New Beginnings

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

The platinum blonde walked into the room, heading for an empty table, and kicking off the stilettos as she greeted Djinx, who was floating above his urn with not much else to do at the moment. Sending Marcus for a glass of sparkling water, she glanced at Drakhan, who had just missed the caramel that had been tossed his direction. She chuckled, not ever having seen Drakhan miss catching food that came even remotely into his vicinity. He strained on the leash that bound him to the table leg, pulling the entire table after him in an effort to obtain the sweet.

She walked over and picked up the caramel, offering it to the dragon, “like those, don’t you Drakhan?” The lizard gave Azjah a nodnodnod with his tongue hanging out and flapping a bit, which sent drool flying about in the tiny dragon’s vicinity. Azjah reached for a towel in an effort to keep drool from landing upon her silk trousers.

Rena and Topaz had been using the table that Drakhan had pulled away from their chairs, and Rena glanced at the lizard, “Drakhan, bring it back.”

Topaz laughed as the little dragon made another great effort to pull the table back closer to the two ladies, and was rewarded with caramels from both of them. Now instead of just one soul feeding his sweet tooth, Drakhan had two who were indulging him in his penchant for caramels.

Azjah headed back to her table, curling up comfortably in the chair and sipped the sparkling water. Watching the lizard scarf caramels from mid air provided a moment of levity until he wore himself out and flopped down onto the women’s feet and promptly fell sound asleep with his chin on the fairy’s foot, and his tail on one of Rena’s feet.

The young woman that Anne had been trying to convince Azjah to hire as her replacement shipping manager arrived and found herself an empty table. Azjah had reviewed the woman’s credentials several times, but she remained wary. There had been experiences that Anne had had that made her especially desirable, but this young woman lacked some of the experiences, and Azjah simply was not certain. Rina had taken a table, and Azjah watched her for a few moments until Vanion appeared.

It had been since he had poisoned the commander of the Templars, and her eyes slid over the vampiric elf a moment, and he nodded silently at her in return. Whatever Vanion wanted, Azjah was certain she had no role in his hunt.

A short time later, the ghost of her friend floated into the room and drifted into the rafters. Several people remarked about this before Azjah invited the spirit to settle with her.

The spirit glanced at Rina, “So? Did you hire her?”

Azjah glanced between Anne and Rina. “I have decided to take her on retainer.” It made sense to see if Rina would fit into the organization, and gave Azjah time to evaluate her skills as they pertained to the company’s needs.

Anne dropped her voice, “and how is she doing?”

Azjah smiled, “I have not communicated it yet. Would you like to invite her over and discuss it?” Unfortunately at that moment, another woman had joined Rina, but Anne was nonplused by that and she floated toward Rina.

“Am I interrupting anything?” She asked Rina and looked at the other woman.

Rina smiled, “Hello Anne, we’re just chatting. Bradley, this is Anne.”

Anne nodded at Bradley, “Mind if I steal her away for a while?” She gestured toward Rina, and Bradley waved, before heading back the way she had come. Anne then glanced at Rina, “I believe Azjah would like to speak to you, come join us.” The two then made their way toward Azjah’s table.

Rina held an apprehensive look on her features as she approached with a forced air of confidence as she sat down with perfect posture, “Good evening.”

Azjah quelled a smile, “good evening Rina, will you join us for a bit?”

The young woman smiled, “I would love to Mil-“ she cut short ‘milady’ and finished instead with “Azjah.”

Anne remained silent, simply observing how the interview progressed.

Azjah then continued, “Thank you. Anne, as you know was my Shipping Manager, as well as my friend.” It was important for Rina to understand that she was being made this offer because of Anne’s relationship to Azjah.

Rina nodded politely.

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“But I confess Rina, I have nothing to go on in terms of your ability to take over her entire duties. What I would propose to you is this... I would take you on retainer, as a consultant sort of role for 6 months. If at the end of that time we are both satisfied with the arrangement, we can make it a permanent position for you. If not, you and I would be free to go our separate ways.” Azjah watched the woman closely as she laid out her proposal.

Rina took on a contemplative expression, considering the proposal for several moments as both Anne and Azjah waited for her reply. Then slowly, she nodded, “I accept. I hope that I can satisfy the requirements, and then some.”

Azjah offered Rina her hand, “thank you, shall I expect you tomorrow then?”

Rina had exchanged the hand shake with a firm grasp, “Indeed, I assume there will be papers to fill out and sign?”

Azjah nodded then, “Yes, and you will want to meet the team you will work with. And you will need to become familiar with the plant. My company manufactures a product that must be tightly controlled and monitored.”

