Night at the Inn

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Azjah had finished her shopping for the day and headed for the Inn. She walked through the doors, brushing snow off her coat and hair as she paused to locate an empty table near the fireplace. She made her way through the sparsely populated Inn and settled on a table beside the warmth of the fire. She slid out of the fur-collared jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Then she looked around to see if any serving lads were working. Not seeing anyone, she headed for the bar and prepared to make herself a cup of Cappuccino.

Alain entered through the alley doors, lightly dusted with snow, and he shook it out of his hair and brushed it off his shoulders as he looked around the common room. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and he blew into his hands a couple of times before smiling over them at Azjah, “Baroness.”

Azjah had slipped behind the well polished bar to start up the machine, “Good morning Alain, I’m making Cappuccino, would you like one?”

“Please,” Alain said as he unwound his scarf as he approached the bar. “You know, I think you’re the only nobility I know in RhyDin, active nobility, anyway.” He added almost as an afterthought as he considered that he might know a few more technically, but still, “Outside the Blood Houses.”

Azjah set the machine for two cups and started it while she pulled twin mugs out of the cabinet and began to froth the milk. Azjah lifted a curious brow at Alain, “Really?” She smiled, “Not that it means much here Alain. The Blood House hierarchies are unknown to me, but I would suppose they follow similar rules.”

Alain gave her a wry grin, “Still though, maybe intentionally, I feel like I’ve neglected the….” He sighed slightly and frowned as he had to say it, “the duties of my position.” Alain nodded at Mihaela and placed his coat and scarf on the counter.

Azjah poured the Cappuccino and made her way around the bar toward Alain. “Neglecting your duties? How so?” She set one of the mugs in front of Alain.

The machine slowed somewhat as it approached the Inn, looking around the outside before pushing open the doors and stepping inside. Alain was known to the machine, but the woman he was with required a brief database search before a name was dredged up. Curious, Hex moved over to a table near the bar to observe for the time being.

Alain glanced at Azjah, “First of all, I’ve only been building business connections. Any noble connections have been incidental.” He murmured his thanks for the Cappuccino and took a sip.

Azjah curled both hands around her mug and leaned a hip against the counter. “And you should be making inroads into the nobility.” She supplied for him, judging from his expression.

“I guess so,” he grinned at her, “My family’s been out of this game for six centuries, which makes me very new to it.”

Azjah glanced at her table and then back at Alain, “That’s a long time Alain, but simply because your title is ‘new’ is no reason not to make advantageous use of it.” She knew there would be the old aristocracy that would snub him for the newness of his title, and consider it less than worthy of notice, but there were enough neau Vaux riche that Alain’s title would gain him access to new investors.

“Certainly, but I wouldn’t know where to begin,” Alain demurred. “I have Ms. LeClerc for advising and assistance, but she can be difficult to locate these days.” He took another, slower sip.

Azjah took a sip of the Cappuccino and glanced around the Inn before looking back at Alain. “There are a few that I could ease your way with Alain. Make the right connections and many doors open. I am certain you know that well enough. The Duchess De Winter would be a fine start.” In fact, there were a lot of the nobility she could introduce Alain to, but most were not the sort she would want him consorting with in the end.

Alain gave her a curious look, “I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure.”

Azjah nodded, “So how is the coffee export business going Alain? Did you make that 75% increase in time, or does Trystal owe you?” She shot Alain a smile, “I’ll see about making the introductions Alain, she’s quite proper, but she has connections unlike most around here.”

Alain smiled, “I didn’t quite cut it. Nearly twenty four hours late. Is she at the Inn often?” He was clearly interested in meeting the Duchess.

Azjah gave a mellifluous laugh upon hearing him, “Ah, so you are providing her with that 30 year old bottle it seems?” Azjah sipped her Cappuccino, “When she is in RhyDin, yes. But the Duchess travels a lot.” She would send the Duchess a card, and hopefully receive a reply fairly quickly.

Alain’s smile turned into a grin, “Not like we don’t have the money.”

Azjah laughed, “I don’t think it was ever about the money, was it?”

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The sudden rush of newcomers were given varying lengths of assessment as the alien head tracked back and forth while softly backlit eyes recorded every detail. The machine remained otherwise unmoving at its chosen table, and Azjah glanced at the machine once more. She had never had opportunity to speak with it before, though she’d seen it several times in the past.

“Never once,” Alain said, “There’s a reason I’m thinking about noble connections,” he added softly. “The governor’s election is coming up soon, or ought to be.”

Mishka entered the Inn then and wove a path between tables toward the bar, where he stepped behind it to explore the possibilities for something warm and liquid. He set water on to heat as he measured a dry mix into a cup, adding just enough dark rum to wet the powder therein. Azjah greeted him, “Good morning Mishka.”

Azjah canted her head at Alain, “Actually, I shall miss Governor Simon. Have you heard any rumblings about who will seek the post?”

“I’d miss him if I’d ever seen him in his office to begin with,” Alain frowned slightly and looked around a bit. “I think the position is counterproductive.”

Azjah gave him a surprised look, “Really? I found Governor Simon to be most helpful, once we got past his space patrols.”

HEX spoke up then, “I have yet to see any instances where the office of the Governor effects any noticeable change in the city.”

Azjah gave Alain a chuckle but didn’t elaborate on her run in with them.

“He was helpful initially, and then he was absent. But I’m speaking less about him specifically, and more about the position itself.” Alain then glanced at HEX, “Agreed, but if noticeable changes were implemented, I could see them running contrary to how this city runs itself, how it thrives. It thrives off of private interests. The Watch? Privately backed. Building projects, charities, other developments, also private.”

Azjah’s pale blue gaze slid toward the machine. “Personally, I found the office very advantageous and helpful.” Then she smiled at Alain, “How much you get from the Governor is in direct proportion to the effort expended, I have found.”

HEX nodded at both in turn, “My apologies if I was interrupting?”

Azjah shook her head at HEX, “No apology needed.” She was uncertain how to address the machine.

“I got plenty from the previous Governor, Helston. Believe me, I know how to capitalize on the office.” Alain said a bit dubiously, “And don’t get me wrong, I support democracy – but only when I believe it’s in place to elect a necessary government. And here, it’s unnecessary. The Houses, the big businesses as well as the collective influence of small business owners, investors, and other entrepreneurs grease the wheels of RhyDin City and keep it running. Even though elected, the Office of Governor invariably ends up pushing an individual’s agenda, running contrary to the existing power structure of the city.”

Azjah studied him a long minute, “I like the fact that the office exists. It was useless with the previous Governor, but DWI has flourished under this Governor. Perhaps it depends on one’s needs and goals.” Azjah knew that each governor would have varying spheres of influence, some of it good for her company and some clearly not good for her.

HEX was listening to Alain, and the machine could not help but agree with the spirit of the man’s argument.

The elven thief pushed in the front door, pausing just inside to brush snow off her. It had started to come down again and heavily. Her hair was dusted with it, and she swiped a bit ineffectually at it and eased further in, leaving her cloak on a peg by the door. She gave a startled but warm smile to Devin and moved toward him. Then she gave Alain and Azjah a wave as she leaned against the bar next to the Sadist.

Azjah sipped her rapidly cooling Cappuccino and glanced at HEX and Alain, “So you are both against maintaining the office?”

“Why should the empowered of the city, those who help run it and make the business flourish to begin with, be forced to play to the Governor’s office when we can do it ourselves?” Alain asked.

