Dezuel

Realms of Sun & Shadow

"I am glad to hear you are feeling more light of heart, the best way to ease a heavy heart is to speak from it~." The young woman said in an encouraging manner and followed up with a slight tilt of her head to the side.

"A precious pendant then. Keep it close to your heart, family is important after all. The most important thing to many~." She held up her hand, looking at the golden ring on her own finger. "Yes, ever since I received it, it has never left my finger. It is my only memento of where I truly come from. I appreciate your willingness to lend aid, but such information is very difficult to come by. You'll be careful too okay?~" Anora courtisied to Aurora, softly raising her skirt a slight bit with her free hand.

"Please to where may I send the invitations to? I shall be staying at my brother's residence it is by the looks of the carriages and the workers just straight ahead of the inn. At least that is what I believe it is. The feeling is mutual Lady Aurora, I will send you a letter as soon as I have informed my brother~." The black and blonde haired young lady smiled, her dual-coloured hair softly flickering from the doorway to the stable.

"Til next time, and to you aswell milady Storm." Anora smiled softly, her intense blue eyes setting at both Aurora and Storm, before she turned around to bid her leave. Lingering just long enough to hear Aurora's replies. She now had to find her brother and bring him the good news that his establishment would be hosting a tea-party. Whereof he wanted it to or not. Perhaps she should invite a few others? Perhaps some of the less fortunate inhabitants? Her thoughts fell on how her brother would react to such news. She did vividly recall the last time when he had thrown a big tantrum about family history, Aurelia and... she couldn't even remember the amount of words spilled from his mouth. It had been like a fountain, a very angry fountain.

@BlackRoseSiren

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Fortune favours the rich and beautiful, Lord Stormlight having joined them was making Ayel feel more at ease. Like three wise men seeking to educate the thickheaded. Prince Flynn, Lord Stormlight and the humble but still the greatest, himself. Nathaniel did bring up some valid points which Ayel nodded his head quickly, making the good Aurelians living in Dawnhaven feel worry would not be good. Ayel had giddily rubbed his hands on hearing Lord Stormlight so aptly mention morons screaming about those disgusting blightborn attacking.

If there would be any gossip, it would have to come from a reliable and noble source. From three Aurelian men of refined class. Not some moronic tribal creatures. Who knows what manner of damage those Lunarians would allow to befall Dawnhaven if they would look away for a single moment.

"Lord Stormlight is correct, we cannot allow some fools to wave about false rumors. It might affect our plans for this settlement." The always considerate, kind and otherwise lovable Marquess then was then greeted by a noise which screeched in his ears. It was that infuriating woman again! What did she say about his mother? He could have sworn she had said something vile and barbaric. The finely clad noble wrinkled his spectacular nose with a sign of clear dislike. Well at least she was keeping a distance from him. That was good. He would hate catching some kind of ape-sickness.

They were all guilty. The oaf woman, the witch before them and the lumbering giant man. Did she just say Lord Coswain? Where had he heard that name before? He was certain someone had uttered it. But for some reason… it made him feel a bitter taste in his mouth. Then the giant of a man had the sheer audacity to disturb him in his very important thoughts. The words uttered made the nobleman blink hastily as if he was having trouble believing what was being said. Not only was he asking what the nobleman deemed to be foolish questions, but he was also having the gall to imply that he would not tolerate being interupted.

"Of course I believe in us being of far nobler blood. I am a Marquess for Aelios sake, and that's the Crown Prince, my dearest of childhood friends and over there Lord Stormlight, who is very important too. I'm sure? Of course we are superior. But do not worry, you big slob of hair and sweat, I am certain you have things you excel at nontheless. Like digging in the dirt, feeding the pigs or I don't know… rolling with them? Are you listening to- What the-"

Ayel paused and gasped as he saw the huge man turn into a little cat. A fur clad cat no less.

'Witchcraft! Dark sorceries! Evil shamanistic bonepeddlers! Not a blightborn? That's just what a disgusting lying blightborn peasant would say! Surely my noble friends will not fall for this obvious ruse.' He thought as he watched the man now seemingly turned into a cat with a mix of horror and suprise. Then he felt how his right leg was twitching. He felt an immense urge to kick the thing. It wasn't animal abuse if he was blightborn or a peasant after all. But the damnable brute had swiftly turned back into his peasant shape again. Vile witchery!