Rina smiled, “Understood.” Then she excused herself and rose, bidding both Anne and Azjah a good evening as she slipped away from the Arena and into the night.

Azjah glanced at Anne then, and Anne smiled, “She’ll be great.” Azjah glanced at the doors as they swung closed behind Rina, “I believe you, but I worry about her experience.”

“She was no pirate. Thank the fates and heaven above she wasn't. But I've got a feeling that she'll do better then me if you give her the time.” Anne reminded Azjah then.

Azjah lifted a brow at the ghost of her friend, “You understood other more important things Anne.”

The ghost sighed softly, “I know. Maybe she’ll surprise us both?”

The Marchioness nodded, “She may well do that. We shall try it out and see.” Then she looked closely at her old friend, “How much longer do you have here?”

“Not long. Not long at all. And I don’t think I see Caleb nearly as often as I should.” Anne frowned at that.

They spoke briefly about the children, and Azjah was surprised that while Anne had seen them, she had not spoken to them. and abruptly the Marchioness rose, “Will you come back to the Palazzo? I have guests there I must visit with.” Anne declined, and the blonde swept out of the room and into the night.

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“The entire city has gone crazy” the Marchioness growled as Dyson brought her a cup of hot tea as she worked in the Great Room. He knew better than to reply, and simply placed the cup upon the desk and vanished.

Later that night, I went to the Arena. Klinton has been traveling for so long now, I begin to wonder if he will recognize me when he returns. My thoughts were bleak as I stepped down the stairs, and found Gnimish tossing a wave in my direction. I gave him a smile, and asked how he was doing, to which he replied, “Same old, same old.” How I wish I could say the same. I gave him a smile, “I meant to thank you for your support the other night Gnimish.” He gave me a blink, and seemed to have forgotten that he was in my corner when it came to babies.

As I settled into a chair, Topaz said hello and I kicked off my stilettos before greeting her as well. I should have known it would be a very odd night when Koy arrived wearing a silk evening gown and asking who wanted to fight her. She gave me a smile, “Ye better be careful, dear. There’s someone on the loose killin’ reporters with stilettos. Based on our fantastic tastes in shoes, we’re both likely suspects I’d think.”

I blinked at Koy. A killer? How had I missed that crucial announcement? She told me then that she had read it in The Oracle, which I had not yet gone through. I made a mental note to do so when I got back to the Palazzo.

As Koy and I were talking, Anjolie headed down the stairs with anger written plainly across her features. Fury might be closer to what was there when Koy spoke to her, “Ooh, Quinn, ye decided ta join us after all! I bet ye’d like ta box my face in, no?”

I glanced between Koy and Anjolie as Quinn answered, “Koyliak, I’d hate ta box your face in, but seeing as how it might help both our moods, I’d be happy to oblige.”

“Dare I ask what happened?” There was clearly something that had set Anjolie off, and she was glaring daggers at Wyheree and Cassius while she accepted Koy’s invitation for a fight,

Anjolie then glanced my direction, “Let's just say some of RhyDin's patrons have complete disrespect for the Barons and their Overlord."

Koy beamed, “She’s not mad at me, Azjah, she’s jest bein’ a good friend and vice versa.”

It seemed that these two had used one another previously as a means to vent their anger or frustration by pounding the living day lights out of one another at the Outback. I gave Koy a skeptical look, to which she continued her explanation, “Oh, don’t get me wrong, she is mad. Jest at other people.”

I turned and regarded Anjolie, “Alright, just what is it you are mad about Anjolie?”

“Disrespect, Azjah, I’m mad at disrespect and cowardice.” Anjolie’s whole countenance was radiating anger.

“And who was disrespectful?” Clearly I was missing something vital.

Cory ambled in after beating Skyler and retaining his title as current Overlord as Anjolie fairly growled, “"The ice queen and the Empress...."

I followed her gaze to the ring and then looked back at Anjolie with a slight frown of incomprehension. She gave me a forced smile, “I can’t stand arrogance, lady. I can’t respect it, and nothing would please me more than to tear it apart.” With that, she sauntered toward a ring to cool off before trying to explain further.

As I watched Anjolie in pure puzzlement, Topaz approached, she smiled wide and leaned down to whisper, “I thought of something Azjah,” and I gave her a quick smile and asked her on which topic since I was apparently having difficulty following such things tonight, she grinned more, “One thing fun about the baby thing – you can tease Gnimmy about babysitting and bouncing it on his knee telling stories.” She straightened again, still grinning.

I could feel a frown flit across my features as she returned to her table. I took a deep breath then and glanced at Cory, who had remained rather closed lipped about whatever was aggravating his bride. I motioned to an empty chair after catching his attention, determined not to let Topaz’s teasing bother me, but it did.

