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ASTER NOLS - Harrow's Keep

“Back. Back off, now!

Cordoning off the Keep on both the North and South entrances had been a near impossible task. Thank the Goddess she remembered to take along her House crest, and that there were sensible people willing to take her advice and NOT jump into the hole of destruction. A few of the burlier ones sent to the other side and form a barrier had been enough.

Her luck held out and the stolen town was returned.

Not without its own flavor of terror though. Aster wasn’t fortunate enough to be looking away this time, she and Keater both getting blasted away from the crater.

Stongeing…! she gasped.

Bright spots seared into the darkness of her vision. She felt the ground blindly, then rubbed at her useless eyes as she heard the unmistakable sound of… buildings. Human cries and crashing debris. Some of it was around her but most was in the direction of the former crater. She felt herself shake in relief.

“Keater, baby,” she called hoarsely, “Get yer ass up, c’mon.”

People were streaming into the town and there was no point in even trying to stop them now, not in this state with the world still blurred and fuzzy. She needed to be there too. The reins snapped and Keater burst forward. He’d avoid what needed to be avoided. Human cries and crashing debris. Corpses. Ruins. The ambient scent of fruit and grilled meat was near gone, murky with the cloying stench of something she had only a cursory relationship with. It reminded her of the pit behind the abattoir.

By the tomes, she needed to puke. What the hell was this?

Keater slowed to a stop for her to catch her breath. On the ground, disaster. The skies were the same, save for a single distinctive form. A stark white wyvern. Aelious. By the tomes, he’d made it. He had his own destination by the looks of it, and as much as Aster needed a familiar face right now, they weren’t going to be speaking anytime soon.

She lifted a fist and shouted a piercing “Cooee!”

A traditional cry originating in the deep South, used by old travelers to attract attention from sometimes kilometres away in good locations. There was no guarantee that he’d recognize it, or even hear it, but it felt right to offer something in the moment. Before she headed into the heart of the chaos.

Most of the tower guards were dead or incapacitated, those still able to operate persuaded with a flash of her crest as she rode Keater right into the Great Hall. There was a heaviness in there. Only a few individuals, functioning ones anyway, remained. A white-haired young man. Aureolin. A blonde child. Older than Carrey. Ruel Immolis.

On the floor, a large man in an infamous set of armor, wading in a pool of his own blood. Aster turned away quickly. No, nonono, stop. Just focus on her job. Just one thing. The continent-wide implications of that blood were too much of a distraction.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured to the surviving lords, unsure of what she was apologizing for. “Keater, watch 'em.”

He responded with a snort of the nostrils and turned his incredulous gaze to the boy. Aster set off to the easiest place to climb, shouting Esmerelda’s name as loudly as she could.
MACKENZIE LI - Lakewood High
Friday, 13 September 2029 - 11:15 am




ASTER NOLS - Jin Ranges

Aster had risen at seven, something of a luxury in her line of work. Breakfast was purchased from the market, along with a handful of snacks for her and Keater. She'd taken the heir's information into account after all, and rescheduled her mountain expedition forward a day. A two night trip with all her equipment and Keater in tow, just short enough to avoid Esmerelda's ire.

(What could she say? Aster liked to live on the edge.)

The lodge, originally a wartime outpost or homestead or something of that sort, was a mere half-hour's canter up Mount Hirsen. It was a must-see checkpoint for all aspiring mountaineers, thanks to the lookout it boasted over the town of Harrow's Keep. Once they were done, they were encouraged to grab a drink or hot meal inside.

Unfortunately for Aster, it was a recommendation many people acted upon, including herself, for now she was stuck listening to these asshats beside her spreading completely inaccurate anecdotes about Seleran crawfish.

"Three on the same leg? Bullshit. There's plenty of weird gunk in the water but octo-yabbies are too far."

"I swear. On Anais' name," the group's leader smirked. It was promise with the sturdiness of a toothpick. A solemn hand thumped at his chest. "If it isn't everything I said, may lightning strike me d--"

Her vision flashed black and white. Shadows scorched themselves across the room, across the diners' faces, as if the sun itself had dropped right outside the lodge's windows. But it was only for a second.

"--ead?"

