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Iris' actions almost made the usually impassive Dämon flinch as the sound of head against head cracked through the air. Before he could even think of what to do next, the 'Blue Lady' voice that seemed to come from someone other than Lady Alzira caught even Dämon off guard, he had let himself become too focused on the issue his sister had firmly planted herself in and failed to notice another individual had approached them, inwardly he admonished himself, outwardly he did his utmost to maintain a calm exterior in the face of adversary, and 'Death'. As the words that had been exchanged settled in his mind, especially the words of the assailant that Iris was so fond of, it was as if all but the final, and most crucial, pieces in a massive puzzle had been slotted into place and made it possible to comprehend the full scene laid out before him.


Iris blinked for a few moments, murmuring something to do with 'Blue' with some rather unsavoury and colourful additions to her mutterings, unlike her brother she was not in any state for showing tact or restrain. Despite the sharp object very close to her, Iris seemed to be completely dissociated from reality at this point, or at least she was dazed to the point where either her reactions had been reduced to near non-existent or she was too distracted to notice it. With struggle and some exertive sound effects echoing from her throat, Iris attempted to shift her weight and stand up, while pulling on 'Melidia'. Ultimately, even the attempt to shift her weight enough to try and stand up proved too much for Iris and she slumped back down drained of energy, barely having achieved even the slightest upward movement in her vain attempt.

 

It did not take Dämon long to clear his thoughts, even though this assailant had referred to the 'Bodyguard' as 'Death', and despite their unusual level of skill, it was not a guarantee that this was the real 'Death', at least not yet. With this in mind, Dämon mentally straightened himself out, his normal calm stillness falling into place as he took in the situation before him once more, falling into a state of cold calculation. Keeping his movements slow and non-threatening he reached with his right hand to his left arm, undoing the hidden mechanism that held the Dragon Claw Gauntlet firmly in place, the ease at which he undid it belaying the fact that he was the creator of the gauntlet, as only the one who created such a contraption would be able to operate and remove it with such proficiency. Once the gauntlet had been removed, Dämon then removed the mask and cloak, putting all three articles in a neat pile on the ground, leaving him only in his black silk party clothes that had been crafted to fit him, almost a little too well. With the more threatening and imposing parts of his costume removed he took a step towards the so-called 'Death', attempting to keep his threat level as low as possible and faced both 'Death' and Lady Alzira, the mask had been removed, both proverbially and literally. His eyes, still as cold and hard as jade, now looked as sharp and clear as a shard of thin diamond-like ice, something he had unmistakably inherited from his mother, and their ancestors who had carefully cultivated those eyes, along with many other von Gefallen features, over countless generations. Focusing those eyes on 'Death', Dämon put the full weight of his position as the undisputable future right hand and blade of the von Gefallen heiress into his words: "I will deal with my sister and her charge", his whole body language adding the unspoken words 'and not even Death will stop me from doing that'.

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As Dämon looked less and less like Blackjade with every piece he removed, Isirion finally managed to relax and mirror the noble's non-aggressive stance; even putting away the scavenged dagger. His voice however, was still every bit as vicious as he taunted Nightfeather: "Seeing as I can't use you anymore to deliver another message to your leader since those noble siblings claimed you, I'll just have to deliver a final message to your brethren myself." Nightfeather's eyes grew wide as she understood the full meaning of his words. While she was safe in Iris' hands and possible arms, Death would slaughter the rest of her guild. The thought was almost unbearable. Gritting her teeth, Nightfeather ripped out Trueshot's knife, that had come loose from Iris attempt to pull her up and threw it with all her might and rage. Anticipating the move, Isirion caught the assassin's knife with his left hand and drew his own blade with the right in one fluid motion. The sound the bloodstained blade made when it left the sheath was as eerie as ever, reminding a listener of the wailing of all the souls it had claimed. Perfectly adjusting to Nightfeathers forward motion, Isirion weaved under her throwing arm and pointed the tip of the blade at her throat, stopping the assassin dead in her tracks, lest she'd impale herself. Murder and venom finally gone from his voice, he addressed Dämon: "As you can see, this one is an assassin for real. I would be well in my rights to execute her on the spot for her recent attempt, but that would be a waste of her considerable skill. Use her strength well, but keep her on a tight leash, because if she comes after me or my charges one more time, I won't hold back again."