Cory mosied over while cheering on his wife, “Beat'er up darlin'! I'm still collectin' teeth 'n ain't go' Koy's yet!”

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I quirked a brow at him and his comment, “Collecting teeth? That sounds barbaric Cory.”

Topaz heard him, “Eh, Cory, you’re no tooth fairy!”

I shook my head, “scotch Cory, or something else?”

Cory shot Topaz a grin, and the smiled at me, “Nah Azjah, I made a commitment t’ Anjolie tha’ I’d no’ drink until she can again. But I could use a tall glass o’ sweet tea.”

I blinked at him in utter shock, “Should I ask why she cannot drink?” Then I sent Marcus for a glass of that sickening sweet mess he called ‘tea’. When Marcus returned, I set the glass before him as he was watching his wife and Koy release some of their anger on one another. There simply must be some kind of epidemic in the water of RhyDin.

Koy looked a bit green as she pulled herself up from the last punch Anjolie had delivered soundly to her midsection, “Ooh, I’ll be sure ta collect.” She gritted as she fought to keep her meal inside her body rather than releasing it all over the ring.

Anjolie laughed, telling her she had better, and then headed toward where Cory and I sat. She collapsed into a chair and I asked if she was feeling better now. She was, and I ventured to ask her if I had understood Cory correctly. She gave me a puzzled look and asked what her husband had said, so I told her, “That you cannot drink alcoholic beverages, thus he was abstaining. There is usually only one reason for such commitments.”

Right at that moment, Koy flopped down into a chair near Cory, Anjolie and I, where she retained a somewhat greenish tinge about her.

Anjolie stammered, “Oh, he, uhh…. We had a little tiff ‘bout thin’s and I’ve been feelin’ sick lately,” She gave a weak smile, “that woul’ be cool though.”

Cory promptly brought his glass of tea to his lips to avoid having to say anything at precisely that moment, and I shuddered as he drank a big gulp of that nasty brew down, and Quinn gave him a hard look, “You been tellin’ people I’m pregnant?”

I glanced at Cory then, “insinuating it at any rate.”

Cory’s eyes went wide over the rim of his glass and more gulping noises ensued, while Anjolie’s expression darkened into a clear frown. She then looked back at me, “In short, no, I’m not pregnant.” And her tone was a clear indicator that in her view, the subject was closed.

I glanced at Cory then, “And Cory Havoick, what happened to all that advice about being happy about such an event?” Then I returned my attention to Anjolie, “Alright. I have truly missed something of major importance to you both.”

Cory slowly lowered the glass and swallowed the last bit of his tea as he spoke very quietly, “all I had t’go on was wha’ ya were tellin’ me. I pu’ two ‘n two t’geth’a when the pieces did’na really fit.” He too sought to change

Anjolie then brightened, “By the way, lady... I did find someone who breeds ponies."

I smiled, and she continued to explain, “I most certainly have. They're not nearby... but they exist."

I was happy to hear that she had found a likely process, “Distance is not truly important if the blood lines and temperament are right.” For the right animal, no distance was insurmountable.

Koy spoke up then, “it’s hard work breedin’ ponies?” Her interest was idle, but she seemed happy not to be discussion fashion for a change.

I nodded, “doing it right is, Koy.” And Anjolie added, “it’s extremely hard work.”

Cassius glanced from his ring as he overheard the conversation, and muttered something indistinct as we continued. Koy wondering what I was going to do with a pony. And I was pleased to have Anjolie resume her discussion of this new find before I had to explain what I needed a pony for. “Anywho, it won’t be cheap, but their lines are great, their temperament is perfec’, an’ I even like their color.”

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I nodded at Anjolie, “Do they have any foals due for spring that are available for review of pedigree, or perhaps siblings on the ground from this year? Or did you see something you liked already on the ground?”

She shook her head as Cory seemed a bit depressed that Anjolie was not expecting her own ‘foal’, as she continued, “Spring lady, I want somethin’ that will be under Arturo’s training only.”

Druid sighed as we discussed the proper training of horses and ponies, muttering “they will never learn.” Rena quirked a brow at him and asked what Druid was referencing. Druid mittered some more, “speaking of animals as if they are slaves, don’t think either of them would like it if I threw a metal piece in their mouth and rode them around, but they do it with horses.”

Cassius shot a glance at Druid from his ring.

Druid returned Cassius’ look, “The experience might be good for them, teach them a few things about how to view creatures they take for granted. Training horses..: He made a rude sound, “If feel like riding a horse I ask it if I can.”

