any time.” He flashed a grin to Huron and Fordred. “Apparently I have enough charisma to get my kin to believe I am still worthy of the position despite my flaws.” Huron rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I’m not Riven, Blademaster. I am older than you, not wiser.” Kathranis spread his hands. “But with age comes wisdom! Is that not so Fordred?” The wizard put his hands up. “Don’t drag me into this. I’m the youngest elf here. I’m just glad that the elders didn’t decide to do something foolish like make me Archmage.” “An Archmage who can barely control his fireballs, now that I’d like to see,” Huron said with a smile. Fordred stuck his tongue out at the elder elf, while Kathranis looked to Aquila. “But to answer the question, it is entirely possible to have a female Blademaster of any family, as long as they are in good standing with the High Council. I was merely chosen because of my skill and the fact that our familial blades chose me. It made the appointment seem more divinely chosen, and so it was seen as destiny.” Aquila’s eyes flicked down to the pair of scimitars. “Chose?” she echoed. “Now that I’m jealous of,” Huron said. “The youngest of seventeen sons, yet Kathranis is the one who gets the enchanted blades? It just isn’t fair.” “I would say blame Lady Sylvanus, but she has been most kind to me, and the blades were yet another gift,” Kathranis countered, spreading his hands. “Besides, you know good and well I’m a much better two-handed fighter than you are.” Huron nodded. “True, but had the familial blades been a longsword and a dagger…” He stared wistfully to the ceiling. “Ah, if only.” Kathranis rolled his eyes, letting them rest on Aquila, who grinned back, likely a result of the continued banter. Meeting her eyes, the elf felt a bit of heat flush to his face, but he didn’t really know why. No doubt it was simply embarrassment at being so openly childish in front of a new friend and hopeful ally, but what was he to do? He felt happy with his brother at his side again, even if they had only been separated for mere days. Kathranis cleared his throat, causing Huron and Fordred to quit their chatter and become a bit more serious. “I believe we are ready Princess. We can pick up this conversation together some other time.” Aquila’s eyes flashed with amusement. “What an awfully bold move Shadowsong, asking a princess on a date like that. Are you trying to be taken by a strong gryphoness like Fordred?” Kathranis flashed a smile. “While I wouldn’t object to the pleasant company Princess, I believe business must come first. If tonight was any indication, you would make a most wonderful teacher.” Aquila’s smile dipped slightly. “Ah, yes. Teaching.” Her smile made a return, and her eyes flashed again, this time with a hint of anger, as well as something else, something more predatory. “Very well Shadowsong, we shall have another educational session. More than one, so that I can properly cover all topics of course.” “I think that would be lovely Princess,” Kathranis said, offering her a slight bow. He felt a beam of satisfaction lance through his mind. Perhaps he had made a slight faux pax in suggesting that her mention of date was anything but business, but his words seemed to satisfy the gryphoness. He was glad to keep her friendship, and she could teach him so much! A cynical part of his mind also noted that having a princess as an official ally could open many doors for his people, but he let that thought slide away. Even if it wasn’t beneficial, he would still want to be friends with Aquila. She was enjoyable to be around, and he hoped that he could learn more about her and her people. They seemed like an interesting bunch, and thoughts of settling nearby were already springing to mind once more. Unnoticed by Kathranis, Fordred leaned over to Huron, his voice at a whisper, and his eyes flicking between Aquila and the crippled elf. “He can’t possibly be that oblivious.” Huron snorted. “Then you don’t know my brother. This could be his way of playing to our strengths, but I’ve seen him with ladies before, and he doesn’t do hints. If only Princess Aquila was as blatant as Deyenidal was with you, then perhaps we would have evidence of Kathranis’ first mating.” He shrugged. “But I won’t interfere. Perhaps Kathranis is actually trying to play the game, perhaps not. Either or, it is his business. Let’s leave it there, shall we?” Fordred nodded in agreement as Aquila, still offering Kathranis a mostly smile, partly glare expression, opened the doors wider. “Well then gentlegryphs, let’s get started, shall we?” She walked down a short set of stairs, motioning with her tail for them to follow. Bracing himself on his crutches, Kathranis centered himself in the entryway, and with Huron