The food was being served across the banquet hall in the massive castle King Vrondi and many other royal Sol lived. The guests were having a good time. They began to comment on each others apparel and various designs. Each one unique to their home they had much to talk about. The drinks flowed down the giant pitcher like a waterfall and the mist from it gave a sweet yet intoxicating aroma that filled the room.
Many met for the first time. Confined to only breed and mingle within their own kingdoms some sought to create lasting relationships. Fotia, Tearia, Gaia, and Vrondi royals were all gathered round eating and drinking the finest cuisine this world had to offer. Even rare beasts like Basilisks were served in small portions. The Fotian corner loved to feast on dragon meat, much to the dismay of the Gaians it seemed.
A quarrel or two would be quenched by the authority of representation. None too bold to fight over a slight. Though the tension was rising between a sect of the Gaian and Fotian royals. Besides this things went well, more barrels were being pushed full of what many presumed to be wine by slaves. Some were treated to finer things and thus were not looked at as slaves entirely. As such they wore fine clothes and gloves, their hair neatly trimmed. They only lacked jewelry. But the designs on their attire marked where they were from. The Fotian slaves were bringing in a few barrels. As they did a Tyro royal hastily followed, looking over her shoulder briefly before entering behind the closed doors.
She wore an all white dress.
That did not cover much. She was quite fair herself.
Upon reaching the barrels she stepped to a servant who immediately began to work harder under her gaze.
"Just a moment please! This one is marked especially for the Hanoxx party. Would you be so kind as to help me move it else where as to not get it mixed up. Lets see... Here should be fine." She pointed and moved. The servant had no choice but to load up the barrel she wanted and follow her. He had no place to protest, she was a royal after all.
It was down a flight of stairs.
"Be careful!" She demanded. The servant eased his way down further into the cellar. Where webs and old wine and foods sat in the castle, untouched. She motioned for him to come further back and then stopped him with a raised hand.
"Halt right there. Alright thank you. Now I trust you to not tell anyone about this special wine we have here. There's only one here and all." She slowly and seductively walked up to the servant who was smaller than her in mass and height. She held out a few gold Fotian coins and placed them into his hand. "Thank you your highness!" He shouted nervously. She placed a finger to her lips and shushed. He nodded and scurried off.
She knocked lightly on the barrel.
"I do apologize for the rough ride my dear. But you are free now." She backed away. The barrel was now filled with wine, but with a person.
"I have clothes awaiting you, Czigani Veranieth Hanoxx will no longer be your identity. You will have to find a way to survive now. If I continue to have contact with you they may find you." She laid out for her a elegant designed cloak. It appeared as if royal attire, with gold and white patterns. But it wore like a hooded robe.
"I know I did well raising you, perhaps too well..." She choked back tears.
Reaching out to hug her daughter after she donned her new apparel. She pulled back to look her in the eyes.
"I will miss you dearly. We all in the Hanoxx family will miss you, even your uncle Magnixx believe it or not.. I will pray to the persistent fires to bless your path." She looked at her daughter with a fiery expression of sorrow and strength. They came from a bloodline of warriors yet they were honest. Her mother struggling to hold back her eyes flowing waters.
@DreadAs Mason raced back to the city the old woman smiled. He was taking care of everything himself and this was note worthy. She watched the villages and the heaps of death roll past as their horse tried its best to race them along the open lush fields where food was once growing in large numbers. Instead parts of the crops were destroyed from the battles earlier. Times were going to get tough it seemed if the nomads the kingdoms ruled over could no longer provide food for the people of the city.
They came to the main gates of Vrondi.
The horse would be stopped by the guards if it came close to the stairs. He noticed however that Mason was in a rush and the smell of blood was fuming form him. The Vrondi knights were clad in silver and natural colored armor. One of them approached Mason. "Use the stables for your steed." The stables this one pointed to was only about 50 feet away.
The old woman that sat on the horse stepped off. She looked to Mason with a warm smile and placed her hands over his injured leg.
"For your bravery you've earned a proper healing." As if reconstructing his leg he was imbued with a divine light. His entire body was returned to its optimum state. His metabolism burning away even the food he had inside and a steam rising from his body. This took only a moment. She stood back up.
"Now may we enter?" She began to lead the way. Entering the main gates after speaking with the guards through mental communication.
I, Illia Illumi have returned. Fear not and be at peace. Their minds were flooded with the images of who she truly was and they bowed to her as she walked by. Her attire flaring into a divine light and shifting her form into a younger form.
@Guy0fV4lorAmi's display was noticed even during the various eye popping colors and lights around the festive area. However hers brought life to form which many foreigners who made the travel here out of their own accord loved to see. She had a small crowd forming from a distance to observe her. As this happened the Seer and Mason would be coming into the streets. The floating woman took the sight of a few people as well. She came down the path and came to a stop. She turned to see Ami sitting by the clean waters with plants freshly spread out around her. As if mere seeds exploded into life in her presence.
You're a child of Vrondi itself. I am pleased to meet you. I am Illia, Seer of all. She ignored the crowd and came close. Her feet coming down slowly to touch the ground. She approached the water and lifted a cup of it from her hands into her mouth. She sighed with pleasure after swallowing.
"It truly is a gift you have. Please join me at the castle." She looked at her with a gentle smile. Her dress flowing in the breeze as she stood with folded hands. Awaiting her answer. Their minds as Sol resonated with a communicative sense. Ami could tell she was brimming with joy.
"This young knight here will lead us. Won't you?" She asked Mason, glancing at him.
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