 

The party from Felicia's point of view so far

 

Felicia's plan of finding the master of ceremony in a jiffy to get him to insert the group's performance into the schedule had been derailed quite a bit. For starters there was no master of ceremony. In hindsight, a being as obsessed with exerting control over others as the Blue Lady would of course plan everything herself. Felicia felt like biting herself in the butt for her oversight, but that would not help at all. Having withdrawn in a corner furthest away from the commotion some idiot, hopefully unrelated to her group, had caused, Felicia weighed her options. With most of the minor nobles busy sucking up to the higher nobles, neither would pay much attention, if she posed as a fancy waitress, poisoning their drinks on the way. The only problem was that there were way too many of them to poison by hand before the first symptoms would show. Should she try to dilute the poison a bit more to gain a few additional minutes before it would take effect? No, she had already pushed the formula to the lower limit of its efficiency. Any more meddling and the poison wouldn't be potent enough anymore to kill a fullgrown human. Unbidden the picture of a pony-tailed figure wearing a lab-coat, square glasses and a look of constant curiosity, rose from the depths of her mind. Right, there had been a customer at her flower shop who had struck up the weirdest conversation about how they wanted to test the interaction between dragon poison and plant poison. Of course she had kicked them out pony-tail, lab-coat-tails and all because she was 'just' a simple flower girl, but somehow that peculiar idea must have stuck to her mind. Would it be possible to prolong the time it took for her poison to take effect while maintaining its efficiency by adding dragon poison? What wouldn't she give right now to know if that customer's research had born any fruit...

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Seeing the unsheathed, bloodstained blade, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place, this man was without a doubt the man who had become an aspect of slaughter and fundamentally changed Dämon's life forever when he cut his way through the Black-Air-Hideout, with the single purpose of slaughtering Blackjade. His whole body tensed at the sight of the wicked blade that had pierced and later flayed her reinforced hide like it was nothing, his facial expression however relaxed visibly. Now, that he knew exactly whom he was dealing with, he also knew exactly how to act to fulfill his duty to keep his sister, the heir to the von Gefallen hive safe.

 

Calmly stepping closer, he gave an acknowledging nod to 'Death' and said: "I will make sure she learns her place in the Hive, the von Gefallen family has a long, proven history of enforcing discipline." Turning towards Nightfeather now, Dämon leaned in slightly and spoke to her in a controlled whisper, "If you truly are from the guild, you must have heard the stories about my family, about what we do to assassins and spies, however... I can assure you that their punishment was far worse than you could ever imagine, as will be yours if you lack either discipline or respect." At first, his tone was soft and warm, almost as if he were talking to a friend, although that warmth never reached his eyes, who were cold and hard like jade. Then his voice changed to the equivalent of a surgical blade, driving the point home that he made no empty threat: "My sister risked her own live to save yours, if your actions ever again threaten as much as a single hair on her head, you will wish for a long, long time that you died here today."

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Alzira was shocked by the voice. Not so much be the voice itself- she already knew it by heart for she had tried to imitate it the whole event but for the fact that the speaker had noticed them now and this let her fear the Blue Lady knew something was afoot. But was it truly the Blue Lady? Could it be that an other imposter was at this party? But it hadn´t sounded fake. She thought about it. Could it be she had just heard Celeris? She would most certainly be familiar with her mother´s speaking patterns. and they were close to her supposed hiding place. Luckily Isirion had snapped out of his enraged state and was back to his contained self which meant she could ask him about her suspicion. He should know the real one from an act. To her the proposed meeting smelled of trap, but this could still help their endeavor.

 

While Alzira was pondering the conclusions of her surmise, Dämon had removed his gauntlet, mask and cloak and Isirion had addressed Nightfeather once more. The resulting attack happened so fast that Alzira feared the malfactor might get lucky this time. Just at the moment a scream had wanted to leave her lips, Isirion had foiled the assassin´s attempt again. In a strange way it wasn´t even a unexpected, they had been at each other´s throats since they had met. Finally Dämon took responsibility and  Alzira, keeping up the facade, confirmed his claim with a slight bow: "I appreciate your approach and since we both have to take care of matters I bid you farewell." Sappo, who still sat on her shoulder, still smouldering gave a short burst of flame in consent. All this human interaction unsettled him more than he liked to admit.