and Fordred on his flanks, they carefully made their way into the room and down a short set of stairs. As they did so, a gryphon in steel armor, bearing a shield with Aquila’s clan symbol, loudly bellowed; “Now presenting Kathranis Shadowsong, Blademaster of the elves; Huron Shadowsong, Captain of the Elven Guard, and Fordred Nightgazer, Master Wizard of the elves!” A loud round of applause filled the air, and it took less than a moment for Kathranis to realize that there were far more than gryphons in the ballroom. While the avian creatures did account for at least half of the people in the room, there were many others, with a rainbow-colored array of different species. The rustic hues of the gryphons clashed with vibrant blues and purples of slightly taller creatures, some of whom bore wings as well, while others had horns, or nothing at all. The creatures were spread between a spacious ballroom floor, lit by a massive chandelier, while to the side of the room sat a long row of tables decorated with food. Some of the people without additional appendages were simply massive, towering over the rest of the beings in the room. Their fur was white, and they bore thick black stripes, something made easy to see by their almost complete lack of dress. Kathranis faintly wondered if they were this world’s version of wood elves. Massive, powerful looking, wood elves. Luckily, Kathranis had some years of experience in a political setting, and as such, was easily able to maintain an even look as he slowly moved down the stairs. He took each step carefully, for while it did make him look slightly weaker to move slow, falling would be catastrophic to whatever reputation they had so far developed. Erasing a reputation for being clumsy and falling flat on one’s face was not an easy task, and it was one best avoided. Kathranis managed to conquer the stairs without great issue, just as the applause tapered off. Glancing back as he set his feet on the ballroom floor, Kathranis flashed a quick question in handcant. Who gave them those titles? he asked. Blademaster they had perhaps overheard, but the rest? Huron moved a step forward, staying at Kathranis’ side for just a moment, his eyes scanning through the crowd. Kathranis noted that they were definitely on the smaller side of the peoples in the party. “I know not,” Huron whispered, his mouth barely moving as he spoke, “but it doesn’t matter. We can always correct them later, and besides,” he flashed a smile, “I do quite like having a title.” Kathranis rolled his eyes, resisting the urge to slap the back of his brother’s head. Such playfulness would have to wait until they were in a private setting. Too many eyes were watching, and though he had no issues demonstrating his love for his kin, he didn’t want to be seen as, Aquila had said, a “flock of fledgelings”. Huron peeled away, moving toward the food table, while Fordred took up a position on Kathranis’ other side. “Well I don’t like being called Master Wizard, it’s too much pressure to be the best.” Kathranis placed a hand on the younger elf’s shoulder. “A reputation you will live up to in time. As Huron said, we will fix these titles later, but perhaps in fifty years or so, we could create a new position to befit upon the wizard that saved my life.” Fordred blushed. “Please, it was Riven and Huron’s plan.” “Yet here I stand, not vaporized by your spells,” Kathranis replied. “You did well, and you’ll continue to do so as long as you keep practicing.” He nodded toward the milling crowd of people. “Now go to work. I know you practice a few cantrips because they impress the magically uninclined. Make us look good Master Wizard.” Fordred scoffed and rolled his eyes, but he still had a slight grin as he too peeled away, moving closer to a quartet of musicians. Kathranis moved to the side of the stairs, as to not be in the way of any other potential partygoers, then took a moment to merely breathe and watch. His brown eyes scanned the room, taking everything in, his mind on fire with trying to process all that he was seeing. The non-gryphon creatures had an odd facial structure, almost reminiscent of a horse. They had defined muzzles, much smaller than those of their otherworldly counterparts, and their ears stood above their colorful manes, but it was there that the similarities ended. Their eyes were human-esque, if a bit larger than normal, and while most had resumed their conversations, some looked his way, and he noticed a brilliant intelligence in their colorful eyes. Below the neck, they were far more human-like, with the standard male and female features obscured by either armor, or fancy clothing. Before he could finish his inspection, Aquila caught his eye. The gryphoness approached quickly; her paws silent