HEX shook its head, “I have no personal position on the matter. So long as I am unhindered in operating the Iron Dragons.” The machine stirred to life, moving around the table to join them at the bar.

“It was not a matter of being forced, it was more a matter of opening doors that had not been there before,” she told Alain. “It was about partnership and growth. No one forced me into the deal, but it was advantageous for both parties. Given that scenario, having a governor has been beneficial for the patrols and for private industry.” Azjah was in favor of having some higher office to oversee the business and industry of any world.

“Such partnerships have been available since before the governor’s office. Personally, I’d prefer to see them flourish between House leaders, business leaders and that sort. Perhaps a Business Council.” He tacked on as a means of suggestion, and punctuated it by finishing his Cappuccino.

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Azjah gave a soft chuckle, “No one took on the space patrols before our Governor did.” In fact, they could have been attacked many times over, and it was amazing that they had not been so attacked. She knew several entities had tried to take over RhyDin, but so far had not succeeded.

“And yet, before then, no fleets invaded or bombarded RhyDin. The Collective force of private interests would make such an attack impossible,” Alain asserted.

Azjah wasn’t convinced that it was an impossibility. She missed Brian Ravenlock’s arrival and bow as she studied Alain, “So I would I argue that in this case, your argument is slightly flawed. Was it luck that has saved RhyDin so far, or a lack of interest by powerful entities that have overlooked us so far. And how long does luck last?”

HEX refrained from interrupting again this time, instead settling back to simply listen to the debate between the pair.

Azjah continued, “Personally, I’ve flown those skies enough times to wonder how long before the solitude enjoyed here would last.”

“Would it be anything other than luck with publicly funded as opposed to privately funded space patrols?” Alain asked.

“No one from the private sector has been able to fund that kind of endeavor. And those who could would be viewed with extreme suspicion. I dared not do it for fear that the Kaiser would want to lay claim to RhyDin.” Azjah told him when he proposed private militia type forces.

HEX spoke then, “The Iron Dragons would likely be able to do so,” finally finding something to say in their debate.

Alain shrugged, “I’ve begun funding security for my own shipments, as they’ve increased in size. Whether arming freighters or paying for fighter escorts.”

Azjah glanced at the machine again, “For what benefit?” She viewed any such ‘offers’ with a great deal of suspicion. There was no such thing as altruistic intentions in RhyDin. Then she looked back to Alain, “Those are your private interests though Alain, not for the general welfare of the city.” She knew private security was fine for private business, but horrible for coordinated defensive work.

“But the deterrence benefits those who operate in the same lanes.” Alain objected. He began to roll another cigarette, “I know I’m not the only one who does this.”

HEX garnered her attention with his next words, “At present, the most prominent advantage of such a campaign would be to expose our capabilities to other potential clients.”

Azjah gave HEX a long, assessing look, “What about in future?” Showcase their abilities, and then what?? She glanced at Alain finally, “Only so long as those fear your defense of those ships, but once they learn your patterns, it would be easy enough to avoid your presence or engage you so that you couldn’t defend the city.” No, she was a firm believer in Matthew’s patrols not belonging to any industry and not being funded by private interests.

“If the Iron Dragons were able to prove they are capable of securing trade lanes, this would likely encourage expanded trade with this world. Thus further expanding our client base,” HEX told her.

Alain added, “In the future, private interests such as my own, especially with the backing of others, might find it in their own best interest to have a secure, stable spaceport, and collaborate to pay for such groups as HEX’s.” To which HEX nodded his agreement.

Azjah’s brow rose markedly at that, “But, that is not currently the case, is it?” She looked between the tow. “And what would induce private enterprise here to help support such costs?” She knew she would be unwilling to trust her shipments to hired security forces.

“Isn’t it?” Alain asked, “I know at least four ground patrols, various guilds have been affiliated with certain watches and militias to help guard the city itself. The same things that would induce them to pay taxes to a governor for the sake of a stable environment.” He lit the cigarette, “An unstable environment is unprofitable.”

Azjah shook her head, “Ground forces are much easier to muster Alain.” It was one thing to patrol the streets and do so for short periods of time, it was another to take a space assignment. And the costs of such assignments far outscored the costs of a ground based security.

“Perhaps that is true for trade based business Mr. DeMuer, however, an unstable environment is potentially quite profitable for a mercenary company.” HEX was tipping his hand to Azjah now. His company’s loyalty would be purchased by the highest bidder; and that had its place in business, but it worried her when it came to planetary security in the long term.

Azjah then added, “And, to keep things from being redirected by privateers, I do think its better in the hands of a governmental body and not private industry.” Actually, security in the hands of industry was the last thing she wanted to see happen.

“Businesses that deal in interplanetary shipping have far more resources. Even those not based in RhyDin have plenty of reason to see to the security of this world, especially given its valuable nature as a Nexus point. What I want to know is where this governmental body gets its money.” Alain held Azjah’s eyes while he spoke.

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“Yes Alain, that is true, but so too do they have vested interests in taking over the running of such an enterprise.” Azjah had seen too many cases where the interests of huge corporations had led to the monopolization of sectors of space and the last thing she wanted to see was that kind of power struggle here. She could well envision the Kaiser sending his troops, or the IISC and the Trade Guilds using their considerable resources to plot the control of this particular nexus, but she held her tongue on that aspect.

Alain continued, “And with multiple interests in play, no one power can take control. Far more balanced than a single office with a single officer.”

Azjah pounced on that, “I beg to differ with you there. Private interests never are in balance, and sooner or later, there would be a power bid. Quite frankly, there are powerful interests that I can think of that would be well suited to ruling in a position of power behind curtains until it was too late.”

Gemethyst spoke up, “Don’t forget, fascism is a corporate run government. And it starts out very sneakily.” Then she turned away as though nothing had been said. Azjah glanced at her, but refrained from drawing the elf into the discussion since she so clearly did not want to be sucked into the political discussion.

HEX had decided that this was turning into a very interesting debate, and it was quite glad it had decided to drop by the Inn today.

“In RhyDin they seem to be,” Alain countered. “I’m more inclined to trust this city’s ability to balance itself away from chaos through private interest as it seems to have always done than to put it in the hands of one man, or leave it to one man to try to manage it all without any public budget to speak of.”

Azjah shook her head slightly, “Better a home grown defense in the hands of someone who lives here than in a grouping of foreign interests garnering power and influence from a distance and then coming in to crush our industries.”

Daniel DeAuster gave Alain a nod as he crossed the floor, slipping behind the bar to grab a mug from the shelf.

“Foreign is meaningless in RhyDin City. G~d knows how many or few of us are native. Many of us travel at will between worlds. And I still want to know, where does the governor get the power and money to secure RhyDin?” He belatedly returned Danny’s greeting.

HEX tilted his head at Azjah, “Baroness, would not Drachen Walde itself be counted as a foreign interest?”

Azjah glanced at the machine, “Yes, which is why I have never offered to front forces in the skies. Were I to do that, I fear that the Kaiser would desire to claim this nexus. For the time being Alain, the forces are those loyal to the Governor, and came with him in the forced retirement.” She was trying to answer Alain’s query about where the resources came from without giving too much of Matthew’s and his cohorts commitments away. “They make their money on other endeavors.”

“I see,” stated HEX. “Then at least one could not accuse you of hypocrisy.”

