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Lady Alainn
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Sometime between Pencaliel's story and the subsequent reassuring snuggles on the arbour bench, Malachi's former companions trudged onto the scene and stood quietly in the shadows-- one pair of somber eyes shining from a few feet above the glow of the torch light and the other pair of contemplative blue peering out just beneath the wall torch's base. To their relief, it seemed everything was under control, but they waited a moment or two just in case. Kolmar did not like what he saw in regards to the change of countenance in his fair charge, but it was evident she did not need him. Somehow Malachi was holding himself together, which surprised the dwarf considering his frantic exit not too long ago.
Kolmar's lips tightened into a grim line. His guests had more going on than he could imagine-- much more than Nekia had let on. Had he been premature in his gusto to protect them? No. They had been brought together for a reason. They had been placed under his protection for another reason and the Council was taking its time to come to a decision regarding the dragonkin for yet a third reason; obviously, for they accepted his Offering of Faith without even seeing the lad for themselves. No questions. Just eyes. And silence.
Taking care not to disturb the pair, the half-breed butler and his master slipped around Yuubi's fenced in garden and cautiously opened the terrace door to let themselves into the house. From there they parted ways-- Hoomite to the kitchen to find out why there was still light seeping out from under the door and Kolmar to his quarters to retire for the night. What time Malachi and Pencaliel came in from the damp evening, the dwarf did not know. He'd fallen fast asleep by the time the little maiden took enough courage to venture indoors and brave the gaping sky lights to get Malachi cleaned up and into his own bed.
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The next several days passed much in the same way as the previous several days, although with a watchfulness and weariness that did not escape the dwarf lord's notice. The Druid steadily improved health-wise, which was a good thing, but her state of mind had taken a turn for the worse. Not that she grew mad or unreasonable, but Kolmar couldn't help but notice how she constantly looked over her shoulders, and when it was quiet, how her gaze frequently visited the nearest skylight. Malachi did not fare much better, his attention so thoroughly fixated upon her even if separated by layers of mountainous rock.
But somehow, everything continued on normally as well. The two spent many hours on the couch in the common room reading books. Kolmar passed by behind them one time, a smile on his face as he caught them reading the children's book on the creation of the world. Pencaliel held it reverently before her as Malachi's fingers awkwardly tugged on the paper tabs to make the stars appear in the dark sky. No doubt the lad had never seen such delicate details in a book before. The mechanisms fascinated the dragonkin as much as the story itself did, as it was related in the elf maiden's careful, lilting tone. They made quite the peaceful picture and Kolmar's smile broadened to see it. He did not want to intrude, however, so he hurried on past them on his way out the door to visit the lower levels and spread some cheer among the downtrodden.
Malachi was quite a mystery to him still. He'd been under the impression that the dragonkin was on the verge of truly opening up to him that night at the tavern, and if things had continued in the same way, he had no doubt that by the end of the week he'd have the full story behind those golden eyes. However, the Malachi that greeted him the morning after was a different man. Kolmar couldn't put his finger on what gave it away, but it was there all the same, and it wasn't because the elf now slept with the angelic canine guarding the foot of her bed instead of the winged one. It was so much deeper than that, something that dug down into the lad's core and spread across his features. Part of him feared that he would have to start all over again in digging beneath Malachi's defenses.
But as long as Malachi did not withdraw completely from the dwarf, he would not worry too much. And so he watched.
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High above the rest of the world, or so it seemed, the Naazgard Council also watched the new additions to their fortress intently-- though it was through a distance. It had taken them most of the week to come to some decision on what course they should take with the dragonkin. The older members of the Council remembered vividly the War in which the refugee's kind had ruthlessly conquered their brethren and were cautious. The younger members had grown up within the wake of the War and eagerly turned their eyes upon a renewal of war to make their names, wanting nothing more than to imprison the dragonkin as a spy from the encroaching dragonkin settlement.
It was obvious the dragonkin could not stay. One in their midst was enough, and the shoemaker would get a hearty applause of approval if he packed up his shop and left their hallowed walls for good. No, they could not afford to be lenient to a second dragonkin. The real question was, though, what should they do about Lord Kolmar's Offering of Faith?