Then it dawned on him. This man was the culprit. He had turned into a beast and killed the other barbarian.. and then snuck back to his clothes without leaving a trace of blood on himself! How deviously underhanded! He felt odd for a moment. He almost admired the intelligence shown. Perhaps they had some dormant part of their brain that would sometimes wake up with a single good idea in a thousand. It left the man who had thought them all to be completely brainless in a state of doubt. It had to be luck. No other explanation would do.

The always alert, always able and always reliable nobleman then let his perceptive perception to traverse the area, spotting footprints and the cat prints next to what looked like some clear barbarian footwear albeit smaller than the oaf and not seemingly of the same design as the witchwoman's. These had to belong to the damnable ice-witch princess and whomever had been with her. He knew it! He was unto them! The cat was a liar like all of those lying mountain-mongrels!

He had to inform the prince, but then-

Ayel's mouth stopped in it's track on seeing his bestest of friends hold up his hand, his royal hand. He knew this signal, it was done by royals when they wanted to command attention. The nobleman then understood what the matter was. His massive charisma and flair had overpowered his friend's presence in the company of those disgusting barbarians. He had not taken into consideration of his best friend's needs of having to display himself to his lessers. Ayel felt a sudden feeling of pity. It had to be difficult to be near someone like himself, even for a prince of such a promising bloodline. But being the good friend that he almost certainly were, he would sacrifice some of his charisma to allow his friend to also shine.

But he had to tell his friend about the devious plan which he had uncovered. It was hard to be quiet. He softly bit his lips together. He wanted to yell out his findings and point at the culprit, but what if they would then attack them? Of course he could defend himself, he after all practiced fencing and was a true master of magic, even if he saw it as a hobby. But his friend the Prince... and Lord Stormlight would be in harms way. While there was no doubt of the purity of their family trees, he was worried they could get wounded in a potential skirmish with these reckless barbarians after their disguises would be taken off. Ayel bided his time. He had to be silent.

While he had solved the puzzle, the others had begun talking about what they were going to do with the body.

'By Aelios who cares. It's a dead ogre. Just toss him into a ditch near the witch-goddess temple!' He gasped and softly dragged his hand over his face.

'What in the world would one learn by studying these lesser things anyway? Is Lord Stormlight looking for some kind of connection to the Lunarian blood and the blight?' It did sound like a plausible thing. They were guilty the entire bunch of them.

Ayel clasped his hands together on hearing Flynn's rejection, that the dead brute would be given a proper send off near the disgusting temple. Down into that ditch with him. The nobleman felt suddenly warmer. His best friend really had gotten to the same conclusion. Great minds did think alike and all. Then came the signal. He was taking the brutish cat-turning turncoat oaf with him and then said something which filled Ayel with great joy. He needed him to join them. His bestest friend couldn't do it without him. Wait a moment? Do it? His friend had seen through the lie of the brute! He knew what was going on, of course… they were both brilliant Aurelians which had drank from the same pure springs near the capitol. It had likely kept their brains from not rotting like the tribe that lumbering fool came from.

Ayel raised his nose into the air, straightened his back and walked up close to Flynn. Together like the old times. The ruler and his trusted right hand man. But what if his friend had missed some minor detail… he had to tell his friend of his findings.

"Psst. Your highness." Ayel said in a hushed manner, looking about, trying to make a little distance between himself and Valthyr.

"I noticed cat pawprints along some other footprints, which I suspect belong to your missing- half, this troglodyte may be the culprit. Saw how he changed his appearance? Very suspect. The injury on the dead… heathen? I think he did it, it explains the lack of blood on his clothes. It was a savage killing, so it is most surely this caveman." He said in a hushed but hasty voice, making his best to convey his suspicions and share his insight with his royal best bud.

"We can take him by suprise your highness, think of the news of how your highness caught the culprit almost singlehandedly. It would raise morale." He added in an even faster hushed tone, eager to spring into motion and shoot the lumbering huge man in the back with his magical powers.

@The Muse@Echotech71@Fetzen@PrinceAlexus

Realms of Sun & Shadow

How dared she try to ridicule him in front of his bestest friend. That good for nothing barbaric oaf of a woman.