Koy was listening, and the topic seemed to hold her interest after long days and hours of fashion, and horses are usually a topic near and dear to elven hearts.

I sipped the sparkling water, “please keep me posted, when the foal crop arrives, we’ll schedule a trip to have a look.”

Anjolie offered to take a trip with me to see this year’s foal crop since they will be very similar in temperament and quality, but then she also explained why she wanted to wait for next spring’s foals, as she does not like their methods for the riding lines. I told her I could make arrangements to go whenever she was free to do so.

Then deciding to change the subject, I invited both Anjolie and Koy for a ride as I was feeling cooped up, and the weather was to be fair. Both of them seemed surprised by the invitation, but both accepted and we settled on a ride at 10. “There's a perfect waterfall and an ideal place for a picnic lunch. Thought we could ride there and have a change to all of our routines.” Anjolie seemed thrilled with the idea, and finally Koy agreed to come along, although she had not ridden since she had left Elanthia.

Koy offered to make sandwiches and we agreed a picnic by the water would be a delightful diversion. I promised a bottle of sparkling grape juice to accompany Koy’s sandwiches, and Anjolie promised finger food to join the growing list of picnic fare.

Cassius had completed his match and made his way toward us, nodding to each as he came within respectable speaking distance. I nodded, “good evening,” Anjolie was less inviting as she asked if he was leaving. Cassius dismissed her remark, “I overheard your conversation and I just wanted to give my advice in regards to the horses.”

Anjolie softened then a bit, “Please, feel free to join us.” Horses seemed to bring out the better side of her nature.

I lifted a brow at Cassius, “I did not realize you enjoyed horses Cassius, with your history.” I know that Cassius is of Roman background, but most of the Roman’s were foot soldiers, and his interest in horses was somewhat surprising. But, I too invited him to join us, which he declined in favor of the duels, but he did continue standing, “There's an expanse of steppeland to the northwest of the city ramparts, roughly 35 to 40 Roman miles.”

Anjolie and I both were curious where Cassius was going with his reference to the steppes.

“Breeding ground for bandits, but the people can be reasonable. I'd consider sending an envoy to a local leader with an armed escort. Horses are numerous there; very cheap compared to Rhydin prices. And they're the best type of ponies one can find.” He glanced a little uneasily toward Anjolie; he realized that he was possibly blocking her business, after all, “And thank you, but I think I'd like to duel again.”

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I studied Cassius a moment, “steppe ponies for children? Are they trustworthy?” Anjolie was keeping quiet, but her expression clearly said she did not think much of blood lines that could not be traced, while Druid slouched in his seat muttering about the stupidity of man and how they do not realize their own place in nature’s design.

My question seemed to take Cassius slightly off guard, “their own children ride them. As for the nomads? Actually, yes. They’re quite strict on a code of honor once business has been concluded.”

It hit me then that Xenograg had a steppe pony, but Cassius had misunderstood my query, “Forgive me, I meant are the ponies trustworthy with small children.”

Cassius shrugged, “I’m not certain, not my area of expertise. I do know they ride them since the age of three.”

I pondered a moment, “The Nomads have a reputation for shunning the outside world however.” The likelihood that they would negotiate with me for their prized ponies was not very good.

Cassius gave me a sharp look, “Send an envoy to them. Do *not* go yourself.”

I lifted a brow at him, “Thank you for the warning, I shall heed it. You're trying to buy property, not become it.” At that, he stalked toward the ring, his blade, Imperator unsheathed as he stepped into a ring.

I flashed Cassius a smile, “I would never make good property.” The last thing anyone would want to do is try to lay claim to me as chattel.

Druid muttered some more, “wonder if she ever asked her horses if they liked being property.”

Cassius shot me a quick look of warning, “They won’t care.”

Anjolie decided it was time to head for home, and I too felt a need to retreat to the Palazzo for the evening. We said our farewells and agreed to meet for our ride. Koy and I walked out together talking about Matt and his efforts to rebuild the Outback.

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For the moment, the Twilight Isle was quiet. Just Topaz and I seemed to be anywhere in sight, and she seemed inclined to talk. Unfortunately, of late, my mood has been lack luster, and I have not felt it incumbent upon me to maintain a façade for the public, although I know my father would have remonstrated me for that failing. Jaleeisa arrived and was sitting quietly on the couch with a folder of papers that seemed to be nearly forgotten in her lap.

We greeted and it was then that inspiration struck, “If you get the opportunity Jaleeisa, you and Che should come meet the Prince.” While Mikhail was in town, it made sense to introduce him to as many of the Carpathian’s living in RhyDin as possible. It might help his mood about the demise of his people to know some do still exist in unlikely places.