Thunder. Impact. The mountain seemed to lurch and its inhabitants swayed haplessly with its motion. Glassware crashed by the kitchen. A waiter stumbled over his feet, splattering braised meat from his tray. The table jerked towards Aster and with one effective strike, winded her with its round edge. She wheezed.

Chaos. Then silence.

"Stongein'..." she hissed. There was spilt beer inching its way down her pants. Everyone else was in similar states of disarray, helping each other to their feet.

Silence, then muttering, then shouting from behind the door. Alarm.

She shoved outside with the rest of them.

She saw destruction.

There was a hole. There was nothing instead of something. Harrow's Keep was a crater, a polished spot in the dirt where there should have been life.

Everything was still. Beside her, someone wailed. Aster said nothing. Took a step back.

What was one to do when confronted with the impossible? What words to say, what actions were there to take? She exhaled. She said nothing but the mathematician within her was riled. Measurements and disjointed statistics rattled off at the back of her head. Demographics, lists. Names. Faces.

Conversations.

Aster's breathing became strained. Where'd they all go?

A blankness overcame her, emptiness she knew to not perceive as 'calm' but merely 'coping'. The numbers drained away and the only thing she was left with was the need, the mission, to get down there.

"Keater," she said hoarsely. Another step back. "Keater, baby, we gotta go!" She practically threw herself towards the hitching rail. Muscle memory guided her hands over the reins. "C'mon!"

An urgent bray and the beast was off, down the mountain path to where the southern gate should have been. Others had seen the crater first, left with haste, but Aster would overtake them. Keater was one of the finest steeds on the continent, the pinnacle of a breed only the likes of nobility could afford. He would carry her down with a speed and safety that would rival his airborne counterparts.

Other details would come to mind as she descended. The crater that was a section of a perfect sphere. The lack of man made debris. Not an explosion, not what she initially believed.

Not destruction. Deletion.

She'd try to process the logistics to distract from the sheer loss she was rushing towards, the devastation that would follow. She'd feel dread plunge deeper into her heart every time Keater hit the ground and she'd get there first because she knew more than anyone what was at stake.

She knew that if all those nobles were truly gone then Croania might as well have disappeared with them.
MACKENZIE LI - Li Residence
Monday, 9 September 2029 - Before School




MACKENZIE and SAVANNAH - Lakewood High
Monday, 9 September 2029 - After School
Collab with @Bubsy 2




MACKENZIE and SANDY - Lakewood High
Tuesday, 10 September 2029 - Lunchtime
Collab with @ERode




MACKENZIE and LEAH - The Foxhole
Thursday, 12 September 2029 - After School
Collab with @Lasrever

GEN HOUJOU


First the thug girl hurtling off somewhere. Then Gojira. The alarm was obnoxious, hard to miss, and quite frankly, rather concerning. Gen’s pleasant façade cracked for a moment as his eyes followed. They told the whole story.

Disgust, wariness. Fear. He didn’t want to be here.

In no world did an alarm strapped to a person mean good news. Same for the subsequent reaction of stumbling away from potential casualties. Gen was reminded all too clearly of why he wanted to stay away in the first place. Surely his wellbeing was more important than placating these loose cannons. Yes, yes it was. He made a silent apology to the Houjou code and decided to take his leave then and there. He just had to disengage from this new girl’s small talk first.

His focus flickered back just in time to catch Cara responding with, “Zachariah is not enrolled in any English classes.”

Oh. Was that bad? That wasn’t going to cause any problems was it? He wasn’t sure if it even mattered at this point.

“<Is that something to worry about?>” he cast his gaze in Gojira’s direction. “<Does he need help?>”
GEN HOUJOU


"Welcome to the party, Gen. If you're having trouble translating, Cara can help you with that. She's an amazing translator. Nothing like that Google Translate bullshit."

Cara can what now? Realisation slowly dawned.

A-Ah. Sou desu ne.

His smile widened reflexively as he felt his soul crumble and reform a million times over. A meek nod and he pulled out his own phone.

“<Looks like we’ll be spending a lot more time together, Cara-san.>”

He wanted to cry.

“<It will be my pleasure to facilitate your many future conversations.>”

Were robotic voices capable of smugness? Cara was a rather advanced program, her capacity for bullshittery was likely much higher than the average supercomputer. The ‘mexican sake’ shoved at him by the thug girl – tequila, it was most definitely tequila – was starting to look very welcoming now.