He was fuming! But in his typical noble fashion, he carefully held back his outrage. For to lose ones temper was not very refined. Especially because of a barbarian, they just didn't understand any better.

"Rejection? You unsavor- What now? Eh?" The always refined and graceful nobleman looked away from Daphne and to Valthyr. Didn't this man know that it was rude to speak unless spoken to? He wanted him to pay respect to that despicable half-ape? What was he? Drunk? No. Worse. He was one of the barbarians. He recognized the affront that was their dialect. And he was old and big like all oafs were! Fricking old and ugly! But despite his obvious flaws, he had offered to be a mount. Unlike the younger brutish creature which he called Daphne.

The ever ready to seize an opportunity, the chosen of Aelios, the friend of the crown prince, the marquess was about to accept the offer when his friend had stopped him. His friend had intervened? How? Was the sight of him atop a peasant and lowlife barbarian such a disgrace compared to a horse? The more Ayel thought about it. He was right. His best friend had actually had one of his momentary surges of geniusness. It wasn't worth to sully his attire by coming into contact with these unclean mongrels. Why was he even in a hurry? If the no doubt disgusting princess of the inferior kingdom was missing and hopefully dead. Then why did he have to hurry? The longer the search took, the more likely his friend would be freed from the massive ball and chain. Then they could get underway to purge the world of those disgusting afflicted peasants and then liberate the northern territories for the rightious kingdom of Aurelia.

Ayel felt a surge of energy again, even though he was already panting after the distance he had travelled on foot. His legs were not made for hasty decisions. That was how injuries happened.

"Your... highness, like the.. overgrown... lumbering... thing here said. We are dealing... with a blightborn! I kept telling... people their ilk couldn't... be trusted, but no no no, no one would listen. Of course I am not... putting you in that bunch your highness, but many of these ill-informed barn-born people thought they could befriend them. Now look what's happened!" Ayel cried out and put his hand on his forehead as if he were to faint.

Then as they arrived to the scene Ayel lamented after awhile after hearing the barbarian he had seen earlier. The one he had already made his mind up about. The witch. But then his bestest friend had chosen another label for her.

Priestess.

PRIESTESS?

He knew it! She was one of those ice witch-worshipping moose-riding bone-peddlers! Ayel realized in that moment that, by all that bears Aelios holy light, the despicable woman was trying to deceive his best friend. She had been in the company of that raisin-faced beard-clad monstrousity before. She was buying time for her accomplice. They were all in league with each other. That had to be it. The wrinkly silver-bearded villain was no doubt looking for the barbarian princess.

There had also been a younger man present. The one which had told him what had happened. Perhaps he had not been part of it? The nobleman nodded to himself. He knew these things. That man was just some passersby.

Still. This was an ample opportunity to get rid of all enemies in one go. Put the witchwoman, the raisin-face and whomever made this mess could be brought and hanged in the town center and then they could burn the remains of the barbaric princess and whomever was with her on a pyre. All things good.

This was not an act of evil, it was an act of good. They were after all little more than animals, after all why would the books he had read lie? They were written by prominent aurelian historians whose family trees were almost as glorious as his own. They had to be trusted. Aurelians were just a different race alltogether. Smarter, stronger and more graceful. But those jealous barbarians were always banding together, like bandits and brigands and launching attacks on their betters. It made him sick.

If he wouldn't try to help the crown prince to get rid of them, then who would? It must be what Aelios wanted! The dumb blizzard had been an obvious attack by Seluna against him. But it will take more than some silly storm to stop him. Besides. His pillows in the carriage were of the best quality. Seluna likely didn't have as thick and well made pillows as he did.

'Jealous bitch!' He mentally thought as he snapped back to the scene before him.

"Your highness, I cannot remain quiet any longer-" Ayel took a few breaths as he felt a pain in his belly. Damn. He was not made for running. That was for messengers.