She gave me a warm smile, “I should be honored, as would Che. But I'm not very courtly. I would not wish to shame my Lifemate.”

I lifted a brow at her, “I’m certain you could survive a brief introduction.” Certainly Mikhail was not perceived to be such an onerous ruler.

“Say no Jal.” Topaz shot her a grin, “or even better, ‘hell no, over my dead body. That’s what I should have done,”

Jaleeisa chuckled, “I’m sure I would. It was not a demurral, Azjah, merely a statement of fact.”

I glanced at Topaz in surprise, “You would have had to meet him Topaz. And I suspect had you gone dressed in something other than militaristic attire, things would have gone much better.” I smiled, but it troubled me that she held such disparaging views toward Mikhail.

She continued on her negative comments about my friend, “their idea of a celebration is to frown down their noses and glare at Brigath.”

Carefully setting my glass of water down, I looked hard at her, “The Prince did no such thing.” She was being very unfair to Mikhail, who had tried to meet her as a new member of his people, an honor she should have appreciated but instead was condemning because he was offended by her clear defiance of their ways.

Jaleeisa broke the tension, “I expect he will be much like Che, courtly, old world manner, only more so.”

“A very apropos observation Jaleeisa.” I shook my head as Topaz rebutted that Mikhail was busy keeping Gabriel from attacking Brigath, “Gabriel was not doing any thing of the sort.” Yes, Gabriel had moved in to intimidate Brigath, but there would never have been a scene and Gabriel would not attack Brig, who is near and dear to my heart as well.

She shrugged, “He looked like he was about to.”

Jaleeisa seemed to consider a moment, “so, with the proper attire, and knowing my Chereylen, and his way, aye, I believe his blessing on our bonding would be appreciated.” At least Jaleeisa seemed to understand the importance of seeking the Princes’ blessing.

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Topaz however is another matter.

“I did meet the prince, that was the problem.” She grinned at Jaleeisa. “He never acknowledged the letter I sent him either. So much for manners.”

I was growing less patient with each moment, “there may well be reasons for that Topaz.” How dare she judge the Prince for not responding to a letter that should never have been required in the first place?

Topaz smiled unconvincingly, “Of course there are reasons. There always are. I quess I should be happy to have dropped off his list of priorities.””

I turned my attention back to Jaleeisa, “am not certain how long he is staying Jaleeisa, but certainly we will have some kind of informal gathering in the next weeks.”

My stomach cramped hard, and I curled up in the chaise, wrapping an arm around myself and taking a big drink of the water. I am eating nothing, and still grow bigger by the day, which is not adding to my sense of humore.

Jaleeisa nooded, and I dragged my attention back to her, “Aye, Che says just to let us know when the Prince may receive us and we shall be happy to attend.”

I nodded, “very good.” Then kicking off the stilettos, I glanced at Topaz, “will you be traveling then to Auriga Topaz?”

She gave me a mildly puzzled look, “hmm? Why would I want to do that?”

I quirked a brow at her before answering, “to see where Lucien’s homeland is.” It seemed an obvious enough thing to me, but perhaps she was not capable of leaving her ties to magic here?

She shrugged, “I guess the real thing would be more fun than roaming through Lucien's memories of the place.”

“I would think so, yes. The reality is always more impressive.” The great snow capped mountains are truly awe inspiring, as are the forests and sense of history. It is a place where imagination can truly take flight, and the intrusion of humanity is significantly lessened.

She chuckled, “Perhaps if there’s ever a time when he’s less busy we can do that.”

Jaleeisa glanced down at her folders, “Che informs me that my gown will be rather Victorian in design. Apparently I will be gowned, not my trousers. And Victorian. We're debating all the drippy lace.”

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I chuckled softly as she announced that she absolutely refused to wear a Victorian head covering because they were “positively ghastly”. But I tried to allay her fears, “I think you are safe enough not keeping your hair covered.” While there are places where head coverings are required, Mikhail has no such requirements in his presence.

Jaleeisa snickered, “Aye, so I say as well. But Che wishes me well covered with other males about, even though I'm thoroughly bonded, claimed and converted.”

I nodded, “Ah, it’s a failing of their kind Jal.” Every male I had met had archaic notions about their women and how best to protect them, and while sometimes it was endearing, other times it was annoying.

Topaz then expressed an unexpected query, “So, seeing as everyone seems to want me out of Rhydin, does that mean I'm not expected to be there?”

I quirked a confused brow at her, “How do you mean everyone wants you out of RhyDin?”

She chuckled, but it did not have the sound of mirth, “Well, you and Gabriel seem to want me off world entirely. That is, Auriga is off world, isn't it?”