as she re-appeared at his side. Kathranis couldn’t quite remember when she had vanished, a credit to her silent steps. Behind her trailed a male gryphon with brown headfeathers that matched her in height. In build however, the gryphoness was far superior. The trailing gryphon looked almost too skinny, and his nervous, hunched posture did nothing to help as he followed quietly behind Aquila. Aquila flashed Kathranis a smile, drawing his attention away from the spindly gryphon. “I have to say, that is the largest reaction I have ever seen from this crowd. You elves apparently know how to stir up a room.” “What can I say?” Kathranis said, matching her smile. “Baseless rumors have apparently made us men of legend.” Aquila snorted and slugged his shoulder, drawing a silent hiss from the elf. “Don’t be so humble here,” she playfully cautioned. “While this is definitely one of the better crowds, you’re still in a room full of prideful prudes, and you’re the hot new meat on the market. I won’t pretend to educate you on this, but sell yourself well Shadowsong. You’re looking at most, if not all the important players in the world.” Kathranis scoffed, sparing a glance toward the skinny gryphon. His eyes darted between Kathranis, Aquila, and something on the dance floor. What, Kathranis didn’t know, nor did he let it interrupt the conversation. “Please,” the elf said, “I apparently have a Captain of the Guard and a Master Wizard to sell my people for me. Why be politically savvy when I have them?” Aquila rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Great, now you sound like my brother, passing off responsibility. Do try to live to your legend Prince-Hero.” Kathranis’ smile fell slightly. “Prince-Hero?” he echoed. “But I wasn’t the one who truly saved Prince Valan. That victory lies at the hands of your people. My elves and I merely bought time.” Aquila’s smile returned. “Don’t tell anyone here that Shadowsong. You’re the legendary new Prince-Hero who drove away the human menace all by your lonesome. You fell three enemies with one swing of your sword and lift whole trees with the other.” She placed a hand to her forehead and pretended to swoon. “And not to mention your valiant acts in saving the Princess and her loyal guard! Oh the heroics! The pony poets shall write many a sage of the hero Shadowsong!” Kathranis regarded the gryphoness with a frown. “Why I do I have the feeling that you spread the rumors that caused the latter legend.” Aquila dropped her façade and winked. “The poets work hard Shadowsong, but I work harder. Have to make sure you get rewarded for your service to the crown.” A serious look entered her eyes. “Because we are grateful. That can’t be understated enough Shadowsong. My brother and I owe you our lives, and despite all of the posturing and showy crap, we are deeply in your debt. No matter the outcomes of tonight, we will see that debt payed in full.” “How is Prince Valan?” Kathranis asked, seeking to get away from the conversation of personal debts. He liked having people indebted to him as much as he liked being indebted to others, which is to say not at all. Perhaps he could argue that the debt was paid by the medical care he had already received. That was easily enough to settle saving one member of the royal family. “He’s here actually,” Aquila said, looking over her shoulder. “Why don’t you go grab something to eat, and I’ll drive him to you. If nothing else, he needs to be thankful in person.” Kathranis snorted. “Don’t bully the boy, I just want to place eyes on him to make sure he’s alright. The last time I saw him he was unconscious after brawling with one of the strongest warriors I have ever had the pleasure of dueling. I don’t envy any who have been struck by Galdug the Orc.” “Don’t tell him that,” Aquila said. “It’ll go to his head, and he’ll be even more prideful than he already is.” Kathranis placed a hand over his heart. “You have my word that I won’t puff up your brother’s arrogance. I merely want to ensure that he’s alright.” “Such a softy,” Aquila replied. “Keep talking like that Shadowsong, and I’ll have Dad make you Valan’s nursemaid.” Their conversation fell into a comfortable lull, with Aquila smiling brightly at Kathranis, while the elf looked around the bustling ballroom. His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn back to the still silent gryphon behind Aquila. The gryphon looked desperately toward the dance floor, and Kathranis leaned back slightly to see a gryphoness almost his physical opposite, with visible musculature showing through her white ballgown. She was dancing with a gryphon that looked like he could have been her grandfather. The gryphoness shot the skinny gryphon pleading eyes, but he merely shrugged, either unable, or