 

"Finally",Alzira thought and she linked arms with Isirion and asked him conversationally:"So, what do you think...", and she told him about her hunch.

 

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Isirion let himself be steered away from the two nobles and their not so obedient looking new disciple. Even through his dragon skin cloak he could feel the death-glares the assassin still gave them and that made him chuckle. When he and Alzira were out of earshot and back on track on the path to the tomb, he said: "I agree, that that had to be Celeris, but I don't think it is a trap. From the start this was supposed to be a test. We still have a chance to actually pass, if I don't run into anymore weirdos that remind me a little bit too much of Blackjade."

 

After a few minutes of quite silent walking, the tomb appeared before them. Hewn of blue-tinted stone and flanked by two majestic Royal Blues, it was a sight to behold even in the dark. Not so much the pint-sized, slightly grubby looking boy dressed in a self-made Golden Myth costume, who sat cross-legged on the left dragon and greeted them with a pip-squeak: "Halt travellers, none may approach my princess before facing me in honorable combat!" A very unlady-like snicker could be heard from atop the other dragon, but only a patch of darkness among more darkness could be seen...

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Alzira nodded thoughtfully at Isirion´s remark. She would remember this short episode for sure. Since they left their new aquaintances Sappo, as well as Isirion, had calmed down. In this new almost relaxed state they wandered towards the tomb. Alzira had to bite her lip not to snicker at the earnest young man in his costume. Such confident words needed a proper response. She whispered to her bodyguard: "Follow my lead and whatever you do, don´t hurt him." She then composed herself and answered in a most severe tone:" Greetings, oh mighty dragon warrior. Please state the rules of combat so we can pay respect to your most honourable lady."


Sappo eyed this scene with curious, almost shut eyes. Since they had left the other nobles he had stopped his flame and his dark silhouette was the only thing you could see of the Pygmy. He almost seemed to be a part of or rather a shadow of his keeper´s costume. There seemed to be a new game in progress.

 

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Another snicker could be heard from the darkness, and a moment later Pip spoke again, sounding one part indignant and two parts melodramatic: "Celi, for the love of dragons, can you please stop snickering? You are totally undermining my performance. With Pride gone, I am the only dragon-friendly entertainer left in this city. I have to make a good impression on as many nobles as I can." The patch of darkness seemed to suck in his words, weighing them and finally threw them back with a laugh: "Pip, you made a good impression on the only noble that counts today - on me. Lady Death will not forget your ingenuity, that prevented a tragedy. If you hadn't suggested I'd imitate my mother's voice to stop those idiots, this game would have been ruined." Sounding quite pleased with himself, Pip returned the flattery: "If not for your flawless performance, my plan would not have worked at all."

 

"And now for the grand finale", Celeris Phirestone's voice rang out like a funeral bell and suddenly the patch of darkness around her lifted as she pulled back her cloak and threw a Magelight Pygmy into the air. In it's light the secret behind her invisibilty was revealed. Her dark, silky cloak was made of dyed Shadow-Walker manes, that had allowed her to seemingly melt into the shadows. Beneath it, she wore an intricate black tunic made of finely tanned dragon leather with matching gloves, trousers and boots. Her face was hidden behind a gruesome mask, carved from the skull of a Black Marrow. Suddenly, two dragon-tooth-daggers appeared in her hands. She threw one of them to Pip and in unison they taunted the green Fire Gem lady and her Black Dragon bodyguard: "To prove your worth, you must take them from us."

 

All the while the children had clearly fun with their performance, Isirion looked like a nightmare even darker than Blackjade had come true. It was as if Pride had shrunk and multiplied and there were now two more like him - even worse, he had to play along with them. Unable or unwilling to hide his frustration, Isirion drew his bloodstained-blade and growled like an very ill-tempered Hellfire: "Taking them from the jaws of that Blue-Banded Dragon had been a worthy challenge, taking them from your cold, dead hands proves nothing. But if you insist..." The eyes beneath the Black Marrow and the Golden Wyvern mask grew big, and then, as if practiced a hundred times, both children jumped from their stone dragons and ran away in opposite directions. Only the Magelight stayed, floating above the tomb entrance, giving off a steady light and an occasional Celeris-like snickering...