Alain looked back at Azjah, “And what if he were to decide not to leave office? Even if not him, then another like him? He would have only to marshal those forces to take control, maybe start imposing taxes.”

Azjah gave the machine a smile, “That is not to say that I wouldn’t mind accomplishing that on behalf of the Rigelian Empire, but I think it would cause me no end of trouble here.”

Azjah gave Alain a surprised look, “Such things have happened in other worlds and times Alain, and such things are usually met with violence and the ultimate death of the offender.” The creation of a dictatorship wasn’t something she could foresee for RhyDin.

About then, the very first of RhyDin’s governors arrived. Kitty swaggered in the door and struck a pose, “Did ya miss me?”

“Personally, I’ll be supporting the abolition of the office this election, if the election comes at all.” Alain announced as he tapped his cigarette over an ashtray. “I know what my House and my businesses can offer.”

Azjah frowned, he might know what they could offer, but if needed, no one else did, and there was no cohesive defense possible given such nebulous information.

HEX added, “I have studied much of the history of this city, and in every instance I have discovered if a foreign power attempted to gain direct control or territorial claim of RhyDin, that culture or empire has been reduced to ashes. This world has a way of utterly destroying would-be conquerors.”

Azjah sipped the now cold Cappuccino and grimaced, “This needs a refill, how about you?” She glanced at Alain. Then she looked at the machine, “Precisely my point, and the reason I have not chosen to lay claim.” She winked at the machine as she was only half teasing. Then she picked up Alain’s mug and made her way behind the bar to make two more Cappuccinos. Then she grew more serious, “But, simply because I am reticent does not mean all entities are.”

“Please,” he nodded.

In the mean time, Kitty glanced around as she dropped her hands, claws drumming on her thigh, “I guess not.”

Alain blinked at Kitty and grinned, “Hey Stranger!”

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Kitty smirked at Alain as she swayed toward the bar, “Hey sexy beast.” She paused as she spotted the flailing Skid heap and Azjah gave her a nod of greeting, which Kitty returned with a lecherous leer.

HEX spoke as she added the frothy milk to the mugs, “My apologies Baroness, I should have introduced myself sooner. I am called Hex, the Commissar of the Iron Dragons- mercenaries.” One of his humanoid arms unfolded and a hand was offered to her.

Azjah leaned toward the humanoid arm and took it, machines after all are not unfamiliar to her. “Good day to you Hex, Commissar of the Iron Dragons, I am Azjah Danaan, Marchioness von Triberg.”

The alien head dips in a slight bow, the machine’s grip precisely firm politeness. “It is a pleasure to meet you Marchioness Danaan.”

She chuckled, the title was associated with lands, and Peer’s last names were seldom used, but she’d grown used to RhyDin not understanding noble titles and how they worked. “The titles mean little here Hex.”

The machine gave a close approximation of a shrug, “Perhaps. However, it is quite often better to err on the side of courtesy than familiarity when meeting someone new. I am curious Azjah, what form of governance, if any, would you personally support here in the city? Or for the world as a whole?”

Azjah handed Alain his mug as he spoke with Kitty. Her pale blue gaze landing once more on HEX, “Well, I have a bias of course, but personally, I don’t think having a Governor is such a terrible inconvenience. It has to be monitored and controlled, government likes to get too big, but some governance is desirable.”

HEX continued, “You do not think that RhyDin as a political entity is not inherently anarchist?”

She leaned a little closer to HEX, “Personally? I favor monarchies.” Then she winked and took a sip of the Cappuccino.

Azjah lifted a brow then, “Inherent traits are not necessarily good traits.” Far from it in fact.

Hex glanced at an elf and then back at Azjah, “How would you recommend overcoming the inherent instability and resistance to rule, even when such rule is supposedly from within?”

She sipped the hot drink, “Ah, now that is the crux of the problem, isn’t it? If I had that solution, I would run for Governor myself.” She chuckled softly, “Perseverance will prevail though, to some extent.”

HEX nodded slowly at Azjah, “Thank you. I appreciate your input on the matter.”

“You are welcome,” She made her way out from behind the bar, pausing near the machine, “And how would you propose keeping out all forms of governance?”

“At present, I have not involved myself in political matters, but perhaps that is an oversight. Such issues have the potential to seriously impact my profession and my soldiers. Then, there is the added benefit that involvement in politics often increases one’s contacts.” HEX seemed to ponder that idea a second or two.

“I should think that involvement in the government would be far more beneficial than remaining outside of it.” Azjah wasn’t sure she wanted the machine getting involved, but it certainly was something she had considered.

“I had hoped to broker a contract with the Governor, however, his office has yet to return my correspondence, and I have not seen the Governor in public for some time.”

Azjah smiled, “The Governor is a new father, I am not surprised.” She reminded herself that she still needed a gift for Koy and the child and had promised Matthew to stop by the house. Then she offered to check on HEX’s correspondence the next time she saw Governor Simon.

The machine gave her a slow nod, but no verbal reply. “That would be most appreciated. Thus far, I have been finding it difficult to make new contacts on-world to secure contracts.”

Azjah sipped the Cappuccino thoughtfully, “How long have you been on world Hex?”

HEX added, “Fortunately, the company has recently completed a very lucrative contract off-world. The proceeds from that campaign will see our operational expenses for the near future. I have been on RhyDin for nearly a year now.”

“How large a contingent have the Iron Dragons here?” She leaned a hip once more against the bar’s brass railing.

“We currently number at twenty five thousand combat personnel, with an additional eight thousand support personnel.”

Azjah’s brow lifted at that, “You came with no small contingent Hex. So you have similar outposts on other worlds?” Now she was wondering at the size of the mechanical being’s mercenaries.

“No, our forces are headquartered on an orbital platform above RhyDin.”

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Azjah sipped her Cappuccino, “But you contract off world while you seek employment here?”

“We have only had three off-world contracts thus far, the most recent was our largest campaign,” he told her.

She nodded, “I see, and how is your fee schedule determined?” Never having dealt with mercenaries before, she was curious.

“Combat personnel receive a monthly stipend according to their rank and pay grade. Support personnel are paid twice a month. All personnel are additionally paid share dividends in the company.” Hex supplied.

“I see,” Azjah said as she gave thoughtful consideration to his elaboration. “Is there a dossier on your company accomplishments?”

“I can have on prepared if you are interested.” The alien head tilted to the side slightly.

Azjah nodded, “It would be helpful for several reasons.”

“For the moment, I can relate the prominent points if you wish? What reasons would those be, if I may ask?” Hex’s features did not express curiosity, but his words did.

“If I am going to speak to the Governor about your offer, it would help to know where you’ve worked and what the outcome was, and there is another potential job that would need to have references.” Azjah slid the mug a few inches away.

Another slow nod was given to Azjah by the machine, “Understood. I originally took command of the Legion of Chain, the military arm of the Slaver Association, in May of this year. There was an eight month long campaign on an off world location with a different temporal flow. Our objectives there were the destruction or capture of territory held by a kingdom neighboring an ally of the Association. The target nation was readying to invade this ally, and Lord Brutin was requested to assist.”

“So you were successful in your assignment?” She inquired.

“We started that campaign with a force of fifteen thousand soldiers, and eight thousand support. We completed the campaign with only three thousand casualties, combined soldier and support personnel. Target casualties were estimated to be two hundred thousand captured, and one hundred fifty thousand killed.” Azjah’s brows winged upward. “I must point out,” Hex continued, “that in this campaign, the Legion had significant advantage of technology and arms. We were facing an enemy relying on skirmish warfare tactics and armament, while we employed limited armored cavalry and projectile weapons.”