unwilling to move away from his current position. Curiosity got the better of Kathranis, and he cleared his throat lightly, drawing the skinny gryphon’s eyes. Ignoring the audible gulp the fellow gave, Kathranis smiled and extended his hand. “Kathranis Shadowsong, Blademaster of the elves.” The gryphon looked to Aquila as if asking for permission to speak. The gryphoness held a hand to her forehead and sighed, her wing waving him on. The gryphon limply grabbed Kathranis forearm, giving it a single shake before withdrawing. “Jerrald of Clan Shrieking Wind. I’m honored to be in your presence Bl-“ “Yes, yes, we all know each other’s titles Jerrald,” Aquila huffed. “Can we please stop this dumb charade? Go dance with Yulthi like you said you would!” Jerrald rubbed his hands together, glancing over his shoulder even as he shook his head. “But, tonight I was supposed to….” Aquila turned toward the gryphon and grabbed his shoulders, giving him a firm shake. “Jerrald, you are a good friend, but you aren’t right for me. You know that, I know that. Heck, Dad knows that, but he’s just trying to keep your dad in good graces! I’m begging you, show some spine for once, go dance with Yulthi, and then stand up to your dad and tell him that you want to court her! She won’t be available for much longer, and unless your dad wants his clan to pass to his half-brother, he’s going to deal with whoever gives you an egg! Go!” Jerrald bobbed his head, slowly at first, then delight filled energy seemed to fill him. “R-right. Right!” His wings fluttered nervously, but he mustered the strength to pull away from Aquila’s grip. “I’ll do exactly that! I’m the fastest gryphon in my family, and Yulthi is super tough. Our hatchlings would be perfect!” He began to stride away, but turned on his heel to give Aquila a quick hug, a motion that caused her irritation to fade, replaced by something akin to motherly pride. “Thanks Princess!” he crowed. “I hope I can bring my new nestmate to our bath on Fifthsday!” Aquila giggled and gave him a few pats on his hugging arm. “Go get her you silly goose, before some slow-minded slug takes her.” Jerrald nodded again and flapped off, quickly making his way across the room to the gryphoness in the white dress. Kathranis and Aquila watched as he asked her to dance, and she loudly accepted. Kathranis leaned on his crutches and smiled. “Ah, young love. It’s always nice to see such growth.” He glanced at Aquila. “But why was he following you? He changed completely when you mentioned that Yuthri maiden.” Aquila sighed and crossed her arms as she watched the couple spin around each other, their wings flitting and flicking with joy. “I’m a Princess, Shadowsong, and I’m not young. Valan’s already beginning to court, and I’ve been courting for nearly five years now. Dad’s throwing any gryphon he can find at me; young, old, friend, enemy, doesn’t matter. He wants a marriage, and he wants a backup in case something happens to Valan.” She cast an eye his way. “Like what happened less than a week ago.” Kathranis frowned, looking back to the dancing couple. “That’s… unfortunate. I can’t say I’ve ever been a fan of arranged marriages. Marriage should be something done for love, to bind two souls together. Politics should rarely, if ever, be involved.” Aquila shrugged. “It’s the way, unfortunately.” Her eyes settled on him again, though this time they were joined by a smile. “But the courting pool has recently seen some fresh life, so perhaps there’s hope yet for a successful love based, and political marriage.” Kathranis, oblivious to her hidden meaning, turned and grinned at her. “Well I’m glad you have such an optimistic view of it Princess. I wish you well in whatever pursuit you so choose.” Aquila’s eyes flashed with a hungry light, but it quickly vanished under simple humor. She flicked his nose with her tail. “I’m going to go track down my brother so he can do some groveling. It’ll be good to smack his spirit down a little.” She walked away even as Kathranis began to protest, forcing the elf to raise his voice. “Just tell him I want to make sure he’s okay! He’s young, young people make dumb decisions!” Aquila raised a hand in acknowledgment, then vanished quickly amongst the crowd, leaving Kathranis alone once more. The elf stood in place for a moment more, then decided to make his way toward the spread of food. He had already been hungry when he had fallen unconscious, and he hadn’t yet eaten since he had woken up. Joining the dance floor was far out of the question, and he wasn’t one for ballroom dancing anyway, so food sounded inviting enough. Limping his way to the table, Kathranis found it vaguely strange when nobody attempted to talk to him. When he got close to any of the well-dressed creatures, they