 

In the mean-time inside the dragon stables at the Blue Mansion

 

Lifting Fingers high against the reinforced bars of the dragon cage, he just caught him unlocking, the Guardian demanded an explanation. Fingers explained at length and the Guardian couldn't believe his ears. He called over Ale, who also wouldn't believe his ears. Only when a Nilia and a Misfit Pygmy swooped down in their faces to help the ex-thief, they started to believe just a little bit, that the cowardly runaway from the fishermen's village had teamed up with the one that had maimed him to free the dragons trapped in the mansion. Now it was Finger's turn to ask why the two ex-Royal-Blues were standing guard in stolen Nebula armour over their own dragons. The Guardian quickly explained, how 'delivering' Aseto as the culprit who had burned down a Neb arena had gone awry and he had ended up as a 'present' to be guarded for the Blue Lady. After a lot more questions and answers, Fingers summed it all up: "So you two are also here to free all those dragons and with the keys you talked off the noble who hired you it will go a lot faster. The only problem is freeing Leal's swarm. We found where the Nilia are on display, but they have all been pinned through their wingbones on purpose so they can't fly away." The Guardian thought about the problem and the conclusion he came to was as practical as it was cruel: "Leave them. If only half of what I heard about the Blue Lady is true, those pygmys had not only their bones broken but their minds as well. They would jeopardize the resuce of the dragons that can still be saved." Leal hissed and gave the bear-like man the most reproachful look he had in his repertoire, but it was to no avail. The wine bottle-like human had at least the decency to look ashamed at the floor, but he too didn't lift a finger at the Nilia's plight. Hissing again, Leal took off to find the only human that had truly understood him and been willing to help.

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Alzira admired the cooperation between the kids. It was playful but with respect where it was due. The flawlessness of their cooperation suggested that they had known each other for a while now. She very much wanted to thank Pip for his ingenious idea to solve their previous conflict, but just as she thought about how to express her gratitude the game moved on. When she heard Isirion´s response to the challenge, horrorendous images crept up her spine but she reminded herself that she asked him to play along and since she had exagerated their introduction it was only right Isirion overdramatized his response to the challenge, or at least she hoped that was the case. Aaand the kids seemed to like it, like finally someone took them a bit more seriously and  bit less condescending.

 

How to proceed was the big question now. Should Isirion go for Celeris? She was his presumed daughter and considering her choice of costume and title "Lady Death" it would be the appropriate choice to get her attention and hopefully the dagger and her cooperation. She herself could go for Pip. Sappo could follow the boy in the dark easily and since he had trained with Leal he´d become quite adept in aimed fire and could stage a fight worthy of Pride´s arena and conquer the mighty dragon warrior and therefor gain the other dagger. She hoped for the boy´s love of dragons, theatrics and Sappo´s help to achieve this.

 

She turned to Isirion and relayed her plan.

 

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Still growling, because his frustration, if not his exaggerated death-threat, had been real, Isirion replied: "I agree, I'll hunt down Celeris while you two take down that runt from Pride's arena." Falling deathly silent, he switched into full predator mode and stalked after his prey, leaving Alzira and Sappo to follow an occasional golden glint between the now dimly Mage-lit trees.

 

It was soon clear that the children intended to turn 'Search' into their own glorified version of Hide & Seek. Every time Sappo came close to Pip's hiding place, a rustling could be heard and the boy stormed off to find another topiary to hide behind. Pip, for the first time after learning that his most favourite place in the world had burned down, was having real fun and so he forgot all about the 'honourable combat' and thoroughly enjoyed the running around like the child he was part.

 

Likewise, Celeris was hellbent on extending the fun game of leading the presumed noble with the awesome Death costume by the nose, but even with all her speed she could never get away more than a few yards before her pursuer caught up again. Oddly enough her shadow never tried to incapacitate her, only stuck close enough to not loose sight of her between the trees. It was as if he was more interested in the tricks she pulled in order to loose him than in actually catching her. That kind of treatment felt frustratingly familiar and so she slid to a stop and complained: "You are testing me. You are like my mother. You are no fun." Remembering at the last second that she was supposed to act diplomatic and all, Celeris added in her mother's voice and tone: "But I love your costume."

