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Ardasa marveled at the mighty creatures that towered over the road. They were amazing beasts, long-necked and regal, and even as they thrashed against the pull of their handlers, they kept a royal air about them. She reached out with a nervous claw. How wondrous it would be if she could stroke its head! She didn't even hear Ternoc as he spoke, so enraptured was she in the beast. A dracon's hand slapped hers away from the snarling creature, belonging to the sirrush's handler. He shook his head sternly at her, then returned his focus to his work. Ardasa sighed, and went to join the Grand Prince.

Ardasa's entourage was not much indeed. The entirety of it could fit in the carriage, and none of them were very close to her or reach other. The journey was mostly silent, with the occasional spark of conversation. Mostly, they were all content to look out the windows and watch the scenery go by. The entirety of her companions were three. One, a chaplain for the Hekaga legion. Two, a strategist to discuss new tactics with Rebat. Three, a scholar to visit the ancient library and make notes.

At the gate, Ardasa waved them away to their respective duties. She was alone in front of the palace gates. She entered, gazing up at the roof which seemed too far away. Then, she sat herself down at the grand table, in a seat closest to the red-cushioned one. She figured the best place for negotiating was nearest to the negotiators.

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Sigrid squinted, and now she could see the vague outlining of her new acquaintance Mildemaer. Ye Gods, had her eyesight always been this poor? Her face shifted in and out of focus, as did the rest of her vision. Then, the headaches began. Sigrid was about to answer when it struck, and instead of words, all that came out of her was a pathetic mewl. She doubled over, clutching her head. Her broth returned the way it had gone down, spilling across the wooden flooring. "I'm sick . . . I'm . . . " she moaned, afraid that she would spit more bile.

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"Well, we're not going to do the negotiating here, are we?" Ardasa said, turning her head to look back at the crowds. They were rather poor, true, but they at least looked excited to see her. Or, at least, her worg-ridden carriage. "Go on then, Your . . . Might? Is that how you're styled? Lead on to the palace." Rebat approached behind them, and bowed to each of the two autocrats.

"I and my force shall assist in keeping the road clear, Your Mercy," he said. He loosed a worg from the carriage and leapt onto it, and from his perch, began shouting orders at the soldiers that accompanied him. They formed up into neat lines, and went to support their dracon comrades.

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Rebat approached the figure of Ternoc first. He bowed, and looked up at him with a vigor he did not show since his posting here, the vigor of duty. "It is my honor and privilege to announce the arrival of Her Mercy Ardasa of Xigyll, Empress of All Kobold and Daughter of the Dr-"

"I think he knows who I am, Rebat," she said. "That's me, alright. Second in command. Best not cross me, I'm told my bound one is incredibly jealous." She smiled, and bowed to the grand prince, giggling a little at her own joke. She looked up at the faces of each of the Prince's Horns, with a look of amusement. "Wow, all this trouble for little old me? Are you afraid I'm hiding an army in my robes?"

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Ardasa gazed out of the carriage windows, stealing a peek at the walls of Hekaga. They were large and worn, like all dracon walls were. While it lacked the stunning beauty of Traeton's, with their inlaid gold and silver, the walls of Hekaga looked thick and sturdy, built entirely of stone. She took the opportunity to marvel at its magnificent height. Dracon walls were built higher than kobold walls, often twice over. As the carriage pulled toward the gates, she felt a slowly growing sense of amazement wash over her. Perhaps it was good to make the best of this trip.

A pleasant surprise awaited her at the gates. "Commander Rebat!" she exclaimed, waving from the carriage window. The worn kobold instantly dropped to a knee.

"Your Mercy, it is an honor to defend you within these walls," he croaked, smiling back up at her.