“Yes, Auriga is off world, but it's not that we want you gone, so much as we would like to see you learn about Lucien's home.” I was not sure why she felt anyone was trying to ‘get rid’ of her. Jaleeisa fell quiet and lapsed into private communication with her mate judging by her expression.

Topaz smiled, “When Lucien wants to show me his home we will go.” Then she laughed, “Oh this is funny. Can you imagine having a whole village upset with you?”

Jaleeisa and I both blinked and looked at her in confusion.

She said by means of explanation, “It took like what, all of half an eye blink, to step on every foot in the impromptu court?”

I sighed as Jaleeisa observed that her introduction to Mikhail must not have gone well before speaking up, “Correct me if I am wrong Topaz, but you did know their sentiment about women and warriors.” I knew for a fact that Topaz had been told that Carpathians did not expect nor want their women fighting on purpose.

She shrugged, “You mentioned it. I also mentioned my choice of what I might wear. Lucien said to wear whatever. I asked about the protocol, and received no answers. So, I went with what I knew of courts and who I am.”

I shook my head, “You heard me, you knew how Lucien felt about your hunting. I am surprised by your choice.” It still confounded me how anyone could know such things about a new ‘family’ and still flaunt it in their faces. Most people I know prefer to make a good first impression, and not take a known stand that is contrary; unless of course they do not care about having a good first impression, or having a good relationship with their new ‘family.’

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It was her turn to give me a puzzled look, “my hunting?”

I thought back to the hunt for the liches on Twilight Isle, where Lucien had first voiced his shock and aversion to having Topaz joining the hunt, “As I recall, he did not want you hunting the liches, nor hunting vampyres. Did he not explain that women do not engage in such activities?”

She remembered things differently, “As I recall one of our dates was hunting the liches. The original hunt, well, that was before we figured out that we ought to be together.”

I shook my head, selective memory was always difficult to overcome, “We remember different things then. I remember he did not want you along, it was not safe for you to be there. It was Brigath and he that nearly came to blows over your presence.” In fact, Lucien told me how hard he had tried to convince her that hunting was not something he wanted her to do because it was dangerous. And, he had run into her on the topic again when he had recalled a search party in the Atreblan valley contrary to her wishes and upset her in front of her Captain. She knew his beliefs on the subject very clearly.

“Lucien and Gabriel have been in Rhydin for years. They really oughta know better by now. And Brigath and Lucien nearly got to blows once Lucien found out about how Brigath survives otherwise deadly injuries.”

I nodded, “Very true, they have been here for years, it does not mean they have adopted Rhydinian ways.” But she was ignoring the fact that Brigath had told Lucien to ‘get over’ having Topaz present for the hunt, and that had nearly set them at one another yet again.

My stomach cramped hard again, and I took another sip of water before asking Jaleeisa, “so you are not a fan of frothy lace Jaleeisa?” I was not going to get through to Topaz at all regarding Mikhail.

Jal shook her head, “Nae.. I fear I am not so feminine as that. The thought of swathes of lace everywhere makes me ill.”

I chuckled, “I am no fan of lace either. It itches.”

She shook her head, “But I am sure that Che and I shall fine a suitable compromise. That seems to be our best strength. Respecting each others needs and finding a compromise we can both support.”

I smiled, “As I said, I shall endeavor for a more relaxed atmosphere.”

She smiled, “Just let us know. Che will still wish us presentable before our Prince.” Then she chuckled, “So, perhaps I can convince him that there is no need for hoops to conceal my form.”

I was relieved, she seemed to understand that as a Carpathian, she did belong to the Prince’s realm, which seemed not to be the case with Topaz.

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I gave her a smile, “Well, I would not plan mud wrestling, but perhaps a garden party that does not require formal gowns.” Something non-formal in the gardens would be perfect. And no one would remark on the absence of food, which was so much the better.

Jaleeisa gave a wide grin, “Should you manage that, Azjah, I will be indebted! Then mayhap I might not have to worry over brocades, velvets and laces!” She smiled at Topaz, “Well, in a more relaxed setting than the formal reception, I hope you will find a way to ease the impression. I'm a little nervous myself. But I'm not a ruler meeting another ruler. And I've known no liege aside from my Captain. I've not met the rulers of my Mother's peoples.”

Topaz returned her grin, “Apparently I wasn't either. Only I didn't find out about that til after.” She sipped her coffee, “Lucien doesn't seem to dislike anything I wear, but my tastes don't run into revealing clothing to begin with. But he's certainly nice about the dueling. Much nicer really than some humans are once they get married. And I think we found a way for dealing with me being the Commander of GoT and Atrebla, too.” She then lowered her voice to a whisper, “But it does me rather deeply that the court got such a bad impression of me.”