“I see,” Azjah repeated, “And have you ever faced a high tech opponent, one armed with pulse laser and tachyon driven ships?”

HEX gave another nod, “Yes, our two most recent campaigns were against off world forces. Unfortunately the Phaesia campaign was the last time my forces fought under the Associations banner. I purchased the contracts for the bulk of the Legion’s soldiers from Lord Brutin, with his blessing, and formed the Iron Dragons. This was roughly four months ago.”

“You are no longer associated with the slavers of the city then?” Azjah knew one of them and it wasn’t an association she particularly liked.

“To varying levels of success. After founding, we received two small scale contracts. One was a detail to secure a lunar colony from raids by pirates. At present, no,” he told her regarding the association of slavers. He continued to field all of her questions and still provide her with a relative history of the company.

“If you would not mind, an electronic file for the Governor would be useful Hex.” She picked up the mug, “Have you ever heard of the Cepheans?” It was an off chance, but she inquired just the same.

“I allocated a force of five thousand soldiers and two thousand support personnel to the security contract. We destroyed fifteen pirate ships, including two frigate class vessels. We lost three corvettes and two hundred soldiers.” He nodded, “I am afraid I have not. My direct knowledge of species and political entities beyond RhyDin is limited.”

“Minimal losses for the undertaking,” Azjah commented. She nodded at Hex’s reply, “Cephei is not a world most care to know even when they do know of them.” She wished she didn’t know them. She slid the mug across the bar, “I shall look forward to our next meeting Hex.”

“As will I, Marchioness Danaan. Please enjoy your day,” Hex told her. Hex decided that this trip to the Inn had certainly been profitable as he watched her return to her own devices.

She smiled, “Good day Hex.” She wondered if his databases included nobility protocol but decided against saying anything to it. She made her way back to her table and powered up the micro-computer as she settled onto the comfortable chair, curling up she touched a couple of keys in her search. She made a few notes, “Cephei, 588 square degrees, Cephei alpha western most star at the base and the brightest star, spectral type A7 IV-V, magnitude 2.4. Supergiant F5 and G2 stars have no life, but Mu, also called The Garnet Star is home to the barbaric invaders of Lacerta from Cephea. She frowned.

A short while later, she packed up her things and made her way out the door with a wave to Soerl as she stepped into the swirling white of the snowy day.

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Azjah walked across the porch and pushed the door open before slipping inside. She located an empty table near the fireplace and made her way for it, sliding out of her fur jacket as she reached the chair. She gave a wave to Kairee as she draped the jacket over the back of the chair and curled up comfortably. When she spotted a serving lad, she sent him to the bar for a glass of her Dalwhinnie.

Kairee sent her a wink as she was engaged in a discussion with a male Azjah did not know, and she wrapped both hands around the glass of scotch and waited for the flames to warm her up.

The door opened again and admitted Mishka, who was dressed in a light colored coat with a fur lining that he had been out shopping for this morning. He headed for the hearth as he shrugged out of his coat and offered a fleeting smile to the commons at large. Azjah gave him a smile, “Evening, coming in from the cold are you?”

He grinned, “Cold, snow, and some very, very violently aggressive shoppers. Did something happen to make everybody at the Market crazy today? It was like they’d been inflicted with some kind of berserking virus.” He grinned as he hung his coat on the warming rack where it would drip snow on the floor as it dried. He paused, shaking his head vigorously to shed as much of the icy dusting as possible before heading for the bar, “Can I get you something Azjah?”

The door opened again, admitting yet another chill blast of air and standing in the door was Quaid. He could easily have been taken for being imperious, haughty, or just plain Sidhe for that matter. He stopped a moment to shake the snow from his black mane of hair and then made his way to a chair by the hearth.

Azjah’s pale blue gaze slid toward Mishka with a chuckle, “I think the impending proximity of their dead line has turned shoppers into assassins. And thank you no; I just sent the lad to the bar for my scotch.” She gave the Sidhe a nod as he joined she and Mishka at the hearth.

“Mmm, Solstice is tomorrow, true. And some religious holiday or another’s coming up. Too many of those holidays to keep track of,” Mishka mused as he stepped behind the bar and selected a cup before checking the warming pot to see what was hot and drinkable. “Oooh, Wassail!” He selected the sour rather than the sweet variant and sprinkled cinnamon over the top of the citrusy drink and returned to the hearth. He gave a curt nod to Quaid and curled into one of the chairs rather than stretching out on the cushions before the fireplace. “Do you celebrate any of them?” He glanced at Azjah as he sipped his wassail, “I celebrate Solstice, but I don’t really know anyone here well enough to make gifts for them.”

Azjah sipped the scotch, “Solstice, Yule, Alban Arthan, you name it, and everyone is under nearly the same deadline.” She nodded at his query, “Yes, Alban Arthan, which is closely tied to the Solstice. This is the first time in years that I had the Palazzo decorated, and have brought in Rigelian chocolates for the holiday as well.” She smiled, “So, did you finish your shopping Mishka?”

“Oh,” he said simply, “Shopping? I was just after a new coat.” He nodded in the direction of the pale garment, “Something that blends into the snow better,” he told her.

Quaid remained silent, but the talk of the Solstice pulled at his attention, though he was considering his options, it would be the first time in centuries that he did not celebrate the Solstice at Court.” His expression belied little of his thoughts to the others around him however.

Mishka perked slightly, “Is there some kind of winter celebration that the whole city participates in? I know other cities have winter festivals, planting festivals, summer and harvest. I understand there was a harvest fest here,” He gave Azjah wide eyes over the rim of his cup as he cautiously sipped the hot liquid.

Quaid glanced over at the one speaking, he knew he could spend the time celebrating with his Flame, but missing that which had been his home for centuries was not an easy feeling to push aside.

Azjah sipped the single malt scotch appreciatively, “There are usually several festivals in RhyDin. However, The Religion has no cathedral here, so I generally join in the Chanukah celebrations, and the opening of the circle on the Solstice. There should be a number of events in town,” she said to Mishka, but her glance slid toward the silent Sidhe as she spoke. He returned her gaze with a silent nod of greeting.

Kairee glanced at Azjah then, “You should celebrate at my temple babes. The boys will show you a good time.” Her mirth was evident, and Azjah smiled, “They would hmm?”

The Sidhe lord then looked at the young man that had sprawled on the couch and offered him a nod as well, but still he remained silent.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Mishka slid a glance toward Cole from his curled up place in one of the wingbacks, he offered a fleeting grin before those honey colored eyes slid toward Quaid, and a quiet smile was sent his way. Cole grabbed a pillow and held it as he made his way closer to the flames. Then his grin was reborn as he spotted Azahr’s entrance, “Zahr, Cole, a person would think you were bonded, as good as you are at showing up together.”

Quaid’s eyes wandered around the Commons and explored a moment before Azjah spoke up, “I do not believe we have met.” Her pale blue eyes studied the dark Sidhe a moment. She flashed a grin at Mishka, “Maybe they are.”

Mishka got a grin, as did Azjah from Zahr, and his fingers quickly tickled into Cole’s sides to make her point.

Quaid turned once more toward Azjah, “No, my lady, we have not. I am Quaid McIntyre.”