"So, what brought you two to this side of the woods?"

Crippling isolation. A naggy robot.

“<I thought a momentary change of pace would be pleasant,>” he shrugged stiffly, Cara repeating it in English for him.
ASTER NOLS with ELISE DALRIS - Harrow's Keep: In Town

Collab with @Aviaire

For Miro, exotic jams. There were a range of peppered ones on the third lane, he was sure to enjoy it.

For Leesa, seeds from north of the range. To sate her completionist tendencies rather than whatever fascination she held for the region, Aster assumed. Or hoped, at least.

For Pa… um. Businessmen liked pens, didn’t they? There were some nice pens around here somewhere. All glossy and professional-like.

And for Carrey.

Aster dragged the last piece of meat from the skewer, flavor and texture barely registering. The object of her focus lay on a cushion before her, the centerpiece of a craftsman’s stall. A ball-jointed wyvern posed stoically. Two hand spans from the snout to the tip of the tail, Aster guessed. Exquisitely carved and polished.

“Taking a hard look, aren’tcha?” the stall-owner drawled.

A shrug. “Sure. How ‘bout that lad in the middle there?”

“Twenty-five middlers.”

Twen— Hah!”

Aster threw her head back and guffawed. Quite obnoxiously.

The street was packed with people, which was no surprise. What was unusual was the commotion from higher up, that was slowly making its way down to Aster. Up the street was the approaching figure of Elise Dalris, laughing maniacally as she ran through the crowds. It awkwardly parted for her, causing people to crash into each other and spill whatever they were holding. She didn’t really seem to care.
It wasn’t long before she was even closer. She was holding her trailing dress off of the ground, revealing her heels that she shouldn’t be able to run in - but she was. Elise spotted Aster, and called out. “Oh! Miss Esmerelda! How wonderful to see you, why, it’s been-”

She stopped much nearer. She walked down to Aster, frowning a little. “You look… very young, don’t you? Oh, you’ve got to tell me what you use for your skin. Especially since Nols is so sunny!” She paused. She looked around. “Uh, you are Miss Esmerelda, aren’t you?”

Aster’s mouth clamped shut at the noble. The noble approaching her. The noble approaching her at a very alarming speed-- Goddess, have mercy!

She felt the disapproving specter of her father’s hand shove her head into a stiff bow.

“N-Not at all, m’lady. I’m--I am Aster Nols of the Ethra Company,” she declared, watching her speech now. And from this position, watching the noble’s footwear too. Gosh, she sped here in those cloppers?

Not important, Aster. The noble made a request.

“And, far as I can… recollect, Esme--Lady Esmerelda uses one of Kiehl’s herbal concoctions. It’s the region’s leading parfumerie. They’re making plans to expand to Granis mid-Brilia.”

“Ethra… oh, I know what that is,” Elise replied, looking thoroughly confused. “A Nols branch, I presume, how quaint! To bring the family… I should’ve done that too. Though House Aureolin is close enough. What inspired her to bring you along, I wonder?”

As she spoke, Elise glanced up the street she had just raced down, eyes darting back and forth. She looked a little jumpy, tapping her fingers against her waist impatiently.

“Bring along?” Aster must really not have looked the part of a noble’s entourage. Which was kind of the point. Whatever. “Oh, no, I’m here at P--my father’s request.”

“Well, that’s just…” Elise trailed off, sounding distracted. “Here, of all places? Surely you have something to do with Miss Esmerelda. Why, my own branch family would never come near me without good reason. I suppose my natural superiority must intimidate them, yes - but it’s not as she’s any more meek than I am!”

“Ahah. Hah. Yes.” Aster attempted a laugh. That was a joke she was making, right? Aster learnt that the key to shooting the breeze with nobility was to just lean into the flow and agree with whatever they were saying, so… “Ayup, Esmerelda can be a real cow sometimes!”

Elise quirked an eyebrow. She looked rather amused. “Oh, but that’s-” she stopped. “Well, Miss Est- Aster, it’s been a real pleasure, but uh, I was just wondering if we could take this chat somewhere else? Why, this street sure is… crowded.”

“You want to… w-with me?”

This was starting to become a difficult position. The noblewoman - Dalris, Aster remembered her picture in the newspaper now - was absolutely right about being intimidating, as if her mere status wasn’t enough trouble for the drover. As much as she desperately wanted to scamper away, there was no way Aster was permitted to refuse a superior. Pa would have her head if she did it for no good reason.