Jal nodded to her, “Well, Che doesn't care for the revealing clothing, but he does see mine as more tasteful than some of the females in Rhydin. He doesn't mind me dueling, he feel it keeps my skills sharp should I need to protect myself, since the rings are warded. Aye, I can see how it would.”

Topaz continued softly, “I truly wish there was an opportunity to amend that. I'm not nearly as out for fights as Azjah made it sound. And if she got that impression, I can imagine how bad things may have looked to the prince.”

“Perhaps you can find a way to ease the first impression.” Jaleeisa suggested.

Topaz regarded her a moment, “If the gods permit. It appears I'm not invited to the garden party. Maybe I'll run into one of them by accident. Ah well, no sense in crying over spilled milk, is there?”

Topaz then asked me if I would like to duel, but I find my strength failing me, “I would, but I cannot stay tonight.” With that, I found it wiser to remove myself from the rings rather than let anyone see how little of my strength remains.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Topaz walked up the beach, “good evening Azjah.”

I glanced up from my reading and returned her greeting. “How are you?” It appeared that tonight would start out slowly, which might give me a chance to finish the book. Rena had been reading, and it struck me that I could bring some of the things I have been meaning to read as well.

She gave my book a curious glance, “I’m splendid for the most part. How are you?” She then chose a seat close to my chaise since it was just the two of us.

I gave her a wry smile, “Missing Klinton.” I closed the book and kept my hands wrapped securely around it to keep the tremors from being obvious.

She nodded in understanding, “He sure is gone for a long time. I do hope for you that he won’t be much longer in returning home. I can barely stand being without Lucien for half a day.”

We spoke a bit about Carpathian’s and their cave men attitude, where they would drag a mate along kicking and screaming if it fit their goals. But being without Klinton is lonely, even though I understand his need to seek out information on his mother. The whole thing was beginning to worry her more and more. What on earth had she done?

Syous arrived on the Isle, but even that did little to perk my interest in much of anything. He sought to ignore me for the most part, and for the most part, that was a good thing in my present state of mind. He watched the match in progress quietly, seemingly putting forth quite a bit of concentration in doing so.

I closed my eyes and kicked off the stilettos as Topaz sought a match with Syous. I opened my eyes and looked at Topaz, “Try not to wear him out too badly Topaz.” She did not think that was possible, but I suggested that it would not take much to wear the old coot out.

She grinned, “it doesn’t take much with Gnim either.”

Syous seemed to be holding his tongue tonight, and that was probably a good thing. In my current humor, it could digress and become ugly all too easily.

Topaz and Syous were engaged in their duel when Lucien arrived. Topaz’s attention was divided between Syous and Lucien, and that gave me a chance to retreat with my own thoughts.

Syous glanced between Topaz and I as I told Topaz to grab a hand full of his hair to see if it was real after she’d observed that at least Syous had hair, where as Rab did not.

Syous just shook his head, “Now you’re just making this ridiculous.”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

I sipped the sparkling water, keeping one arm wrapped about my waist, what is left of it, as Topaz told me one day I would have to get Syous a “huge box of chocolates and a big bottle of brandy to make up for all the teasing.” I lifted a brow at her and asked why.

Topaz grinned, “It would boggle his mind?”

I wanted to say something disparaging about his even having a mind, but bit my tongue, “I would hate to give him a heart attack” was the come back I allowed to be heard publicly.

Syous muttered about his heart being quite strong, but he mostly kept his thoughts to himself. I smiled slowly at his expression. He is much too much fun to torment.

Later that night Syous dueled Ryn as well, and I warned Ryn not to be too rough on the elderly one. Syous peered back at me as I winked Ryn’s direction.

I heard Lucien groan, and he explained to me that Topaz had asked him about my garden party planning, and whether they would be expected to attend. I told him of course they were expected, why on earth would they not be? The question seemed an odd one.

I smiled as Gnimish and Drakhan arrived. The plump little dragon giving me a drooly grin as Gnimish untied his paper and pens in preparation for his turn to volunteer.

I quirked a brow at Gnimish, “You are making Drakhan carry your supplies?”

He shrugged innocently, “Wha'? He's gout four legs and a sturdy back, doncha Drakhan?” But the lizard did not seem to take Gnimish’s ‘compliment’ quite as well as the gnome would have thought. He shook his head and flopped down on the floor at Gnim’s feet. I could not help but smile seeing Drakhan’s reaction.

Wulfson did a double take as he arrived and caught sight of Gnimish in uniform, but otherwise said nothing overt.