"Your highness… this woman is trying to deceive you! Listen to her, she shakes on her every word! A stutter! And we all know that is what liars do! Remember old Lord Jangharn in the capitol? He stuttered and he was found to be giving coin to the poor! Illegal charity is a serious crime. But this is murd- Well he looks to be Lunarian so I suppose it's more like slaughter.. but no matter! We should apprehend her and throw her into the holding quarters for safety! She could be one of those pestilence-ridden things conniving in secret! If it looks like a witch, it must be one! Your highness, I shall personally lead her to the holding quarters at your command!" Ayel stepped up right next to his bestest friend, to give him the best possible support possible. After all. That was what friends were for.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

"Oh no.." Anora said and raised her free hand to her mouth in surprise to Aurora's revelation about her parents fate.

"My sincerest condolences, I didn't know of their passing. To lose one parent is tough, to lose both… I cannot imagine." The yellow clad noblewoman said in a solemn tone, as her eyes wandered to the pendant that Aurora was grasping.

"I knew your father a little, I bought empty potion bottles and some alchemical supplies from their place. He always seemed like such a proud man, well now seeing his daughter, I can understand it all better now.~ I shall mourn his passing and your mother, I know a bit how you feel. I lost my birthmother when I was very young, she had an illness that no healing could mend, I don't have any memories of her. The headmistress of the orphanage which I was taken to told me that she suspected the man which had left me there had been my father.

But I didn't grow up in the orphanage, I was adopted by the Raunefeldt family. Some might see me as abit of a spoiled lady, which I suppose is fair. As my foster parents were wealthy. Sadly however both my foster parents have passed away, I still have my two brothers in my life, for this I am thankful. They can be abit overbearing at times however. If Ayel does anything he shouldn't, let me know okay?~" Anora gave a soft upturn at the corner of her mouth, then nodded her head softly towards the pendant Aurora had.

"A precious item? I have something like that too.~" She changed hands which held unto her umbrella, displaying the golden ring on her finger, displaying the elemental signs of the four elements.

"A memento of my birth family. I think it may have belonged to my mother. The man who left me at the orphanage passed this ring along to the headmistress and she kept it in secret, handing it to me when I had gotten of age. Otherwise my foster mother may have thrown it away. She was very set on her way." Anora said and shook her head softly, she felt nostalgic and somewhat longing thinking back of the people she had lost in her life.

"I don't think you knew my birthmother, you seem to be around my age.~ She was known as Lady Malkin, or the less fair name 'The phantom', due to her pale skin. She seems to have dabbled in alchemy aswell. I sadly do not know her first name, I just know it starts with a 'C', as that is inscribed in the ring. Unless that is my father's name." She beamed up abit.

"I think he's still alive out there, somewhere. Maybe a chubby baker, a charming troubadeur or perhaps even a famous alchemist. Well, perhaps that is just wishful thinking as those are things I am interested in. I did receive a mysterious letter, that said, that what I am looking for would be found here in Dawnhaven. Well, I think there's some truth to that. Prince Flynn and my brother Ayel are both here after all, and together we may find a cure for the blight and bring back the sun again. Perhaps I'll meet more wonderful people like yourself here too, Lady Aurora. I would love if you would join me for some tea and pastries someday~." Anora tilted her head to the side, and smiled with her eyes momentarily closed.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Gadez had turned on the sounds of the door being flung open, he reached his right arm out to his side slightly and tried to shield Tia behind him from whom had barged in on their meeting, using a bright light in an attempt to blind him. The man recoiled slightly to it before closing his eyes to protect them.

He couldn't help but smile on hearing Dyna's words.

"Do you have no respect for others privacy? Nor the very temple built for the goddess you claim to serve? Knocking can get you far, lest you knock yourself over, like a pitcher filled to the brim. Do you even know what Aelios will is, girl? If so you've ought to know that her path and the path trodden by your twin are in conflict with oneanother. Choose well when the time is upon you. I may be temporarily afflicted by a flickering light, but it is nothing compared to blind faith." He said softly as he raised his head and assumed a pose which was telling that he was still comfortable.

The man reached for his sword-staff on his back. Tossing it to the floor.

"I submit to no man nor woman under nor above the heavens, but I do abide by the laws of the third kingdom and the dream it stands for. You may take me to the... hnn hnn... vault of forbidden knowledge. That is the least I can offer, for someone whose proven me true." He smiled with a slight upturn at the corner of his lips.

"Do bring my weapon along for safekeeping, it is older than you and far sharper. Champion." He said the last word with an amusement in his voice, as he raised both his hands to show his surrender.