 

That stopped Isirion dead in his tracks. While testing his daughter's survival instincts he had intended to corral her in between himself and the back of the tomb, but now his head was filled with images of the veiled lady again. Of course his daughter used his distraction to disappear. Isirion grinned approvingly and gave chase. He was beginning to enjoy the game after all...

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At first Alzira was concerned about Isirion´s approach, that it might be too harsh but as she glimpsed him stalk his prey she noticed a rarely seen - for a loss of a better word - none-tenseness in him. Somehow he seemed to enjoy it and a small smile made its way to her face as she watched their game.

 

One of Sappo´s blast hit quite close to her and she was reminded apruptly that she still had to claim a dagger. She had already noticed that Pip was enjoying their game and tried to prolong it. But all good things must come to an end she told herself reluctantly because she too relished in the delight of the moment which was in a harsh contrast to her recent routine. She beckoned Sappo to her and instructed him to herd the boy to a niche of the building they were circling playfully for a time now. There she intended to corner the boy and go on with their quest.


Sappo liked this new challenge and he took flight again, circling the boy and with a few well aimed blasts he would made the boy turn in the right direction. The little dragon eyed Pip and decided if the boy was quick enough he would give him a bit more time until Alzira would close in. He puffed a few smoke rings into the air.

 

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Having never seen Sappo' improved blasts that varied their colour and range, Pip slowed down and gawked with a dreamy smile. Pride's vision-mode had surely rubbed off because he could already imagine an all-pygmy-performance with the Dark Myst as it's star. His stage name would be Dark Myth of course. Suddenly noticing that he had been driven back against one of the stone dragons flanking the tomb, the 'dragon warrior' brandished his tooth-dagger and valiantly charging at Sappo he proclaimed: "Fierce beast, you will not take me alive. Lady Death will avenge me and wear your skin for a scarf!"

 

Celeris on the other hand had no intentions of letting the game end so soon. Running close by like a whirlwind she shouted: "Lady Death will kill you herself if you let yourself be beaten by that shoulder accessory!" Isirion, who had been drawn entirely into his daughters game, laughed and taunted in hot pursuit: "You should worry about yourself with Death so close behind." Celeris sped up immediately, clearing bushes and low topiaries as if she was flying. This was so much more fun than learning boring words and noble demeanor. Weaving around the obstacles himself, Isirion increased his running speed enough to overtake his daughter to once again try to coral her back towards the tomb. He figured it was about time that the difference in their build took it's toll on her stamina. Breathing hard Celeris tried to keep enough distance to choose her flight path, but soon enough she also found herself with her back against a stone dragon. Isirion changed his stance and approached her like a person instead of prey and growled in his most menacing voice: "You have nowhere left to run. Give me that dagger or I'll skin your friend and wear him as a scarf."

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Sappo grinned, he liked the tile of "Fierce Beast". He let loose a few well aimed fire balls, slightly different in colour to distract the young warrior. Nevertheless he didn´t forget to evade the oncoming attack. With a slight wingbeat he changed his flightpath and dived elegantly under Pip´s arm, then rolled and changed direction and rose behind the boy´s back. There he hovered for a short second and landed as he had done so similarily for a thousand times, only difference was the spot he chose. He quit his flame. The brave Dragon Warrior who charged so valiantly was outmanoeuvered and in a dire situation now, for the enemy was at his back, or was he? The boy turned around but he couldn´t see his nemesis.

 

Alzira was closing in, watching the fight Sappo had arranged for Pip. She was sure both enjoyed this elaborate fight, as it looked spectacular. It was like fireworks illuminated an epic last stand, including quick stabs, swift dodges and daredevil attacks but finally the dragon started his fiercest move. It was simply awe inspiring. She instantly recognized it. Knewing how it would end she hurried towards the boy so she wouldn´t miss her opportunity and commanded."Yield, young warrior! You fought valiantly and you brought honour to your lady. I think we showed you our worth, now show yours by transferring the dagger."