I wrapped up my current duel and sent a goblin after a plate of medium rare beef for Drakhan. The dragon happily scarfed down the beef and made himself comfortable on my foot.

Gnimish grumbled, “Now he’s got two caramel buddies and a meat buddy, yer a little chick magnet Drakhan!”

I laughed, “He’s too adorable Gnimish.”

Drakhan opened one eye to give the gnome a secret, smug little grin before closing the eye and going back to resting on his new found foot pillow. It was regrettable that I needed to go, but my hands were shaking badly, and I did not wish anyone to notice. With that, I headed slowly toward the portal, and left Syous fairly unscathed for the night.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Hunger has a way of coloring everything. The last meal had been shared with Klinton, but he’s been gone these weeks, and I know Andre and Dyson are beginning to talk. Dyson’s expression is enough for me to know I will have to do better at convincing them I am eating. While I do not sanction table scraps for the dogs, it would be one way of easing their worries to share with them.

I walked slowly into the Arena tonight, pausing to catch my breath before attempting the stairs. I find the ability to spar in the rings has failed me, and so I did not come with the saber at my side. Topaz met me at the table I chose with her cup of coffee in hand, and I quickly sought out Hubie or Marcus to obtain a glass which I could wrap my hands around that she would not see the tremors. “Good evening Topaz, how are you tonight?”

She smiled, “I think I’m fine, but you look horrible. I thought this morning sickness thing was supposed to go away eventually.”

I glanced at her, “morning sickness left me a couple of weeks ago.” Perhaps it was time to remain within the walls of the Palazzo if people were beginning to remark on my appearance.

“Really? Then what is wrong?” she queried. It seemed I would not be left alone on this topic.

Gnimish came stomping down the stairs, dragging Drakhan along and humming a little tune. “Good evening folks.” His entry allowed me to ignore Topaz’s question a bit longer before having to give her a vague shrug, “nothing.”

“Evenin’ fairy, Azjah,” he tossed a wave over on the way to his seat. And I sent Marcus for a plate of medium rare beef.

Topaz however was a terrier on the trail of a varmint, “Hmm, you should see a healer or maybe have Gregori have a look at you, just to make sure. You wouldn't want the baby to get hurt by whatever it is that has you looking so....well, not your best.”

I gave her a cool look, “Pregnancy is not agreeing with me, perhaps that is why I do not look my best?” Certainly that much was truth, and it seemed things were only getting worse with time.

“Perhaps. I just would hate to see you get seriously sick or end up with a less than healthy baby.” The slid into a chair and sipped from her cup of coffee with a look that clearly said she was not buying my responses.

I took the plate of beef from Marcus and leaned over to offer Drakhan a bit as I told her I would be alright. As I reached for another piece of beef for Drakhan, I had to concentrate on not letting my hand shake in front of the fairy. Drakhan however appeared to be the picture of happiness as all three of his food buddies had arrived. Rena was just taking her seat and Gnimish groaned, “Oh, peachy, and Drakhan is, oh, he seems to be enjoying himself.” About then Hubie arrived with towels and Gnim tossed one in front of Drakhan before he could drool too big a puddle on the floor.

Out of the blue, Topaz commented that she was looking forward to someone by the name of Michelle and her pies, but the thought sent a wave of nausea through me. I focused on Drakhan then as Gnimish commented that he couldn’t take him anywhere.

I chuckled, “He’s too cute not to take anywhere Gnim.”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

The gnome gave me an incredulous look, “Ya think Drakhan’s cute, eh?”

I nodded, “absolutely.”

Gnimish regarded the lizard a moment, “I wonder what would happen if ya stuck equal amounts of food on opposite sides of the room.” He tried but failed to stifle a snicker as he envisioned the scenario.

I told Gnimish that would be mean, and that it was much better to hand feed him as Topaz reasoned that Drakhan would eat his favorite first, or which ever was closer and then go eat the remainder. Which sounded logical to me, and then I offered Drakhan another bite of the beef.

Cicero made his way into the room with an imperious gait for one of his years, commenting that it was the ‘usual crowd’ before taking his sofa as caller. He made his announcements and looked around for duelers to fill his rings.

Gnimish was in rare humor, and pointed behind Bran, “Oh look, a giant bug!”

Bran spun around several times, “where? Where?” Before realizing that the laughing gnome was just teasing, and the gnome flung a water balloon at the back of Bran’s head.

Rena must have kicked the gnome in the shins as Gnimish reached down and rubbed his shin giving Rena a look, “What’re ya? My conscience?”

She shrugged, “Got to be something.” Then she and he stepped into a ring for a match.