"Providing of course Tia does not overrule your decision, girl. Let us be off." The blonde waited patiently with his hands raised, an amused expression on his face, his almost ever present smile.

@Queen Arya@c3p-0h

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Gadez patiently waited in Tia's room after giving her a soft smile and nod with his head, having put the hot soup bowl with the lid and spoon on the small dresser by her bed.

He had not taken in her room as much before, his eyes wandered over her furniture. His blue eyes looking them over, settling on her table and the drawer on it. He had to admit, he was curious if Tia wrote in a journal. But his curiousity was overpowered by his sense of respecting other people's minds. A journal was akin to ones mind, a place where thoughts were recorded and stored. He wouldn't. He could invade that. He withdrew his hand and then walked to the middle of the room as Tia entered.

"Thank you for finding the time Tia. Come sit at the bed and have some soup." The blonde man said softly as he walked over and softly patted her on the shoulder. His eyes then set on the door, moving over to make sure it would be closed fully.

"I have some things I wish to tell you. I hope you don't mind the privacy. It is for the safety of all. These words may be unsettling for mortal ears. But first you've got to eat some of that soup." He lifted the plated lid off the bowl and then put the spoon in it, picking up some meat and vegetable on it, before blowing some air to cool it, his free hand held under it to not spill anything on the floor, as he moved it towards her lips. Helping her with the first mouthful.

"You've gotta eat and remain strong. You'll sing again someday. Don't you worry." The monk said in a reassuring tone, his face was calm but he knew, that if he didn't seize the opportunity now, it would be lost forever. He had to tell her.

"Tia. I demand no answers from you, I only request them. What I am about to say may not be what you want to hear, but I have to say it nontheless. It is even difficult to know where to start with it all. Our world has changed much, the skies have darkened and the blightborn has appeared. Yet even now there's hope." He smiled softly and allowed Tia to take over the spoon.

"When we first met, I was suprised. Not just by your beauty, lack of weight and perserverence, but by your scar. When I first saw it, I thought you were one of the blightborn, that you had been wounded and turned. But I realized quickly that wasn't the case. For what blightborn would fall prey to the cold? Yet such a wound at such a place, it left me to ponder. Why is it there? You are a priestess and no doubt would have been able to close such a wound smoothly, if not at the moment, then by the temple or by those with greater mastery over the healing arts. Yet the mark remains and it's effect upon you is profound as it has robbed you of your voice. To be able to voice your opinion, to accept and reject is an important thing. Such an injury aswell, the odds of surviving it are so vastly low, that it made me... someone whose always pondered if the goddesses were truly there or not. Doubt myself." He said in a soft voice, but he also laughed abit at that.

"Why would the clergy choose to send you of all people to Dawnhaven? You who has been unjustly scarred, who may not hold sermons, neither are you a warrior of the clergy. You were sent here by them, because you possess something else which sets you apart from all others. A power which none can see. And If I were to guess, you were sent far away because there's something within Aurelia that the High priest of Aelios fears. Something kept in the dark." Gadez began to wander in the room, his hands behind his back. His blonde hair hanging slightly over his face.

"I also have pondered a long time, what caused the blight? What caused the skies to turn dark? I thought it as a natural phenomena at some point, then later that it was magical. Yet what mortals would have the power to darken the very sun and give rise to the blight? No mortal possess that kind of power. That power. The blight. Is divine in origin. That is the only explanation which make any sense. How long would a battle go on until a victor would be crowned? One of the two divine stars fell. Her physical form withering upon the earth, yet her soul eternal. If we may call it such. Hurled itself out unto a new host. A mortal. Inflicting a brand upon her." He turned to face Tia, his expression displaying a sense of loss and grimness.

"You are the voice of Aelios. Her physical vessel. The one foretelling of the prophecy… aren't you? And the old decaying physical form of Aelios that lies in the dark... is the cause of the blight. Her divine essence flowing out, like ripples upon a lake. For the divine are neither fully living nor dead. The blightborn are the same in a way. But even then. They did not choose their path, it was pushed upon them. By beings who thought they knew better. Just like you've been pushed by others... but what is it that you truly want for yourself?" He closed his eyes momentarily, he moved over to the fireplace and rested his hands above it, leaning against the wall.