 

Pip was taken aback, yes the fight had been glorious, worth of any stage he could think of, but defeat? He almost shook his  head in denial, just at the beginning of the movement he noticed something too dark in the corner of his eye. Now fully turning his head he was almost eye to eye with the Dark Myst Pygmy. Sappo slightly showed his teeth in a grin, no fire smoldering there, but he wouldn´t need it at this distance any way. Pip was overwhelmed, what a magnificent dragon! He hadn´t noticed the additional weight of the dragon due to his soft landing at all. Realising the consequences had this been a fight for real made him gulp, but nevertheless, what a fight this had been! Therefore the noble lady  and her pygmy had rightfully earned the dagger.

 

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Both cornered kids seemed to share a meaningful glance, then they bowed towards the presumed nobles that had spendidly gone along with their performance. As one they handed over the daggers and chorused: "You have shown strength, honour and resourcefulness using your dragon and the terrain like that. You have earned those daggers and a drink!" At the last words Pip and Celeris whistled and the Magelight came to them at once bearing two glasses and a bottle of Vine. The Phirestone heir took everything, filled both glasses and offered one to Isirion who nonchalantly passed it to Alzira. Celeris probably raised an eyebrow or two under her Black Marrow mask, but said nothing and clinked glasses with the green Fire Gem lady instead.

 

*clink*

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The moment the Magelight Pygmy arrived with the beverage Alzira´s eyes were checking the bottle top but it seemed still sealed. She was quite sure this beverage hadn´t been tampered with. Silly her, offering an already opened wine, especially Vine would be an affront to any guest, but still she couldn´t shake the uneasiness. She thought about their intended poison attempt and how far Felicia could be, but she hadn´t noticed her anywhere yet and their original distribution idea was more hands-on. She pushed her doubts aside, took the offered glass gracefully and clinked it with the young lady. She took a sip and prayed that her conclusions were not off.

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As Alzira reluctantly drank from the glass of Vine, two pairs of blue eyes watched her intently. Isirion watched out for any sign of poisoning, while Celeris seemed focused on the fake-clawed fire-gem gloves. Only Pip paid no interest to the beverage and tried to befriend Sappo instead by offering him some sort of spiced meat, no doubtly swiped from the noble's buffet. When it was her turn to drink, Celeris called the Magelight to action just as she raised the glass towards her lips. With a bright flash the glass was suddenly empty and the space behind the Phirestone heir became mysteriously wet. Interestingly enough the wet space shot reproachful glances and flew straight at Isirion revealing itself to be an indignant Nilia Pygmy. Leal started squeaking and found himself snatched from the air in a splitsecond, followed by a quick inspection for any messages. Finding none, Isirion tried to interpret Leal's continous, desperate sounding squeaks. His apparent dragon mishandling earned him a few mumbled choice words from Pip and an icy stare from Celeris. Ignoring them both, Isirion concentrated to get the gist of Leal's predicament. About a minute later he bowed slightly towards Alzira and offered a slightly redacted translation: "My lady, this messenger pygmy seems to have flown too close to one of those dragon displays our host favours. He got spooked or shooed away and most likely lost his message there and then. Should I go back and search for the message in case it's important?"

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Alzira was intensely aware that she was being watched taking a sip. The flash rattled her but nevertheless she managed to keep the glass calmly in her hand and look as if she enjoyed this rare treat. Since Isirion didn´t behave any more alarmingly than usual she even relaxed a bit. Now that was over she noticed that not her drinking but her costume and Sappo were the centre of attention. She scolded herself internally for not realising that the kids weren´t assassins in the making, at least not yet. They were children, surely with a lot of power, but still with a strong interest in play and dragons. Leal´s sudden appearance and especially Isirion´s seemingly harsh search made their love for dragons even more visible.

 

When Isirion told her about Leal´s predicament she simply answered "Please do. I hope it´s good news" In fact she was curious if it was a message of Felicia. She hadn´t seen her since the beginning of the event. It would be good to know what she was up to.

 

In the meantime Sappo had returned to her shoulder, still munching on a bit of meat. She turned towards the kids again, pulled a few short twigs from her sleeve and asked: "Do you want to see the little one play match? Maybe your Magelight wants to play too?"

 

 

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