merely parted, staying well away from him. The motion made him want to frown. Was it the exaggerated reputation he had already earned? Or was it more than that? Aquila had mentioned that the humans of her world were less than people, and now Thayans had further tarnished human reputation; in what way, he couldn’t yet tell. They had attacked him though. Perhaps that had just been Galdug’s doing, but… Kathranis found himself scowling at a plate of food, a sample of every dish, as Aquila had recommended, but he found that his thoughts had driven away his hunger, had turned his stomach to a point that eating wasn’t even a question. He briefly wished Secil had decided to join him, he could have used the panther’s playful words. “We see that thou art enjoying the party,” a voice said from behind him. Kathranis did his best to turn, but with his crutches, as well as his plate of food, doing so fully was impossible without making a fool of himself. The tall blue horse-like creature seemed to sense his plight immediately, and a smile spread on her muzzle. “Please Blademaster, allow us to assist.” Her horn charged with a blue glow that broadcasted power, despite the pure simplicity and ease of her motion. The plate in his hand levitated into the air, suspending itself right beside him. Doing his best not to stare, he flashed a smile at the blue creature. “My thanks fair Lady. I’m afraid I still haven’t quite gotten used to limping around yet.” “And we hope thou never do,” the creature said, her voice soft, yet carrying the same power as her magic. “If thy reputation is anything like we have heard, then we would prefer thou fit and able, not trapped in a diminished state.” Her emerald green gaze flicked down to his leg, then back up to meet his eyes. “Thine injury, how was it suffered?” Kathranis let out a small snort, his smile not dimming. “I may not be an expert on polite society, but I believe asking about a person’s body on first meeting is considered frowned upon.” The creature chuckled. “Perhaps, but we believe it is far more impolite to not ask a Lady’s name and title, no?” Kathranis blinked stupidly for a moment, then his smile fell into a slight gasp as he realized the depth of his error. “My deepest apologies Lady, I meant no offense. I-“ The creature covered her muzzle with a hand and giggled loudly. “There is no need for apologies Blademaster Shadowsong,” she said, her eyes shining as brightly with mirth as her smile. “We are afraid that we had the upper hoof on this dialogue before either of us spoke. Thou never stood a chance.” She motioned to a far wall, where a few tables covered with white cloth sat largely empty. “Come, thou hast passed our test, and we wish to take proper gauge of thee.” Her arm slid underneath his, and before he truly realized what was happening, she was escorting him across the room. Whispers immediately followed in their wake, but Kathranis couldn’t care about them, was too flustered at the tall creature holding his arm. Trying to salvage anything from his shocked state, Kathranis managed to keep enough dignity in his tone to ask; “What is your name Lady?” The blue creature smiled down at him. “Princess Luna of Equestria, though some around here still know us as Warlord Luna, Subjugator of the Everfree. We prefer Princess, or Princess Luna, however.” Kathranis cleared his throat, trying to think how best to phrase his second awkward question. “With all due respect Princess…” he sighed. There was no pretty way to say it, so he just had to swallow the pill of his pride and sound the fool. “What precisely are you?” Luna’s teeth flashed as her smile widened, and she let out a laugh. It was nothing like a laugh Kathranis typically associated with those who thought themselves high and mighty. Those were typically filled with haughtiness, the laughter false, and even discomforting. No, Luna’s laugh was lighter, and held genuine mirth, as if he had told a great joke. “Blademaster, I must say, as far as first impressions go, we think that thy are a person worth getting to know.” Blue magic surrounded a chair at the nearest table, and Kathranis’ plate of food set down on the white linen tabletop. As she helped him sit down, Luna spoke. “To answer thy question, we are an alicorn, but our people are the ponies. Our spies tell us that thy humans have creatures of vaguely similar facial figure, though of significantly less power and intelligence. Is this true?” Kathranis managed to use his good leg to subtly prod out a second chair for the princess, and he offered it with a smile and hand gesture. Luna snorted and took a seat, sitting up with perfect posture, eagerly awaiting his answer. “It is,” Kathranis admitted truthfully. “Horses is the generic term, but they come in