"The divine could never see past their conflict with oneanother. As our world has gotten dark. Dawnhaven is all the proof needed to show that we humans. Have eclipsed the gods. Aurelian. Lunarian. Blightborn. We all gather here together. It is the faulty of the divine, that has shown us what we must be, what we have to be. To finally bring the endless conflict to it's epitaph. The goddesses may claim the stars, but we claim the earth, the forests, the seas, the sky... and the future." The vexing gardener stated and looked to the ceiling.

"The blizzard that struck Dawnhaven, why do you think it came when it did? Who was the most likely to fall to it? Only one person was far out into the snow beyond aid. You. Seluna was trying to end you, or should I say end Aelios. No doubt she has a particular set of words for me as well, for my timely meddling. But in a way… I am a fallen star myself. Albeit of far dimmer light." He now began to smile, a big upturn at the corner of his mouth as he pulled his blonde hair back abit with his hands, the light of the fire reflecting in his eyes.

"Because King Auric of Aurelia... is none other than my father. I am the older half-brother of Prince Flynn. My true name is Halcyon Astaros. As I wandered through the Gaddess' Paradise, with no past to return to, no future left to claim, my name were underneath it all still starry and golden. A child born of twain kingdoms, perhaps I am he? Or perhaps I am the one prophesized to die in Flynn's stead? Perhaps by your hand? Either way…" He said softly as he looked to Tia warmly.

"I may be the greatest enemy to the goddesses, to both kingdoms, but not to you, Tia. Were I to have known you were who you are, I would still have braved that blizzard. For to leave you, someone betrayed by the world, would have been akin to die a thousandfold. It is however you who has to make a choice, as cruel as it is. I wouldn't rob you of your free will. I am not Auric. Nor divine. I pray that Flynn will not follow in his creator's trail. For there will be a search for a cure to the blight in time no doubt, and this search must not prevail. For if it does…" He sighed deeply and slumped his head slightly.

"Then it will lead to the death of everyone in the world. The kingdoms would set upon the blightborn. Kira. Leela. The blonde girl outside with the horns and tail. All of them would be hunted down and destroyed. Then the kingdoms would set upon each other, and there would be no end to the fighting. However… if the blight were to persist. And Dawnhaven were to grow and flourish. It would become a third kingdom and eclipse the former two and this world would finally become one. The blight isn't a divider, it is a unifier. Look around you, Tia. The choice before you may be a cruel one, having to choose between your faith and your friends. Whenever in doubt. Heed your heart." He gave another soft smile and walked closer to Tia, trying to keep eye-contact and show that he mean her nothing ill.

"Knowing now whom we are. What will you do? My suggestion would be to eat the soup before it grows cold." He smiled softly, his eyes looking warmly at Tia. "I know this is a lot to take in all at once and you must be weary. My presence here in Dawnhaven is a risk for it aswell, yet there's no other place for me to go. For only with Dawnhaven's victory, can my true wish to strike down King Auric become a reality. For all those whose dreams and futures he has destroyed." He said and sighed softly, pulling his hair back with one hand and placing his other hand by his waist.

"When the time comes, and they set out to find a cure. Can I rely on you to aid me to stop them? Well… I won't demand an answer or that you do, for I know this would be among the hardest of choices you would have to make, Tia. All I can do is to try and protect you from those who seek to harm you. Rest assured your secrets will live and die with me." He placed his hand on his chest, and gave a deep bow to her. His blue eyes looking at her. He wasn't certain if she had taken his words to heart, but he had to tell her either way.

The goddesses were his enemies. There was no doubt in his mind about that. He had doubted their existance, yet now… all things were pointing that they were indeed very real. He would have to fight not only against the gods but against two kingdoms. For that he needed an army. He would have to move swiftly and find blightborn to ally with, for it were in their interest to have the blight persist for certain. Even they wanted to live if they could. For as much as a life that would be. Who were they to simply deny them their existance after being forced into a path they've not chosen. What some blightborn did however after their turning, with some turning to wicked things. They would be dealt with as any other human. Dawnhaven must remain free of discord. United and strong. Strong enough to crush the two kingdoms and become the lone victor.

@c3p-0h

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Gadez looked over his shoulder towards Dyna, his appearance calm and collected, if not abit grim. Yet nontheless the man offered a soft smile.