At last, he speaks! Azjah gave him a smile, “A fair evening to you Quaid McIntyre. I am Azjah Danaan. Would you care to join us?” He did seem to sit at the fringes of the room and not truly a part of it, and she wondered if it was from choice, or due to being new. Despite being dressed in a warm sweater, she was still chilled as she moved her chair closer to the fire.




In the rafters, just as in the previous night, Lord Alcar hung upside down with his wings wrapped around himself, his eyes were closed, and one who did not know him might suspect that he was sleeping there in the shadows of the ceiling.

“Merry Meet, Lady Danaan,” A smile graced his lips at last and he stood, “If I may?” He crossed the distance and made his way toward Azjah’s and Mishka’s comfortable chairs.

Azjah flashed him a genuine smile, “Please do, can we get you something to drink?” She shot Azahr a quick wink at his teasing.

Quaid sat gracefully into a chair, “An ale would be most appreciated,” he told her.

Azjah summoned a serving lad, then glanced at Quaid, “Have you a preference for light ale or dark?” Her eyes wandered up toward the rafters as she muttered softly, “Someone needs to bite him.” Lord Alcar had in fact bitten her the previous day, and she had yet to exact any form of retribution.

“Light,” Quaid told her as his own eyes followed to the ceiling and he chuckled softly.

She send the serving lad for the light ale, which was promptly delivered to Quaid. Azjah lowered her gaze hearing the very soft chuckle from the Sidhe, “It’s a long story,” she told him with a hint of a smile.

Quaid lowered his gaze and left a few coins for the lad who had delivered his ale, “As are most things in these lands, I am finding.”

Azjah swirled her scotch briefly, “The Nexus has a long and colorful past Quaid. May I inquire what brought you here?”

He gave her one of those Gaelic shrugs that mean nothing and everything all at once, “The magic of my Court decided I should be brought here.”

Her pale blue gaze studied him, “And you were not in favor of this destination?” She knew there were exiles here who had no choice in the matter, and wondered if Quaid were one of those unfortunate numbers.

“At the time it happened, I wanted to be anywhere but where I was. The Sithean chose the destination quite deliberately,” he told her by way of an explanation that really explained nothing at all.

Azjah lifted her glass to her lips for a sip of the old scotch, “Have you any here that you call friend, or at least acquaintance for the upcoming festivities?” She really hated the thought of anyone spending the Yule season alone.

He nodded, “I do, thankfully.” But this time his words were accompanied by a smile.

Azjah nodded, “That’s good. I believe my first Yule here in RhyDin would have been quite sad if it had not been for Brig.” When she’d left Rigel right after her parents murders, she arrived here and had only recently been befriended by Brigath Cedran. He had made certain that her Yule had been warm and welcoming, and she missed him dearly.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

The Sidhe appeared wistful as he continued, “It is the first Winter Solstice for me in centuries to be *exiled* as it were.”

She watched his expression change. “Will you be in RhyDin long, or are you at the vagaries of the Sithean magics?” When he admitted to being exiled, she amended, “I am truly sorry to hear that Quaid.’

He smiled at her last statement, “I plan for the long term. It is disconcerting, but magic tends to work in mysterious ways.”

Azjah nodded, “Will you be able to participate in your Solstice celebrations here in RhyDin?” She was unfamiliar with the Sidhe festivities, and did not know any others of his race living in the city.

He seemed to ponder that a moment before replying, “I think we would.”

Azjah curled her long legs up beneath her as she caught more movement in the rafters, but forced her attention to remain on Quaid, “I confess, I do not know what your Solstice celebration entails. Would you care to share the event?” She was hoping he would describe the traditions in some detail.

He gave her a dark smile, “It tends to be quite an affair. Balls, feasts, a bit of debauchery.”

Azjah gave a soft laugh, “What celebration is complete without a bit of debauchery?” But it appeared that he was not going to provide further elucidation. “I hope you will enjoy the Solstice celebrations here, at least almost as much as your homeland.” Given the wide array of inhabitants in RhyDin, surely some of the celebrations would come close to what Quaid knew as a Solstice.

Lord Alcar gave the commons another scan before closing his eyes and his wings opened behind him, stretching out into the air. Azjah slid a glance up at the wings as mischief crossed her mind. Then a slight flutter of those wings before they once more wrapped around Darkmere’s form. She idly wondered if she could sneak a snowball inside and toss it into the rafters with any accuracy.

Quaid spoke in a soft rumble, “I thank you for the good wishes.”

Azjah refocused on him, “Since you are marooned here as it were, have you found anything of interest to occupy your time?”

He nodded, “I have. I have been setting up a house on the outskirts of the town.”

She lifted a brow, “Indeed?” She smiled to herself and vowed to have a couple of snowballs smuggled inside before the night was over, and she motioned for one of the serving lads. Even though for the moment, Lord Alcar was behaving himself, Azjah was never one to back down from tempting fate. “What section of town?” She asked Quaid as the boy made his way through the crowd. She glanced up again as Darkmere’s eyes opened, and he looked around with a yawn that exposed those fangs to full view for a moment.

“The Northwest, by the woods.” He told her.

From his description, she thought it sounded as though he were living in Battlefield Park area. She nodded, “The Palazzo is in New Haven.”

Quaid was not familiar with the regions of the city, and he would need to consult a map to know where New Haven was located in RhyDin. Azjah recognized his expression and added, “The Northeast side of the city.” She took a sip of the scotch, “If you are in the area, please consider the doors of the Palazzo open you.”

He nodded, “I shall keep your kind offer in mind.”

She chuckled softly, “And if I can help you find anything for your new home, I’d be happy to assist.”

There was a smile on his lips, “I would like to get a Yule gift for my consort. Something befitting her fiery mane, and nature.”

Azjah shot him a quick smile, “What does she like? Jewelry? Weapons? Fine drink?” She knew the finest shops in town, and perhaps she could point him in the right direction before the Yule season arrived.

“Jewelry I think,” Quaid said softly.

Azjah gave him a smile, “You simply must visit Ariel’s Emporium. Each piece she does is custom tailored, and the gems she uses are found by Gem Singers, which ensures them to be a perfect match for the person for whom they are intended.” A finer jewelry maker she could not name. “Tell Ariel I sent you, she will treat you with the best of care.”

Quaid nodded, “I shall do that then.”

Darkmere gave a soft ‘ho hum’ from the rafters and let those wings open fully once more, giving him the distinct look of a bat, albeit a very overgrown bat, it was bat-like none the less. Temptation got the better of Azjah and she sent the serving lad outside to retrieve several snowballs.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Quaid nodded and then chuckled as he watched the serving lads head out into the cold to obtain the snowballs. They brought back two perfectly round snowballs, and Azjah slipped them each a platinum coin as she peered into the rafters. She gave Quaid a mischievous wink.

The doors opened and a female Sidhe walked in, looking for all the world like a studious sort. Her hair was slickly pulled back into a ponytail, glasses perched on her nose. She appeared to be all business in her camisole top and business length skirt, and high heels. Her smile was bemused for the evening, and she was so not fit for the part she was playing, but she was focused on pleasing only one other. She pushed the door closed and her hand nudged her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

Quaid’s smile could not possibly have gotten any wider once he spotted Rummy.

Azjah glanced about and toyed with her snowballs. She was not willing to throw them while Lord Alcar remained awake and speaking to another. She would wait for him to hibernate once more.