many different breeds and subspecies.” His eyes flicked up to the sharp horn on her head. “And while much rarer, we do have unicorns as well, or rather we did. I highly doubt any made the trip with us.” “Fascinating,” Luna whispered, tapping her fingers on the table. “Note that to call a pony a “whorse” is a great insult. We recommend using the word with care.” She waved her hand as if the cultural insight was an unimportant after thought. “But these horses of thy’s, what are they like? Are they truly mere beasts, or are they more akin to the wild things that we call humans here?” Kathranis looked to his plate of food, prodding and picking through it occasionally as his eyes glazed over in thought. “Well, I think that question depends on who you ask. My brother, or any number of my kin may answer that, yes, a horse is merely a slightly more intelligent beast of burden. They show signs of awareness, signs that they do more than run and eat. Most would say that they are to be treated with respect, almost like a pet dog, but they are ultimately animals, and should be treated as such.” Kathranis’ left hand drifted to his leaf charm. “My thoughts on the matter are slightly different. All live is precious, and all life can speak, has wants, needs, dreams, simple they may be. It is merely a difference in language that divides us into animals and higher-beings.” A grin touched his face. “I should have brought my familiar, Secil. Fordred, the elf introduced as a “Master Wizard”, believes the cat merely that, a cat. He is, of course, more than such, but without definite proof, most dismiss his intelligent behavior out of hand.” Kathranis straightened in his seat and let out a small sigh, covering it with a smile. “Apologies Princess. I’m rambling.” Luna snorted, her eyes meeting his in rapt attention. “We don’t recall asking thee to stop,” she said. “Please, we wish to hear more exotic opinions. Thy world is fascinating, and we make a study of the fascinating. What is the magic like in thy world? Where is thy magical focus? Doth thou worship Harmony, or is there a different goddess in thy plane? Where do the stars fit into thy world?” Kathranis held up his hands and laughed. “Hold Princess, not so many questions. I am but one elf.” He looked out into the party, casting about for Huron or Fordred. He managed to locate the wizard by the flash of light leaving his hands. A small crowd was gathered around him, and he chuckled a trio of fireballs, occasionally let one drift toward the crowd; close enough to draw shrieks of mild fear, but never close enough to inflict actual harm. Kathranis motioned to the elvish wizard as he added a fourth fireball to his juggling. “For the questions on magic, you’d best ask Fordred. He may not be a “Master Wizard”, but he is well educated on the arcane.” Luna followed his eyes, smiling as the wizard conjured a fifth ball, setting it on his nose, drawing more oo’s and aww’s from the crowd around him. Kathranis let out a long breath and looked at the linen of the table. “As for the question of goddesses; that is more in depth. There are easily dozens notable gods and goddesses, but I’m sure there are hundreds hidden away in the far corners of the realms, sequestered with their small cults, or merely long forgotten to time.” He shrugged at Luna. “I’m afraid there are too many to remember, so I only remember the ones important to me and my people.” He thumbed his leaf charm again. “This is my holy symbol, gifted by my goddess; the Lady Sylvanus, Goddess of the Wilds, and All that Grows. My brother Huron, on the other hand, follows Lady Selune, the Moonmaiden.” Luna’s eyes flashed with interest. “Thy world has a goddess of the moon?” she whispered, leaning in closer. Kathranis nodded. “Yes, and most of my kin worship her. We aren’t called moon elves for nothing.” If he had controlled her attention before, now she was fixated on his words. Luna’s wings flitted with what Kathranis imagined was excitement, and she scooted closer to him by a hair. “What can you tell me of this Lady Selune? Did she create your people?” Kathranis shook his head. “No, nothing as dramatic as that. Legend says something about our migration into Fauerun under the watchful eye of the moon, but I’m afraid I don’t know more than that, nor how any of the gods relate.” He looked to his plate of food again, pushing the various samples around idly. “In truth, I know very little about Lady Selune. I was never the studious type, and my heart called to a different goddess.” He met Luna’s eyes again. “I apologize if that’s a bit disappointing, but we do have one of Selune’s priestesses among our number. Perhaps I could introduce you, and she could tell you all about the goddess?” Luna smiled brightly. “We would like that