"I appreciate the offer, twinstar. But alas Tia is the only one in the world which may have the answers I seek. I also have brought her some hot soup, provided by the golden child of Aurelia, so unless you wish to help her chew it, I think we shall do just nicely. Thank you nontheless. All things which live must eat, otherwise you'll have to be divine." He said softly with a slight upturn at the corner of his lips, as if there were something he found amusing about that.

Gadez bowed his head softly to Dyna, then smiled and greeted Tia.

"Greetings again Tia, I've brought you some hot soup. With your busy day, I imagined you wouldn't find the time to get any. You need to take care of yourself, not just the temple-grounds." The blonde man said softly, his blue eyes meeting Tia's. Soon there would be no turning back. But if he wouldn't tell her now, then there may not be another chance to say it.

He stepped closer and peeked into her room. "Thank you for finding the time. You are no doubt weary after the visit of prince Red Star. Flynn Astaros. Many are those which seek answers, I believe I may have some answers you seek in turn. Albeit these are for your ears alone... and Aelios." He said the last part of his sentence with added weight, but it wasn't low. It meant he had much more he wanted to say.

"May I?" He nodded towards her room, raising the soup bowl up abit and offering Tia a warm smile.

"It is kind of hot to hold unto. Like carrying a priestess in a blizzard." He tilted his head to the side, looking over Tia's face with an amused look on his face, giving her a slow wink.

@Queen Arya

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Anora Opal Raunefeldt

"Aurora? We both start and end on the letter 'A''"~Anora smiled and then lifted her skirt abit to courtesy and offer an appologetic look to Storm.

"Also my sincerest appologies for my mistake milady Storm~ Is it really okay for me to pet her?~ And thank you, I took some singing lessons a long time ago~" Anora approached and attempted to pet Storm's mane.

"Gushi, gushi. Moshi, moshi. Gumo, gumo~ Whose a good lil horsey~" She said in a playful manner, throwing a glance afterwards to Aurora.

"'Tis a fine horse, I am certain my brother would even agree and he doesn't like just about anything. Have you perhaps seen him about? His name is Ayel, wears big wide brimmed hats with feathers and dresses likes he's attending a ball.~" The yellow clad woman chuckled as she placed her hand in front of her mouth.
"I have come here to Dawnhaven to help my brother and Flynnie- I mean, Prince Flynn. I also have a more personal reason for coming here, I received a letter weeks ago that what I have been looking for my whole life could be found here. So here I am~" She smiled brightly and then posed a question back to Aurora.

"What about you, Lady Aurora. What brings you to Dawnhaven? Forgive me for asking, but are you of the Halliwell family that sell curatives in Aurelia? Are you Alistair's daughter perhaps?~ " The noblewoman asked as she tapped her own cheek with a finger. Her golden ring attached to it.

@BlackRoseSiren

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Ayel Raunefeldt

This was his bestest friend for certain. Ayel felt the urge to do a little jump on seeing Flynn wave over a guard to take the discarded torch. It was symbolic. Let the lowlife lowborn take away the things the blueblooded nobles had discarded. He wondered at first what Flynn was doing, bending down to pick it up. But it was only to show just how well he had trained the brainless louts, like teaching a dog to play fetch. He had wanted to show off.

Ayel felt a twinge of loss, he would have loved to show his best friend how well behaved Faldrin, his servant had become. Just like a hairless dog.

Then Flynn had thanked him. Ayel felt pleasure. No doubt Flynn knew how irreplacable a nobleman he were, like a limited edition of a rich piece of chocolate.

"Aha aha! I am happy to be of any assistance my dear friend." Ayel smugly curled his lock of hair with his free hand, he bit his lower lip softly. He didn't want to scrape his delicate looks. But his friends praise had made him think about himself again. He loved that subject, he could talk about it for hours.

He snapped out of his lustful self-reflection on hearing Flynn aptly order the guard away. He felt a twinge of proudness, to watch the heir of his homeland command a lesser creature with some ease. It reminded him of King Auric.

'Never show weakness, Flynn. It does no good for anyone, to have the lowlife peasants see a royal hesitate. They look to you for admiration because they are all thickheaded.' Ayel thought of the words the king had spoken to Flynn and him in their youth. But perhaps some of the words had been lost to the annals of history.