"I'm glad," she said, looking up at the slowly opening gates. "Now, take me to the Grand Prince. I was told we had a few things to discuss."
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Rughoi felt like an idiot. He was a master of tunnel vision, a king of myopics. When Ardasa had offered to go to Hekaga and negotiate with the ruler there, he had jumped at the opportunity. The very day after she left, he felt the regret well up inside him. The palace felt . . . empty, and far too quiet. It was not a house built for one, and now even he saw it as too large without her dancing through it, arranging the flowers on the sills or making casual conversation with the captains. He paced around the halls, as he always did, doing huge circuits around the entirety of the interior. On his way, he encountered a chair that he felt sorely tempted to smash, but resisted the urge to do so. He needed to take his mind off his loneliness, but did not know how. Ardasa was just . . . gone, and he couldn't get her back anytime soon. The fastest worgs in his cavalry were tied to that carriage, and there was no way a messenger could catch up until she's stayed in the city for a few days. He looked up at the evening sky, watching as the first of the stars came out. He wished on one of them, on Scen and Arda and Hetuis, that she was safe and happy.

Haven: Summer camp for Supernatural Teens

The mention of an activity perked Lukas up. Sitting there was beginning to become a bit dull, and he was already forming a plan in his head to sneak out his games without anyone seeing. Theodora says he's addicted to that thing. Lukas disagreed loudly and on multiple occasions, but is now beginning to consider that she may have a point. Best have something to do to with his hands, and more importantly keep his mind off Fire Emblem. The personalized name tags sounded like fun, especially if the counsellors would let him use Greek letters.

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Kutur looked at the page where Kali left her mark. The symbols were . . . different, to say the least. There was no wrong way to illuminate a text, but the way her patterns arranged themselves was vastly different from those of him and his fellow magisters. Usually, the Red Discipline students had much the same signature about them, allowing them to weave and intermingle with each other, stretching down page after page. Kutur, in fact, was often seen as the odd one out, simply because his scale patterns reflected the small links of kobold scales, rather than the large layering scales of dragons.

Kali was something else entirely. It was simplistic in its style, nothing like the complex whorls Kutur's master taught him to do. It was just her, and her opinion, on the page. "Yeah . . . I think that'd about do it," he said. "Maybe we should wait till after lunch. I'd rather not attract stares." A few curious kobolds were looking their way already.

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Sigrid sat there, shivering, staring down the girl for a few uncomfortable seconds. Was this an Angle slave of some sort? The slaves in Angle-land, she knew, were common, so much so that most houses of free worker were almost expected to have one. Manors, especially, took pride in how many thralls made up their staff, and she couldn't imagine that this one was any different. The girl looked nervous. Perhaps it was up to her to break the ice.

"Hello," Sigrid said, softly. "Come on in. It's not much, but I think the bed can sit two." She patted the space beside her bed, then sneezed violently. "Sorry. I don't think we've met. I'm . . . Sibley. Sibley of . . . " Oh dear, she had forgotten where it was she said she came from. Was it some hill or another? Hopefully, nobody's memory was all that well. She could pick another place. " . . . of Cant. Who are you?"

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"Go ahead, you try it," Kutur said, pushing the book to her end of the table. He tried to recall how exactly his master had explained it to him. She was better with words than he, and under her tutelage he progressed far in the Red Discipline. "Try to . . . focus your energy. Be honest with your thoughts regarding the text. Your own opinions on the subject and its contents will reflect themselves on the page . . . I think." No, that was definitely not how his master had said it. Still, it wasn't too far off the mark. Kali could probably figure out the rest on her own.

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Sigrid nodded, and stood up with the blanket wrapped snug around her shoulders. In her hands was the dress that caught the eye of her old landlord. She felt a bit like an idiot for not hiding it in her clothes or something. The old man led her up the stairs to the rooms above, each step creaking merrily as they put their weight on it. Her mind was alight with wonder and curiosity, churning up the most magnificent images on how her room would look.

The bed did not cover the entire ground, and was not made entirely of bearskin. It, like the rest of the house, was furnished small and practical. The room was larger than her old one in her grandfather's house, but was smaller than the ground space of her boat. A small bed, good for one, was pushed against the far wall with the window. The rest of the room was empty. Sigrid went over to the bed and sat down on it, enjoying the feel of herself sinking into the straw. "I'm fine, I swear," she said. "Traders, by necessity, are immune to sickness." Her next sneeze suggested otherwise. Suddenly, the blanket wasn't so warm.