“Oh, that’d be swell--uh, lovely, but I was just in the middle of…”

She turned back to the stall-owner, who was now bearing his ultimate customer service face at the two women. What on Teliv was this guy so cheery for?

“Nobility! If I’d known earlier… oh, dear Goddess!” He grabbed the wyvern and practically shoved it to Aster. “Here, eighty percent discount. No, just take it!”

Damn you, craftsman.

“Gee. Thanks.” She dropped a handful of middlers on the wyvern’s former perch and tried not to look too disappointed when she turned back to Dalris. “I s’pose my shopping is done. Did you have a place in mind, Lady?”

Elise reached for Aster’s wrist and pointed at an alley a little further down the street. “Come on now. Quickly!”

"W-Whatever you wish--woah!"

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Elise gave Aster a harsh tug before she started running again. Slower than before, but still very quickly. When they rounded the corner, Elise’s bodyguard, Leras, could be seen shoving through the crowds and calling out her name. Elise was cackling.

Into the alley they went, past a bin where someone was making bird noises, left, right, left, and so on. They eventually stopped near the edge of the keep, near some houses. Elise wasn’t out of breath at all. She was still laughing. “Oh, Miss Leras really is a prude. A lady must have fun from time to time - stress is awful for your skin, you know.” She released Aster and kicked at a stone on the ground. “Who cares about safety when you’re in a place like this? Why, if I didn’t have complete faith in the tower’s security, I wouldn’t be here.” From where they were, the tower was fully visible. “You still haven’t told me why you’re here, have you? My, my.”

Aster was still panting from the sprint. She could see the Keep's outer wall from here. How far had they run?

"I… I'm not sure what you mean. Pa--my father sent me here to drive the Lady's carriage to the rail station once the talks are done."

Elise scoffed, continuing to walk around, motioning for Aster to follow her. She had no idea where she was. “Rail stations… oh, those barbaric things.” There were fewer people here, but still quite a few. A couple came down the street, one of them complaining loudly about beastmen. Others were scattered around, having their own conversations. Elise continued. “How typical of House Nols. Surely, they are insecure of their position, and-”

She whipped her head around to look at Aster. “Say, what has your… Ethra Company been up to lately?”

These questions were starting to pile up. “Well, my father is home, preparing for the Solstice Ball. Leesa’s been setting up a scholarship program with Teglo. Solaris’ cattle routes are almost finalised and I can pretty much say the same for the new naval routes… Speaking of which, Seler was supposed to send a response weeks ago… Ah, I s’pose we’ll have to wait a bit longer with everything going on.”

Aster seemed lost in thought before finishing her report. “The Ethra Company does publish a bi-annual newsletter, i-if you’re interested in that.”

“Don’t worry, there’ll be nothing in there I don’t already know.” Elise swatted her hand. “How ordinary you are! Truly, it’s adorable. That’s just how commoners are, isn’t it? At least you’ve got the Nols name going for you.”

Ahead of them, there seemed to be quite the commotion. “Oh? What’s this?” Elise said. “This doesn’t seem like the kind of place where much happens, does it?” It was a little ways off, but she craned her neck in an attempt to see what was going on. Judging from her expression, she couldn’t tell.

Any semblance of courtesy from Aster was rapidly diminishing. Insecure? Ordinary? Adorable? See, this - this was what always happened with these types.

“What can I say?” Her cheeks felt strained. Commoners.

The Lady did make a point. It seemed quite the ruckus for a small town. Aster marched forward to take a look, not waiting for Dalris to follow.

Elise hummed indignantly, following up soon after. A group of people were crowded around something but it was easy enough to see through. In the center of the crowd were two men - one holding the other by his shirt, screaming at him. Scathing words accompanied by spit.

“You hear me, you disgusting piece of shit! Don’t ever get near my wife again, I tell you!”

The other man replied in a calmer voice. “Sir, I was just asking her a question-”

“Don’t you talk like that to me, you damned beastman,” the angry man screeched. He wasn’t wrong - the man he was holding was evidently not human. His light clothing revealed feathery patches on his body, combinations of yellow and orange. Upon a closer look, these were accompanied by sharp claws, talons, and even teeth. Among the crowd of Croanians, he looked sorely out of place. “I know what your kind do!”