a great deal.” Her horn charged with blue magic, and a wine glass levitated to her hand from a passing servant. Her smile didn’t dim whatsoever with the shadow of disappointment as she spoke. “So tell me Blademaster, your goddess, what is she like?” Kathranis let out a long breath and smiled. If she was still asking such deep questions, he hadn’t yet unintentionally sabotaged their conversation. He mentally cursed himself about his lack of historical knowledge while he flashed his best smile. “I’m afraid I can’t explain Lady Sylvanus in one evening Princess. Suffice to say that she was like a second mother to me, and that she is responsible for most of the gifts that have allowed me to survive until now.” He scratched the back of his head and chuckled. “In fact, of late she has been very kind and generous with her magic. I haven’t been able to listen to the rumor mill, but I imagine not many people are talking about my fighting of a pair of manticores, and the wounds resulting from said fight.” Luna sipped at her wine. “Well,” she said, the motion covering her mirth at the exaggerative nature of rumors, “the idle chatters say that thou fought twelve manticores, all while holding a swooning Princess Aquila on one arm and halting the human hordes away with a foot.” Kathranis groaned and held a hand to his head. “Hopefully not that.” Luna giggled. “Perhaps not quite so extreme, but to answer thy question, nay. None speak of the wounds thou suffered.” Kathranis spread his hands. “It’s because they’re gone. Healed completely and utterly by my goddess. My familiar and I had gone to perform our morning prayer, but instead of the usual simple acknowledgement, I was instead flooded with healing magic.” His brow furrowed. “I am still not quite sure why. My wounds, while not mild, had been cared for properly by Princess Aquila, and I thought myself capable enough to heal without magic.” His smile returned and he shrugged. “But I am merely one elf. If my goddess deemed my need great, then who am I to protest?” “Have thy ever spoken directly to thy goddess?” Luna asked. “We mean no insult or doubt upon thine faith, but many in this world believe they receive their magic from Harmony when such is not true.” “You’re asking if I’m mis-attributing my own abilities to that of my goddess,” Kathranis stated. Luna winced slightly at his flat tone, but Kathranis raised a hand to stop any apologies. “It’s alright Princess, doubt in the divine is as natural as the wind. To answer your question; yes, I have spoken directly with Lady Sylvanus on three occasions. She brought my soul to her grove, and we sat and had ice cold water drawn directly from the small pond she had there every time.” Kathranis smiled fondly. “The first time was when I met Secil. He tried to eat me, but my Lady was watching, and intervened on my behalf. She drew both of our spirits to the grove and connected us, mind, heart, and soul.” He folded his hands in his lap. “The second was when I passed my final rite of passage, and she….” He blushed and cleared his throat. “Well, that story isn’t appropriate dinner conversation.” “And the third?” Luna asked. Kathranis’ blush immediately faded, replaced by a soft frown. His voice lowered to just barely above a whisper. “The third was during the darkest hour of my people, when I too was at my lowest. I would prefer not to talk about it, but suffice to say that she aided me greatly and brought me great peace of mind.” They sat for a moment in silence, the noise of the party seeming dimmed around the pair. Kathranis took a deep breath and shook his head, then straightened and smiled. “I am past that hour now, it is past. Still, on those three occasions I have born witness to my goddess, and we spoke directly. Every other time, it is merely an exchange of praise and blessings. If you would like, Secil and I will speak with her tomorrow morning, to give thanks for our continued blessings. Perhaps I could convince her to give me a sign that only a goddess could give, to prove to you that she is, in fact, real.” Luna smiled and shook her head. “That won’t be necessary Blademaster. We believe thou well enough, and we are sure that there will be plenty of time to see the power of thine goddess in action. We merely have questions about how new gods will fit into the current order.” “And what is that current order?” Kathranis asked. “You mentioned a Harmony? Is that one of your gods?” Luna’s smile grew slightly fainter, almost as if she was mildly irritated at having to explain something so simple. The expression didn’t last as she spoke, however. “Goddess; capitalized and singular. Harmony is all. She brought this world to life, created it from naught by light and stone. She created every people and every creature. She