No matter which way the discussion turned, someone's eye always fell upon the gleaming hammer upon the magistrate's desk and the discussion began all over again. When they had demanded an Offering of Faith, they had expected the dwarf to return to his quarters to secure one. The lapse of time would have allowed them to gather their forces and arrest the dragonkin before anything could be produced. The immediate offering of Ikspar had thrown them completely off guard and ruined all their plans. The dragonkin was now so deeply embedded in Lord Kolmar's protection that they could not legally lift a finger against him unless the dragonkin proved dangerous-- an event they had hoped would have happened by now.
So they sat and they talked.
They had things to discuss with Lord Kolmar, important things. They needed his help in determining the true threat of the dragonkins in the southeast. It was the reason they had summoned him. But while they were indecisive about his charge, they could not bring up the mission they hoped he would agree to. They had to have his answer, first.
How much clout did Lord Kolmar have with them, exactly? How much did his word really mean across the dwarven kingdoms? Would they be digging their own graves if they offended him? Who would be offended in the process? Obviously, the great dwarven warrior and diplomat had mighty allies all across the continent and with many different peoples. His name brought fear and respect wherever it was uttered.
Finally, it was decided that while Lord Kolmar had a great deal of clout with them, he did not have enough to keep a dragonkin without a thorough investigation first. Especially not when a war between their kinds was so imminent! Once they could all agree to that, it didn't take long to also agree that a messenger and a squadron of Watchers should be dispatched to bring the dwarven lord and his three charges into the Council Chamber in order to meet them and settle this once and for all.
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A full week had passed since the elf maiden, soaked to the bone from the storm outside, had stumbled into the cave where he had taken shelter. How she and Malachi had lasted this long in the confines of stone when so much of the negativity in their lives had taken place in such, Kolmar knew not. But he honoured their endurance.
Malachi's wing continued mending until the bone grew strong enough to insist on getting exercise. Kolmar's knuckles were not as fortunate in a quick mending, his vigorous days of youth now far in the past. He kept them wrapped and stuffed in gloves when wandering the great halls, only allowing them to breathe freely when in his own house. Malachi's feathers, however, were not as patient. They fluttered and quivered, begging to be released from their restlessness. And so the dwarf did the only thing he could do-- convince the dragonkin to accompany him to the Tower Gardens on the mountain's peak for a brief flying session while he waited for his elf to awaken.
Kolmar's lips tightened into a grim line. His guests had more going on than he could imagine-- much more than Nekia had let on. Had he been premature in his gusto to protect them? No. They had been brought together for a reason. They had been placed under his protection for another reason and the Council was taking its time to come to a decision regarding the dragonkin for yet a third reason; obviously, for they accepted his Offering of Faith without even seeing the lad for themselves. No questions. Just eyes. And silence.
Taking care not to disturb the pair, the half-breed butler and his master slipped around Yuubi's fenced in garden and cautiously opened the terrace door to let themselves into the house. From there they parted ways-- Hoomite to the kitchen to find out why there was still light seeping out from under the door and Kolmar to his quarters to retire for the night. What time Malachi and Pencaliel came in from the damp evening, the dwarf did not know. He'd fallen fast asleep by the time the little maiden took enough courage to venture indoors and brave the gaping sky lights to get Malachi cleaned up and into his own bed.
---
The next several days passed much in the same way as the previous several days, although with a watchfulness and weariness that did not escape the dwarf lord's notice. The Druid steadily improved health-wise, which was a good thing, but her state of mind had taken a turn for the worse. Not that she grew mad or unreasonable, but Kolmar couldn't help but notice how she constantly looked over her shoulders, and when it was quiet, how her gaze frequently visited the nearest skylight. Malachi did not fare much better, his attention so thoroughly fixated upon her even if separated by layers of mountainous rock.
But somehow, everything continued on normally as well. The two spent many hours on the couch in the common room reading books. Kolmar passed by behind them one time, a smile on his face as he caught them reading the children's book on the creation of the world. Pencaliel held it reverently before her as Malachi's fingers awkwardly tugged on the paper tabs to make the stars appear in the dark sky. No doubt the lad had never seen such delicate details in a book before. The mechanisms fascinated the dragonkin as much as the story itself did, as it was related in the elf maiden's careful, lilting tone. They made quite the peaceful picture and Kolmar's smile broadened to see it. He did not want to intrude, however, so he hurried on past them on his way out the door to visit the lower levels and spread some cheer among the downtrodden.