Aster grimaced. She was no stranger to spats like these, isolation could do pull all sorts of tricks on outdoorsmen like her and her team. There was little excuse here. The man was a loon for making such a scene and the beastman made a mistake coming here. Should have known better, should’ve known how people treated animals like him here.

Hm. That wasn’t true. Even animals were appreciated more than this.

“What a mess.” Aster clicked her tongue, unmoving.

The crowd jeered. The beastman grimaced. “If you’ll let me go, sir, I’ll be on my way. I swear to you, I’ll leave shortly.”

“Why, you…” the man hissed. He released the other man only to punch him across the face. Cheers filled the street. A woman stepped forward, tentatively placing a hand on the man’s shoulder. “Dear, let’s...” She attempted to diffuse the situation, but she seemed more concerned for her husband than for the beastman.

He shrugged her off. “Not now, Aima. You gonna fight me, huh? Or you gonna take it like a coward? You’re gonna wish you never came here, bastard!”

Elise yawned. “Oh, how irritating. Picking fights in the middle of the street? Why, it’s best to just ignore that kind, isn’t it?” She stood a few metres away from the crowd, watching what was unfolding on her tiptoes. She seemed unwilling to come any closer.

“Aye,” Aster frowned, wincing at the sound of the impact. “What’re you going to do?”

Fights were inevitable but pummeling anything while they were down was a whole different matter.

“Nothing, of course. These kind of things tend to end themselves.” The corners of Elise’s lips turned up. “If you want to intervene, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, that would be.... yes, entertaining.”

The man punched the beastman again. “Speak up, bastard! I can’t hear you!”

The beastman scowled. He was sounding more and more agitated as he continued speaking. “Please listen to me, I’m looking for my sister and she-”

Another hit. Elise hummed a tune to herself. Aster’s eyes widened. The beastman recoiled, choking.

“Don’t lie! You motherfucker! Everyone knows beastmen don’t have families! I bet you just wanna take advantage of us and then… and then rob us, bastard!” Everyone else seemed to agree with that, as far reached as it might be.

That beastman was going to end up dead soon. Aster rolled her shoulders. “Hmph. If it’s entertainment the Lady is after…”

She’d give her a show. The drover shoved her way forward and bellowed airily. It was the same tone she used to direct her men across the thousands of miles that spanned Croania. “Gosh, what a sight! I’ve roamed all over, from Seler to Aureolin, and let me tell ya, I have never - never! - seen balls the size of yours, good man.”

She slapped a hearty hand on the aggressor’s shoulder. Confidence and unearned familiarity.

“The reins’ve really slackened in Eckels’ musty hands, eh? Look at y’all squabbling like monkeys in an open street. In front of nobility, no less!”

Aster took a meaningful glance at the towering woman.

“How… What was that word from before, Lady Dalris? Irritating? Naw.”

She turned back to the man and smiled like she was looking at a child eating paint.

“Adorable.”

The crowd shrunk back at Aster’s words, parting ever so slightly until the man was face to face with Elise. She grinned and gave them a small wave. Murmurs rippled around before the crowd began to dissipate. People muttered farewells to each other and awkwardly shuffled away. The man looked furious. Before the last of the crowd had disbanded, he turned back to the beastman in an attempt to get one last blow in.

He missed. The beastmen easily dodged it. “Go home,” he said. His voice was cool yet filled with anger. “My Lady… I don’t have the time for this…” Giving a grateful nod to Aster, he scurried off, only to be caught by Elise. She looked at the place where she had grabbed his shirt with mild disgust, though her cheerful expression soon returned.

“Oh, but could you spare some time for another lady?” she said. “I don’t think I’ve met one of your kind before! Why, it would be rude to leave so soon, correct?” Elise released him. He made no attempt to leave, but he gritted his teeth. “Well, why don’t you introduce yourself, Miss Aster?”

"Aster Nols. Ethra Company," she responded, still wary though she was no longer in danger of soiling herself. How long was this ordeal going to take?

“Wonderful. Elise Dalris myself, though I’m sure you knew that already. As for you?”

The beastman shuffled. “...Ephraim. You know, I really should go, I really really need to find my sister.”

“Better to let him go, Lady. Wouldn’t want you spotted fraternising with a beastman.”