filled the world with her magic. It is She who has ruled the heavens unaided for millennia uncountable, but now…” She looked down and frowned in thought. “But now we wonder if She is alone any longer. Thy spoke of thine goddess performing works in our realm, meaning that her power is extended. Have they spoken? Do they look to us now, expecting something? Some… form of relationship between our faiths?” Kathranis chuckled and shrugged again, toying with his food once more. “I’m afraid we mere mortals will never know Princess. My goddess may have great love for me, but not even I am beholden to her plans. My mind would likely shatter trying to grasp them.” Luna smirked for a moment, almost returning to her thoughtful frown, before using the slight motion to sit straight once more. She sipped at her wine glass and smiled at Kathranis. “We must say Blademaster, though the conversation became a bit heavier than we anticipated, it has definitely been the best part of this journey yet.” She leaned in and placed a hand over his, stopping its idle movement. Kathranis felt a jolt of heat rush to his face at the contact. Her touch was so light, but held so much hidden power. The smooth, soft skin of her palm emanated a comforting warmth, like a heated blanket. Kathranis briefly wondered if she was as soft as Aquila, then caught his mind at the thought of the soft, warm gryphon. He shouldn’t be thinking about snuggling up to gryphon princess, nor the pony in front of him for that matter! His face blushed harder as Luna smiled at him. Her eyes seemed to flash as she held his gaze, and all traces of her noble speech pattern vanished as she spoke. “I would very much like to speak with you again Blademaster. Perhaps tomorrow morning after your prayers?” Kathranis let out a nervous smile. “I… will need to check for permission with Princess Aquila. She seems to currently be managing my daily schedule.” The motion was slight, so slight that Kathranis was sure that it was a trick of the light, but he still believed he saw the faintest hint of a confused frown enter Luna’s smile. The motion was gone in an instant, however, and her smile was as bright as ever. “Please Blademaster, I would very much like to speak with you again,” she reiterated. “Tonight’s conversation was most enjoyable, and I wish to hear more about your world. I’m sure Princess Aquila wouldn’t mind scheduling a few hours for a conversation, correct?” Her eyes glowed in the light of the chandelier, and though Kathranis thought it wise to deflect her request again, he thought about their conversation. He had liked talking to the alicorn, and perhaps a second encounter would see him remain quiet for a few moments to allow some information to flow the opposite way. Besides, he had offered her a viewing of his morning prayers, hadn’t he? Kathranis matched the alicorn’s smile. “I think I would like that Princess. I will have Princess Aquila send someone to let you know when we can talk, but I again warn you, I am not in control of my day quite yet. Not while I stay as a guest at someone else’s castle in a land I barely know at least.” Luna snorted softly at his lame joke, and again Kathranis noted a small frown on the alicorn’s face. It was gone again in an instant, and the alicorn nodded. “Of course. We shall eagerly await thine messenger.” “I’ll make sure it’s all worked out,” a third voice butted in. Kathranis looked to his left to find Aquila staring at him with the fakest smile he had ever seen. Her eyes revealed a tale of emotion ranging from irritation to outright rage. The elf felt lucky that he was not the focus of said eyes, but he did feel some small amount of confusion as to why Luna warranted such a glare. The alicorn met Aquila’s glare with an even gaze and a calm smile. “We are glad,” Luna said. “Do try to fit us in some time in the late afternoon. We sleep during the mornings.” One of Aquila’s eyes twitched, and both flicked to the hand Kathranis had left on the table. Kathranis glanced that way as well to find his hand still wrapped in the warm softness of Luna’s hand. The alicorn noted the same, and smirked before slowly removing it and rising from her seat. She offered him a slight bow. “Until we speak again Blademaster.” She flashed one last smile at Aquila before walking away, almost instantly vanishing in the party crowd despite her superior height. Kathranis watched her go for a moment, then looked to Aquila with a smile. “What can I do for you Princess?” The gryphon’s angry eyes flicked to him. “Dad’s ready to talk. Let’s go.” She grabbed him by the arm, and pulled him to his feet. Kathranis had only a moment to grab his crutches, and he limped at fast pace to keep up with the gryphon as she pulled him through the party crowd.