To Ayel it didn't matter. Auric had a good head on his shoulders. The sooner the blight could be removed and for him and Flynn to be hailed as heroes the sooner they could resume the just war against the barbarians.

Ayel then thought back on the day when they had explored the old abandoned home of that one lord who never came back from his fishing trip. His mansion had been the perfect playground for their epic escapades, as the area under the castle was forbidden to explore. Who wanted to explore damn dark holes anyhow? Holes were for badgers and peasants.

Ayel couldn't help but mentally chuckle on recalling how Flynn had tried to explain to Ayel's idiotic brother that giving stones to girls would never work. Ayel sighed softly as he thought of his brother Andros, he felt more stupid knowing he shared blood with the man. Andros was the kind of man who would be more interested in teasing a monkey with a banana than listen to threehundred years of Raunefeldt family history. It irked him!

Ayel once agqin snapped back to reality on hearing his best friend say something that made him shudder. He addressed that big oaf of a guardswoman by her name. Why in the world did he do that? Names were for proper educated servants, horses and dogs. Not for -this-.

But at the very least he was commanding her. Thank Aelios he was at the very least asserting ownership over the brute and... by all that was sacred she had a lightly dressed fellow with her. Her mate? They were breeding. Just like rats. He knew it. He knew it! Give those un-nobles free reign to do as they please and they will multiply.

Horror.

Then Flynn had affectionately, yet again called him by his name, showing that there was only one man, one bestest friend to lead the way, with such confidence. Ayel felt a moment of self-appreciation again. How in the world had the goddess allowed such a being of perfection to grace the world? Her generousity knew no bounds.

"Of course, I shall lead you to the gruesome scene so these... can pick up the scent and aid us in tracking down the barbaric culprit." Ayel pointed in the direction of the scene and moved as fast as he could. But he was panting after ten metres. He wasn't built for running. But it dawned on him that Flynn had brought the two barbarians along akin to how they hunted deer in their youth, with hounds. This was just like it, except the dogs knew how to behave. But he did miss his horse.

"Your highness, this would go much faster if you allow me to use this one as a mount." He pointed at Daphne, thinking that he could use her as a temporary mount. Simply sit on the back and direct the witless beast-woman. Not only that, but it would help her know her place. It was a reasonable request.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

Anora had managed to get her way around the gathering of people, doing her best to not bump into anyone. Even though people seemed quite keenly aware of her, sticking out like a sore thumb with her yellow wintery coat and attire. She had perhaps overdressed abit, but her foster mother had taught her that looks were important and to always present oneself as best as possible. There was of course truth to that, but Anora wasn't always abiding by every rule put into place, she would evade them whenever able. It usually helped to not go to all those noble parties in the capitol, that had been more her mother and Ayel's thing.

The young woman would much more prefer to read some storybooks, mixing various concoctions, baking and making new kinds of tea-flavour.

The young noblewoman stopped upon reaching the stables, hearing someone singing, she took a few moments to just listen to the melody before entering the stables herself, her steps carefully placed to avoid slipping or stepping into something which would have made her older brother yell to the high heavens. She allowed herself a soft smile as she closed her eyes, before opening them again. The singing had made her want to sing abit herself. And thus she did

"Words carried on the wind, blowing in this darkened world~'Tis song of dawn to welcome the daybreak, a fair melody laid unto memory, there's no time to waste, can we succeed?~ To return to the place where we all belong?~" Anora sung brightly, her voice echoing slightly down the barn. Her voice was light and smooth. She held her free hand at her chest as the other held unto her umbrella that rested on her shoulder.

"There are those reborn by the blighted storm, so that they may find the truth of their heart.~ There's so much we seek to have answered, but in one life there's not enough time.~ Underneath a smile, there's a hidden truth, tell me now of a story of a faraway land.~ I sing along, so that I will remember… that the tale still must go on.~" She smiled softly and held out her free hand towards Aurora in a greeting.

"Forgive me, I couldn't help but sing aloud on hearing your song~ Pleased to make your acquaintance~ I am Anora Opal Raunefeldt. Whom might you be and who is this gentleman?~" She looked at the horse. She now regretted having left her carrot bucket behind. This horse could have used it.

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