Elise frowned. “Oh, that’s right, isn’t it? I’d almost forgotten.” She squinted a little, tilting her head. “He almost looks like a human if you look at him at the right angle.” She held her hand up in front of her face. “Isn’t that fun?” She spoke slowly, as if to draw out the conversation out for as long as she could. She was enjoying it, too.

The beastman frowned. “Thank you very much for your help, Lady Nols. Lady… Dalris,” he added. He continued speaking, much faster than Elise was. He looked like he was getting ready to run somewhere. “If I might… in case you happen to come across my sister - Euphemia, she is - if it wouldn’t be too much of a problem, take her to the house right next to the keep gate, then I’ll be out of-”

“Elise!” The woman in question froze up. The voice of her bodyguard called out, and she knew for sure she was caught. She’d spent so much time watching the fight and agitating the beastman that Leras had caught up. She turned stiffly. Ephraim mumbled another thanks to Aster and bolted before Elise got the chance to turn around. She looked most displeased.

Leras rushed up to Elise, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Eli- Lady- Miss Dalris,” she settled on. “What were you thinking? I can’t believe you! Who is this woman? For all you know, she’s taking you home so that she can-”

Elise pushed Leras off of herself. “You’ve ruined the fun,” she whined. “I was having such a brilliant time.”

“Fraternising with suspicious folk is not fun. That’s how you get killed!” They both turned to Aster.

“Oh, Miss Aster isn’t suspicious. Right?” Elise said.

The blonde's frown twitched.

“No, no.” Aster rolled her eyes. “I was definitely about to take you home to do… whatever you were saying. Ayup.”

Leras grabbed onto Elise’s wrist with narrowed eyes. “That’s what they all say. Next thing you know you’re taking them to House Immolis for the chopping block.”

“You know, you really are overreacting! Me and Miss Aster were just having the most wonderful time.”

A harsh tug, and Leras began to lead the taller woman off. As they started walking, she turned and spoke to Aster. “Stay out of trouble,” she said. “And I better not see you around Miss Dalris again, got it? She’s troublesome enough on her own…” Off the two went. Elise gave Aster a smirk before she returned to whining at Leras. The bodyguard seemed to be used to Elise’s antics. And then Aster was left alone. The drover gave a small wave, out of courtesy rather than interest, and remarked to no one.

“She’s not even my type.”
GEN HOUJOU


"Fish! Splish splash your ass over here."

Who was to do what now? The nickname struck a chord of terror through him, and it was with great despair that he turned to face his addresser. Terrible idea, but force of habit practically forced his body around for him. Goddamn Houjou manners.

Ah. Damn his luck.

He plastered a polite smile onto his face, though to anyone else it probably looked like he was holding in a bowel movement, and stiffly obeyed. Better to indulge the thug’s demands than end up as a pile of ash.

Gen felt his lower lip wobble.

Of course Gojira was there. The She-Hulk. Vandal. Two other girls he’d glimpsed in the college area halls from time to time. Why weren’t they running while they had the opportunity? Why wasn’t he?!

“<Goddamn. Houjou. Manners.>” He muttered to himself pleasantly, through aching teeth.

Just one hour. He was supposed to just stand around here, reading, without having to talk to anyone. And now he was—

A lightbulb went off.

There was a way to weasel out of this. He’d still have to talk to them, but that didn’t mean he had to speak with them.

Gen steeled himself as he stood before them.

“He… Hello,” he said, playing up his accent as much as he could.

His speech was hesitant, as if he was double checking every word. Foreign student act was a-go.

“My name is… Gen. My Engli— My English name is Zack. Nice to… meet you.”

He bowed lightly.
ASTER NOLS - Harrow's Keep: Stables

They were always in the corner of her eye when she wandered through Harrow’s Keep. The way the roads were paved. Foreign metals sprouting on the sides of the street, like weeds. Inelegant.

“Streetlights,” the innkeeper had drawled, her first time here, “like the Northerners. You know.”

The drover felt her mouth crease like back then.

The town reminded her of her cousin. It was a charming little thing, proud of its lineage and its role to play in the decades to come. You could gauge its significance at a glance, which explained the tension it always invoked in her, the invisible politics telling her to stay away. It was always the politics, wasn’t it? She was lucky that last job involved a detour around a bridge undergoing repairs. Five thousand sheep, a dozen horses and some good, sturdy stockmen made far better company than Esmerelda’s entourage ever could. Sheep never made a fuss without good reason, unlike her own species.