Malachi was quite a mystery to him still. He'd been under the impression that the dragonkin was on the verge of truly opening up to him that night at the tavern, and if things had continued in the same way, he had no doubt that by the end of the week he'd have the full story behind those golden eyes. However, the Malachi that greeted him the morning after was a different man. Kolmar couldn't put his finger on what gave it away, but it was there all the same, and it wasn't because the elf now slept with the angelic canine guarding the foot of her bed instead of the winged one. It was so much deeper than that, something that dug down into the lad's core and spread across his features. Part of him feared that he would have to start all over again in digging beneath Malachi's defenses.
But as long as Malachi did not withdraw completely from the dwarf, he would not worry too much. And so he watched.
---
High above the rest of the world, or so it seemed, the Naazgard Council also watched the new additions to their fortress intently-- though it was through a distance. It had taken them most of the week to come to some decision on what course they should take with the dragonkin. The older members of the Council remembered vividly the War in which the refugee's kind had ruthlessly conquered their brethren and were cautious. The younger members had grown up within the wake of the War and eagerly turned their eyes upon a renewal of war to make their names, wanting nothing more than to imprison the dragonkin as a spy from the encroaching dragonkin settlement.
It was obvious the dragonkin could not stay. One in their midst was enough, and the shoemaker would get a hearty applause of approval if he packed up his shop and left their hallowed walls for good. No, they could not afford to be lenient to a second dragonkin. The real question was, though, what should they do about Lord Kolmar's Offering of Faith?
No matter which way the discussion turned, someone's eye always fell upon the gleaming hammer upon the magistrate's desk and the discussion began all over again. When they had demanded an Offering of Faith, they had expected the dwarf to return to his quarters to secure one. The lapse of time would have allowed them to gather their forces and arrest the dragonkin before anything could be produced. The immediate offering of Ikspar had thrown them completely off guard and ruined all their plans. The dragonkin was now so deeply embedded in Lord Kolmar's protection that they could not legally lift a finger against him unless the dragonkin proved dangerous-- an event they had hoped would have happened by now.
So they sat and they talked.
They had things to discuss with Lord Kolmar, important things. They needed his help in determining the true threat of the dragonkins in the southeast. It was the reason they had summoned him. But while they were indecisive about his charge, they could not bring up the mission they hoped he would agree to. They had to have his answer, first.
How much clout did Lord Kolmar have with them, exactly? How much did his word really mean across the dwarven kingdoms? Would they be digging their own graves if they offended him? Who would be offended in the process? Obviously, the great dwarven warrior and diplomat had mighty allies all across the continent and with many different peoples. His name brought fear and respect wherever it was uttered.
Finally, it was decided that while Lord Kolmar had a great deal of clout with them, he did not have enough to keep a dragonkin without a thorough investigation first. Especially not when a war between their kinds was so imminent! Once they could all agree to that, it didn't take long to also agree that a messenger and a squadron of Watchers should be dispatched to bring the dwarven lord and his three charges into the Council Chamber in order to meet them and settle this once and for all.
---
A full week had passed since the elf maiden, soaked to the bone from the storm outside, had stumbled into the cave where he had taken shelter. How she and Malachi had lasted this long in the confines of stone when so much of the negativity in their lives had taken place in such, Kolmar knew not. But he honoured their endurance.
Malachi's wing continued mending until the bone grew strong enough to insist on getting exercise. Kolmar's knuckles were not as fortunate in a quick mending, his vigorous days of youth now far in the past. He kept them wrapped and stuffed in gloves when wandering the great halls, only allowing them to breathe freely when in his own house. Malachi's feathers, however, were not as patient. They fluttered and quivered, begging to be released from their restlessness. And so the dwarf did the only thing he could do-- convince the dragonkin to accompany him to the Tower Gardens on the mountain's peak for a brief flying session while he waited for his elf to awaken.
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