Rummy’s tri-colored eyes scanned the crowd from behind the spectacles, which she did not need, but the ‘sexy librarian’ role was something she figured would play out well tonight for the enjoyment of the Dark Storm. Her consort sensed she prowled in those devilish heels right on over to the hearth. Quaid was already enjoying the sight. She was trying to look good, and his eyes reflected that she had succeeded, and his voice was a very quiet rumbling whisper when he spoke, “Merry Meet, a ghrah.”

Azjah’s pale blue gaze slid from the rafters to the woman who had clearly secured Quaid’s heart. She gave the Sidhe lord a smile, “Your consort?” There could be no mistake; this was the woman he wanted the jewelry purchase for, and she would pose a challenge for the gem singers.

Soft amusement touched and interlaced with the heated smolder that lit her eyes as she looked at Quaid as she moved to his side, “You have been speaking of me, a ghra?”

“Of course I have,” he grinned at her before turning to Azjah once more, “Rummy, I present to you, Azjah Danaan.”

Azjah smiled at the lovely woman who had joined them, “A pleasure Rummy, and welcome to RhyDin.” There was clear love between the two, and it reminded her of what she and Wil shared.

Her eyes held Quaid’s a moment longer, “Hopefully it was pleasant things,” then she gave a nod of her head as warmth eased into her smile, “Thank you, Azjah Danaan. RhyDin has ever been near a second home to me, though it has been quite some time since I have been here.”

Azjah nodded, “Ah, so you are no newcomer to the City? Wonderful news Rummy. And yes, he spoke very highly of you.” Azjah was still toying with the snowball as she gauged the distance from her chair to the extended wings in the rafters.

Rummy’s grin broadened, “Then he is just being far too good to me.” She gave a light shrug, “I would not say such a newcomer, but it has been ages since my duties have brought me to this portion of the realm.”

Quaid was clearly unrepentant about it as well, “You deserve every bit of it.”

As was Rummy’s nature, as well as just her regular desire to be close to him, she sat on his lap in a publicly proper manner, her fingers curled at his chest, “Mmm, you cherish me far too greatly a ghra.”

Azjah smiled at them, seeing in Rummy the same adoration she had for Wil, “Perhaps if you two have the time, you can join Wil and I for an Alban Arthan drink during the festivities?” Then she shot Rummy and Quaid a wink as she spotted her chance to throw one of the snowballs into the rafters at the large, bat-like wings.

He glanced at Rummy, “That would be most welcome, don’t you agree?” Of course he could accept for both of them, but then he figured she would unman him if he presumed too much.

The Flame was all high spirits and spark, and if one saw her glow, well, she could say it was but the bathing glow of the hearth flame against her flesh rather than the fact that the flame glow was generating outward rather than inward from the Flame herself. “That would be wonderful, I would enjoy that.

Azjah smiled, “We would be most happy to share our home for a visit.” She paused, it was the first time she had called the Palazzo ‘our home’, and she gave a smile without further explanation. It sounded right to her.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Lord Alcar looked over his shoulder as one of his wings was hit by the snowball, his eyes followed the path the snowball had come from, and as she tossed the second one, he smirked. The snowball stopped in mid-flight and reversed its course, flying straight back at Azjah.

Quaid buried his face in Rummy’s shoulder to keep from laughing outright as his arms encircled her waist.

Azjah ducked with a stifled ‘eeep’ as the snowball careened back at her, and splattered against the back of her chair. Azjah shot a grin at Rummy and Quaid, “Well, it was worth the fun.”

Rummy laughed, “Better him than me.” Her throaty laugh embered with warmth as her fingers stroked through Quaid’s hair. Though, if the truth be told; if a snowball did hit the Fae, it would likely melt before even contacting her flesh.

Quaid was still chuckling, “It was indeed,” then he gave Rummy’s shoulder a nip before resting his chin on it.

Rummy’s eyes smoldered like twin coals that had been warmed as she grinned and laid her head against his. Her fingers smoothing through his hair as she smiled at Azjah, “Will I have the pleasure of meeting your consort prior to this gathering?”

Azjah gave her a quick smile as she picked up her glass of scotch, “I hope so Rummy. He seldom comes to the Inn, but every now and then he will show up unexpectedly.”

She sobered slightly, “I can understand why he would not frequent this place. It is…. Sometimes hard to swallow.” She glanced at the babes in the room, it seemed as though an old nemesis for Quaid’s attention was in the room.

Lord Alcar was not ready to let the snowballs pass, and just to get back at Azjah, he summoned a bucket of ice cold water, which he let appear over her where she sat talking with Quaid and Rummy. Then abruptly it tipped, dumping the icy water where she sat, but she’s caught sight of it just as it began to tip over and hopped out of the chair, icy water splattering her silk trousers as she shot a glare at the wings in the rafters. “Well Rummy, if you and Quaid will be here for a bit, you might get a chance to meet him.”

Lord Alcar gave Azjah an innocent smile before resuming his discussion with Solah. Kairee watched from the bar with amusement.

If Rummy had been a cat, she would likely have been purring, but instead she was in that blissful smolder of heat against Quaid as she grinned at Azjah, “Oh, I think we will. I’m right comfortable.” And she did indeed appear to be very comfortable sitting in Quaid’s lap.

Azjah motioned for a serving lad, leaning closer to whisper, he nodded and ran for the kitchen as she slid a pale blue glance once more toward the rafters, and then back to the pair in the chair. “Wil is not from RhyDin either, and we are pondering just how to spend this Yule season.”

“This will be my first Yule, here.” She said it softly as some realization dawned on her, and she shuddered as she curled closer to Quaid. She had realized that the last time she had ‘celebrated’ Yule, it was no celebration, for she had been at the hands of the Sidhe executioner.

Quaid drew her close to him, “Mine as well, moi chroi.” He had felt the shudder and knew the cause for it immediately.

Azjah, despite being an empath could only gather impressions that were unclear, and so she smiled at Rummy, “We have decorated the Palazzo, done the Yule logs and mistletoe and roping, and the New Year surprises. The chef is already serving the Glühwein.” About then the serving lad returned with a white towel that was clearly wrapped around something hidden. Azjah glanced at the rafters, grabbed a sturdier chair and stepped up onto it, opening the towel to reveal a jiggling glob of strawberry jello.

Rummy smiled, “I do so enjoy those things. I have not seen many of them in quite some time. I was not allowed to celebrate Yule. She feared I would burn down the palace if I got to overwhelmed with emotion. The joy of Yule was not meant for me then.” Her eyes turned somber for a moment as her briefly laced through Quaid’s, but it was quickly replaced then with her spark of merriment as her eyes lit with embers of anticipation. “I very much would like to see that all again, but, there is such a lack of time. There are things to get….” Her voice trailed off.

Azjah glanced at Rummy, “Well, hopefully you won’t burn down my home, but we will have Yule fires and food, and of course the spiced wine.”

Quaid’s fingers laced with Rummy’s, “This year will be different.” He nodded at the invitation, “Our Queen can be rather cruel, it was her way of damaging Rummy’s spirit.” There came a rumble of thunder in the distance even as he spoke.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Azjah used the towel to impart more momentum on the Jello as she lofted it at the wings in the rafters while he was busy speaking to another, then she quirked a pale brow at Quaid as she stepped off the chair, “Your queen forbade such celebrations to you Rummy?”

