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Wulver is in the building and word is they’re being forced to work together. You know, no biggie at all.”
“Later, Tec.” Fallon waved a quick goodbye before grabbing onto Laire and forcing the mage to get in step with her.
“You might want to stop the high school dramatics sometime,” he called after them, the British accent giving the words a superiority he may or may not have meant.
Laire turned to him, hand on hip in pure attitude even as she was being pulled along like a toddler. “All life is high school. For example, how late did you stay up playing video games last night?”
The last sight of him before they turned the corner included blush stained cheeks and a quick ducking of his head. Laire giggled. “I love geeks. They’re so easy.”
“Just be careful. We can’t afford for you to break him.”
They made their way to the main floor of the building. This area was a large circular room, with only a few offices connected to it. Here was for waiting for missions to begin, or the occasional downtime where large groups would hang together. Weapons and training were below, while work areas, meeting rooms, and a few apartments for temporary stays were above.
This time Aislynn was there, talking in easy, calm tones to a woman. The woman was taller than the elf and slender as a reed, dressed in a shirt and pants of midnight blue, her outfit and bearing reminiscent of the glamour of old movies, where women clothed their power in silks and sharp silhouettes. Her straight black hair shone like the night sky that was touched by the faintest hint of moonlight. Her skin looked like it had never seen the sun, and at their approach, eyes so light blue they almost merged into the surrounding white met theirs. Rule, the Master of Monsters, was indeed here.
“Master of Monsters,” Fallon greeted as they approached her.
Rule inclined her head, a queen’s graciousness in the gesture. “Dragon Slayer. It is good to see you again.”
“And you. What brings you here? We only knew to expect you, not the reasons for your arrival.” Sometimes Fallon could be as subtle as Laire. The nice thing was, Rule would take no notice to the bluntness of the question. Though she never displayed any overt crassness, the woman never worried whether she was getting or giving offense, though whether that was because she didn’t know or didn’t care was often debated.
As expected, Rule didn’t even give an arched eyebrow over the question. “The Seven Houses have asked for my assistance. I do not know the details yet, only that I am to meet with Lord Kyo.”
Aislynn cleared her throat and spoke up. “I’m to take her to Wulver so they can speak with Kyo together.”
“Oh, you’re going to be working with Wulver,” Fallon said, while behind Rule’s back, Laire gave a fist pump and then a told you finger pointing at Fallon.
“It would seem so,” Rule replied, and when she turned to look at Laire, Laire’s hands were behind her back and she had the Laire version of an innocent expression on her face. Which meant it wasn’t, but thank gods Rule was not strong on the social cues.
From above them dropped a creature the size of a pony, which landed in front of Rule. All three women made to grab their weapons before the creature wound around Rule’s feet and settled in front of her. As Rule didn’t seem surprised at this, in silent agreement the three went back to staring at it in horrified curiosity. After twenty seconds of dead silence, Laire exclaimed, “What in the four hells is that ?”
The creature which guarded the Master of Monsters was lion and raven and reptile, all feline grace and carrion cruelty, with the scent of magic seeped into its skin. Rule’s pale eyes warmed, the first hint of emotion since her arrival. “My Thantus. He was a wizard’s experiment before I found him.”
“Where is the wizard now?” ventured Aislynn.
“Digested.”
Before any further questions could be asked, Wulver came
“Later, Tec.” Fallon waved a quick goodbye before grabbing onto Laire and forcing the mage to get in step with her.
“You might want to stop the high school dramatics sometime,” he called after them, the British accent giving the words a superiority he may or may not have meant.
Laire turned to him, hand on hip in pure attitude even as she was being pulled along like a toddler. “All life is high school. For example, how late did you stay up playing video games last night?”
The last sight of him before they turned the corner included blush stained cheeks and a quick ducking of his head. Laire giggled. “I love geeks. They’re so easy.”
“Just be careful. We can’t afford for you to break him.”
They made their way to the main floor of the building. This area was a large circular room, with only a few offices connected to it. Here was for waiting for missions to begin, or the occasional downtime where large groups would hang together. Weapons and training were below, while work areas, meeting rooms, and a few apartments for temporary stays were above.
This time Aislynn was there, talking in easy, calm tones to a woman. The woman was taller than the elf and slender as a reed, dressed in a shirt and pants of midnight blue, her outfit and bearing reminiscent of the glamour of old movies, where women clothed their power in silks and sharp silhouettes. Her straight black hair shone like the night sky that was touched by the faintest hint of moonlight. Her skin looked like it had never seen the sun, and at their approach, eyes so light blue they almost merged into the surrounding white met theirs. Rule, the Master of Monsters, was indeed here.
“Master of Monsters,” Fallon greeted as they approached her.
Rule inclined her head, a queen’s graciousness in the gesture. “Dragon Slayer. It is good to see you again.”
“And you. What brings you here? We only knew to expect you, not the reasons for your arrival.” Sometimes Fallon could be as subtle as Laire. The nice thing was, Rule would take no notice to the bluntness of the question. Though she never displayed any overt crassness, the woman never worried whether she was getting or giving offense, though whether that was because she didn’t know or didn’t care was often debated.
As expected, Rule didn’t even give an arched eyebrow over the question. “The Seven Houses have asked for my assistance. I do not know the details yet, only that I am to meet with Lord Kyo.”
Aislynn cleared her throat and spoke up. “I’m to take her to Wulver so they can speak with Kyo together.”
“Oh, you’re going to be working with Wulver,” Fallon said, while behind Rule’s back, Laire gave a fist pump and then a told you finger pointing at Fallon.
“It would seem so,” Rule replied, and when she turned to look at Laire, Laire’s hands were behind her back and she had the Laire version of an innocent expression on her face. Which meant it wasn’t, but thank gods Rule was not strong on the social cues.
From above them dropped a creature the size of a pony, which landed in front of Rule. All three women made to grab their weapons before the creature wound around Rule’s feet and settled in front of her. As Rule didn’t seem surprised at this, in silent agreement the three went back to staring at it in horrified curiosity. After twenty seconds of dead silence, Laire exclaimed, “What in the four hells is that ?”
The creature which guarded the Master of Monsters was lion and raven and reptile, all feline grace and carrion cruelty, with the scent of magic seeped into its skin. Rule’s pale eyes warmed, the first hint of emotion since her arrival. “My Thantus. He was a wizard’s experiment before I found him.”
“Where is the wizard now?” ventured Aislynn.
“Digested.”
Before any further questions could be asked, Wulver came
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