Case in point.

“No, no, no. Not today. Please, you can’t take this from me.”

Ulrich had planted himself between the woman and the drafthorses, face red. She tilted her head.

“Ummm… thing is, bud, I can? I’m doing that now.” She stuck her thumb out to behind her. “Better git soon.”

“The Nols Principal Driver was my post. Galryn came to me persona—"

“Aye, but y’know how it is.” Whoops, she hadn’t meant to cut him off. Ah well. “Pa’s orders.”

Ulrich was grinding his teeth, the movement of his beard made it evident. Like a goat. This was taking an awful long time for such a minor job swap.

“M’lady.” Oh, gosh. “I implore you. The driver of Esmerelda Nols' stagecoach. This is the most prestigious assignment I will ever get in this lifetime.”

'Prestigious'? Ah, that's what it was. Finally, she understood his resistance to her. After all, Ulrich was originally a humble cargo driver from a humble clan of horse breeders. He must have been waiting all these years for the chance to get close to House Nols and climb society’s ranks…

…of stagecoach drivers!

“Hm.” Gosh, why hadn’t she realised sooner? There were so many jobs she could have had reassigned to him. “Well, I’m going to make sure Pa hears of our exchange. Don’t worry, Ulrich. I hear Solaris has many jobs fer men like you.”

Remembering what her father scolded into her about ‘effective leadership’ and 'positive reinforcement', she flashed a smile. Ulrich paled.

“A-Are you letting me go?”

“ ‘f course.” She needed to let him go and return to the capital and speak with father about it. Procuring a secure relationship with the new territory was a worthy project for Ulrich. “I’ve no need fer you.”

“But… my family. O-Our stables…” he quivered. Was he that excited? What did they have to do with anything? “Where am I supposed to go?”

“…The gate past the tailor’s? Once yer outside the walls, take the left at Ilvan’s Fork and the rail station will be just a few miles down the road. Safe travels, man.”

"I've served you for so long…"

"I'm well aware."

For an aspiring stagecoach driver, he didn’t seem to be very good with directions. The man was silent, stunned. Once again, from the excitement and anticipation of an evolving career, she presumed. Gosh, she was such a good boss.

“I…” he whispered. Choking back emotion? “I won’t forget this, Nols.”

Her smile only widened. Yes, her gracious conduct would be well-regarded. “I sure hope not.”

His face twisted, and he hurried out. She swore she could hear sobbing – those were tears of happiness, right? – but did not get a chance to dwell on her own magnanimity before a Tower guard darkened the stable’s entrance.

“Pardon the intrusion. Some servants in the courtyard alerted me to a commotion in here. A loud argument?”

She chuckled. “Oh, dear me, no. No quarrels here.”

The guard frowned and glanced back at Ulrich’s figure in the growing distance. “That man—"

“Yer overseeing the Tower, aren’t you?”

Whoops, she cut someone off again. The guard snapped her attention back to the drover and nodded.

“Yes. The security for the talks is collaborative effort by House Young and—”

“Ah, perfect!” Gosh, again. At least it explained the metal contraption strapped to the guard’s hip. It resembled a mangled silver trumpet more than a weapon to her. She rattled through her rucksack and pulled out a crumpled envelope, sticking it out to the guard. “This is for Esmerelda.”

“Lady Nols,” she confirmed, likely to herself. The refined seal on the back gave her pause. “Do you have authority within the House?”

“Of a sort.” She did a two-finger salute then used the same hand to tap at a badge on her lapel. “Nols Principal Driver, at yer service. You can tell ‘er I just rolled into town. Aster Nols of the Ethra Company.”

“…I see. Are you lodging with the House Nols’ entourage?”

“Not at all,” Aster chirped. Now that her errand was run, she adjusted her rucksack and began heading to the exit. “If she asks to see me, you tell ‘er I’m…”

She thought about it, lips pursed with the effort.

“Just tell ‘er I’m around. I doubt she'll make you go through the trouble anyway. Well appreciated, guard!”

With that, Aster Nols moseyed on out and embarked on the start of her Harrow’s Keep vacation.
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