Her eyes went wide then, watching Azjah throw the jello at Darkmere, then she laughed as her eyes danced with mirth, “Oh gracious no. I wouldn’t burn down your home, at least, not intentionally.” She shuddered at that factor, it would take quite some grief for Rummington to lose control over her hands of power. Blood and fire. Grief and fury would be her loss of control, which would mean that someone would harm Quaid. She frowned then as tri colored eyes lifted to Azjah, “Aye…” Her queen had indeed destroyed Yule for Rummy in the past.

Darkmere sensed the incoming jello and moved to the side, letting it pass by in a harmless arc toward the door.

Azjah stepped closer to the fire, “Well, let us hope such will not be the case this year Rummy.”

Quaid’s hand moved up to soothingly run through her hair, as he quietly whispered to her, “This year will be different, I swear.”

Azjah picked up her glass of scotch, “We will have the circle opening tomorrow evening,” she told them as she took a sip of the scotch and glanced at the rafters.

Rummy’s eyes blazed, “I would hope it would not be so. She kept me away from many festivals our people celebrated. I didn’t understand so much why before… but recently much has been revealed to me. Before I returned here, she put me in the arena to face the Darkness.” Then her eyes became almost jewel like as tears seemed to threaten, “She enjoyed putting our people against each other, to the death.” Then she turned toward Quaid and leaned into his gentle touch. She wanted this Yule to be different. It had to be. A Yule without him after being claimed as consort would be more than spirit destroying. It would kill her in the literal sense.

Azjah sensed the deep pain, but did not want to poke at it further, “We don’t have any such battles, the closest we Rigelians come is the battle between the Winter King and the Spring King, but that is all part of an endless cycle.”

Wil removed his bare hands from the pockets of his leather flight jacket only long enough to open the door of the Inn. Cold gusts threatened to catch hold of the door, and he worked to close it immediately behind him as he blew warmth onto his hands while he looked about the Inn, searching for Azjah.

Rummy shuddered subtlely, but Quaid felt it none the less. She was terrified that the Queen would plan something on such a festive occasion as Yule. Then she studied Azjah, “Your traditions, I have heard of these.”

Quaid spoke then, “For us, we revere the Goddess and the Consort.”

Azjah turned at the sudden gust of cold air as a smile lit her features, “Ah Rummy, you shall indeed have a chance to meet Wil.” She gave Quaid a puzzled look, “The Goddess? Ceridwen?” Then she excused herself a moment just as Wil spotted her by the fire with the two Sidhe. He gave her that melting bad-boy smile and made his way toward them. She met him halfway, “Wil!” Her arms wrapped around him in a hug, and she brushed a kiss to his lips as they met. He took Azjah into his arms and gave her a kiss that was entirely appropriate for the public venue, “Hey baby, you hogging the warmth over there again?” He winked and gave her that grin again.

She flashed him a smile, “Of course I am.” Then she winked, “Come, meet Quaid and Rummy, I am so glad you came!” They turned toward Quaid and Rummy and Wil put his hand upon Azjah’s back and walked with her toward the hearth and her newly found friends.

Quaid’s attention turned to Rummy thing, “I won’t let her spoil your joy, moi chroi.” He tightened his embrace a moment trying to reassure her.

Rummy’s lips brushed feather light to the corner of his jaw, “A ghra…” there was pain in her eyes as she visibly shivered and her fingers curled lightly against his neck in response.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

As Wil and Azjah approached, Azjah smiled, “Please allow me to introduce you both to my special one. Wil, this is Quaid McIntyre, and his consort, Rummy McFerran.”

Quaid nodded at the introduction and rumbled warmly, “Merry Meet, Wil.”

Wil gave them both a polite nod, “Rummy, Quaid, a pleasure to meet you both.”

Azjah turned pale blue eyes up toward Wil, “I have invited them to come by the Palazzo for some of the Yule festivities.”

Wil smiled at Azjah with a bit of a wink, then looked at Rummy and Quaid, “The Lady Caer has a lovely home, and it’s decorated to the hilt. You’ll be most welcome.” Azjah moved closer to Wil, partly for his warmth, and partly because she loved it there beneath his shoulder.

Rummy’s head lifted as the introductions were made, her smile warming, “Merry Meet, Wil, I am much honored by Azjah’s offering. I am looking forward to it. It will be lovely to experience a different sort of Yule.” She added.

Quaid echoed Rummy’s words, “We are quite honored by the invitation.”

Azjah’s eyes sparkled with mischief, “We spoke a bit about Quaid’s Solstice festivities, and you would like his commentary about various debauchery.” She shot Wil a quick smile, knowing he would take her teasing the right spirit.

Wil spoke to Quaid, “Just wait until you sample the food and drink she has for the Solstice festivals.” Then he glanced down at Azjah where she stood nestled beside him, “Debauchery? Did someone say debauchery?” Then his arm tightened a bit and held her close to his side.

Azjah flashes a smile at Rummy, “Come hungry. The chef will take it personally otherwise.” She then smiled impishly at Wil, “I thought you might enjoy Quaid’s description.”

Rummy had a bemused look at Azjah’s words, then she was laughing warmly, “Oh yes, they are quite…. Intense.” There was a baring of teeth as spitfire grin touched her lips. She nodded then, “I always do.”

Quaid laughed softly at that, “I think that can be arranged,” in terms of coming hungry. Then he gave a lascivious grin, “Debauchery is the best part.” He was shameless as he leaned his chin on Rummy’s shoulder once more.

Wil gave Azjah that grin again, “Well, it does give people things to look forward to during the longest nights of the year.”

Azjah colored slightly at that grin and everything it implied, “One must always make good use of long nights.” Then she gave Rummy a conspiratorial wink, “Males.”

Wil gave her a little hip check, “I think we do pretty good in that area.” Then he raised a brow at her, “Something wrong with males?”

Rummy shot a bemused grin at Quaid, “As long as you are behaving in your debauchery.” Then she winked at Azjah, “Ahh, the UnSeelie females are just as terrible unfortunately during that time.”

Azjah did blush under Wil’s expression then, but her eyes held Rummy’s, “We have several traditions we are blending at the Palazzo Rummy, so hopefully we will cover some of what you are familiar with.” Then she gave Wil a slow, very meaning filled smile, “There is nothing wrong with males, and everything right with you my dear.”

Wil mouthed, “I love you” to Azjah at that. As Azjah offered Wil the glass of scotch, she mouthed back, “I love you too.”

Quaid gave Rummy another nip on one of her earlobes, “I wouldn’t call that a bad thing in your case.”

Rummy looked up at Quaid, “You trying to make destiny come forth quicker than it is decided, a ghra?” Her murmur was quiet then, “If you don’t behave yourself, there will be far more than debauchery way before Yule.” Bemused as she was by Quaid’s presence, she smiled gently watching Wil and Azjah.

Wil took the Dalwhinnie with a word of thanks and took a sip.

Quaid rumbled softly, “Let us just say, I am doing my utmost to encourage it along, a ghra.” He hugged her tightly then.

Azjah gave a soft chuckle as she glanced between Wil and Quaid, “It would seem Quaid that you and Wil are kindred spirits in this debauchery thing.”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Wil glanced at Rummy and Quaid, “Has Azjah told you that we’re engaged to be married? I am a very blessed man.” He sipped the scotch with a warm smile at Azjah.

Quaid chuckled softly, “Congratulations.”

Azjah turned a radiant smile on Wil, “Not yet, I had not. We were only just talking about Yule.” She was secretly elated that he was pleased enough to say so.

Rummy laughed softly, “I am certain you are. Not that I have any sort of dispute to this,” she told Quaid. Then she smiled at Azjah, “So he would go along well then with the naked festivals and pairings of a Sidhe Yule?” She then turned merry tri colored eyes on Wil, “It would seem you both are equally lucky to find your other half. Just as I am so blessed.”

Quaid rumbled softly, “We are blessed.”

Wil gave a smile at Quaid, “Thank you, Quaid, and you also Rummy.”

Azjah laughed merrily, “He might Rummy, but I’m not sure I would.” Then she gave her a serious nod, “Thank you Rummy, I am very fortunate indeed.”

Wil grinned as he heard the exchange between the two women, then he smiled at Azjah, “I’m afraid I’m just a bit old fashioned in those things.” He glanced at Rummy, “Azjah is all the woman I can, or would want, to handle.”

Azjah gave him a quick smile, “So you will be nervous when it comes time for the formal bedding ceremony?” She was teasing him relentlessly, but she doubted he had ever seen this kind of Peer ceremony at a Rigelian wedding, and she did love to tease him about the night of their wedding when it came.

Wil gave her ‘that look’, “I think I can handle it.” Then he winked with mischief.

“I don’t believe my temper would be so in check if I had to share my Storm.” She grinned at Azjah, “Our people are not shy of their true intentions or interests. However, once paired, we ever remain to the other. But some of our Court may not be away of our unity, and thus, would come the problem.” Then she was grinning at the talk of bedding, “All are blessed.” She was now all warmth in the comfort of new friends. Her previous worries far out of her mind.

Wil straightened then, “But, for now, I must be on my way.”

Azjah reached for her jacket, “As must I, but we look forward to sharing a mixed Yule with you both.”

“Merry Part, you two,” Quaid said as he remained comfortably in the chair holding his Flame.

Wil nodded at Quaid, “It was a pleasure to meet you Quaid, Rummy. I hope to see you again soon at the Palazzo.”

Azjah pulled the fur close as Wil helped her into the jacket, and then linked her arm with his.



Rummy smiled warmly, “As I look forward to it. It was truly a blessing to meet you both. Merry Part.”

Wil leaned closer to Azjah, “Should be a nice walk home, cold, but nice.” Then he straightened and looked at Rummy and Quaid, “Be well you two.”

Azjah gave him a radiant smile, “No snow angels tonight thought.” She waved at Quaid and Rummy.

“No, too cold for snowballs too.” He told her with a smile as they both remembered the snowball fight in Battlefield park.

Azjah grinned impishly, “Oh, not so my love, just ask Lord Alcar!”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Azjah pulled the door open, sliding inside before closing it behind herself. She lowered the fur hood and glanced around for an empty table before heading across the room toward the fireplace, unfastening the jacket in the process. She shrugged out of the coat and draped it over the back of her chair before settling into the comfortable cushions and looking around for a serving lad.

A violent burst of fire, shadowy shimmer and sparkling flashes brought Kairee into the Inn. She was seated upon the bar, her long, splendiferous legs crossed, and she was in mid yawn as she appeared.

Azjah gave a soft chuckle, “Good morning lady.” Her response was to blow Azjah a kiss, which she caught with a grin before sending the serving lad for a cup of hot caramel macchiato. While she waited, she pulled the microcomputer from her pocket and powered it up.

As a few people began to enter the Inn, a cloaked young woman slipped quietly through the closing door. She was wearing an enveloping robe with a wide hood hat covered her features, and the belled sleeves reached well past her wrists. A simple satchel was slung over one shoulder as well. She paused once inside and glanced nervously around the room at the occupants.

Azjah glanced up as the elfess walked through the door and ran into a rather large, obnoxious male. She gave Gem a wave and returned to her own work on the books. She did not look up at the soft popping sound when the nexus deposited a little, black cat sized dragon on the bar in front of Kairee. Instead, she took another sip of the hot drink and gave a contented sigh.

As Judah and Gem stalled in the doorway, the girl edged past them, glancing around to make sure that whatever had stopped them was not a threat to herself. Seeing none, she sidled past them as Gem announced that the coffee in the Inn was free. Gem headed for the coffee pot, and the cloaked girl was close behind her. She moved silently in Gem’s wake, and then to the end of the bar to slide onto a bar stool as she tucked her chilled hands into a fold of her cloak to wait and watch quietly.

Azjah chuckled softly, “Bright good morning to you Gem.” She wrapped both hands around the warm mug as though trying to soak up the radiated warmth.

“And to you Azjah,” came the elfess’ reply.

Azjah began entering numbers and glanced at the bar as Judah let fly a stream of vulgarities in his discussion with Gem. She simply shook her head and noted the small drake still sitting with Kairee, “New friend Kairee?”

She was busily talking to the small dragon, and Azjah could not hear what she was saying, so she returned to inputting DWI information into the records.

After seeing Gem pour a cup from the automatic coffee maker, the cloaked girl sidled over and reached out a cautious hand to touch the handle of the carafe, then quickly jerked her hand away. After she had reassured herself that she was not burned, bitten, or shocked by the device, she snagged a mug from where she had seen the bartender put them last evening, and poured herself a cup of coffee. She gave it a suspicious sniff, and then moved toward the hearth, where she crouched down beside it rather than taking a chair.

Azjah sipped her macchiato and then her pale blue eyes slid over the woman crouching near the hearth. She noted the condition of her clothing, and her hands. When she sipped the coffee, the girl frowned at the unexpectedly bitter taste, but then she took another, larger drink of the hot liquid, almost as though beggars could not be choosers. Then she reached into her satchel, bringing forth a small, half loaf of yesterday’s bread. She ate it with quick, neat bites, taking great care not to lose a crumb while still keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings.

Azjah had watched her for several long moments before speaking softly, “Why don’t you get comfortable in that chair? And coffee is often times better with a bit of cream or sugar in it.” She then pointedly took a long sip of the sweet macchiato.

The young drake with Kairee ruffled his wings slightly before hopping off the bar and started wandering around the floor of the Inn. He vaguely reminded Azjah of Gnimmish’s dragon, Drakkhan, but this one was not nearly as over fed, and did not drool.

The girl started rather violently as she glanced up at Azjah, just now realizing that she had been watched. “I…I don’t want to be any bother. The woman said that this drink was free, and I just wanted to sit by the fire a while… I …” She flushed red, the color adding to her already cold-chapped cheeks, and her gaze flicked downward.

Azjah canted her head slightly, she’d met waifs before, and this one certainly fit the bill, at least for the moment. “You cannot possibly be a bother by sitting in an empty chair, and of course the coffee is free, so is the sugar and cream.” She motioned to the chair, “Make yourself comfortable child.”

The little dragon was poking around, but hadn’t seemed to find anything that interested him just yet. Azjah watched him briefly before adding without looking at the girl, “You look chilled.” The dragon then altered its course and began heading for Azjah.

The girl glanced up and blushed even more crimson, “I’m sorry ma’am… I must seem like a t-total lackwit. I’m just not familiar with this town, and…” She trailed off, but she did rise then, brushing a few droplets of water from her cloak where the snow had melted and beaded before moving over to perch on the edge of the chair, still looking a bit nervous.

Azjah smiled gently, “Not a total lackwit, but it is obvious that you do not know anyone, and are uncertain just what to do. But, Panther is a fine host, and certainly would like you to be comfortable and warm.”