"Teehehee! You're silly, for an elemental! You are her, at least apart of her!" Seama glowed brightly enough to light up the whole area of the fountain.
"Yup. She shaped me out of clay and gave me form. Then she came to the Realm, she gave me life and it felt really, really good!" Quake replied to Seama, "So, how do you know the Lady?"
"Why do you call her that?" Seama gave Quake a confused look.
"It's helps to tell us apart and it really annoys that drowling of a chronicler too." Quake could hear the sound of children coming in all directions headed north to the temple of Bahamut.
"Alyson came here for a few summers when she was little. The Bronze Man enjoyed her company and so did we all. Then we didn't see her anymore, and the Bronze Man was sad, so sad to not be able to be with his companion." Seama fluttered up and around Quake, "And then I heard him laugh! Really laugh! Oh my heart was glad again to hear him laugh! He loves Alyson. Her kind smile, her child like whims made him laugh and it was good."
Quake's jaw hit the ground with a thud, "Huh? He loves her? Like for real?"
"Oh, yes! Very much so! We hope that she will stay here in Asylum and keep him happy!" Seama giggled with joy.
The elemental stared at the fairy in shock. What she just heard floored her but after a few minutes she replied, "So, which way to Madame Mabels washer womens place?"
"This way! Follow me," Seama gingerly bobbed back and forth so Quake could keep pace.
Both Seama and Quake could hear whispers and giggles from children hiding in around the Commons as they approached Madame Mabel's place. "Stay on the path. Don't engage, just ignore them. Caliaphy gets upset when other people aren't apart of her games and interfere."
"Works for me. Honestly, I'm not in the mood to play games either. The Lady would really like to have her clothes cleaned and returned to her soon." Quake did her best not look and watch the children running around and having fun. At the fore front of the row of buildings sat Madame Mabel's washer womens place. The smell of steam and clean linens flapping from lines strung from the buildings to poles signified they were at the right place.
Seama snapped her fingers and the door opened. She went in first followed by Quake. An average, voluptuous red haired, green eyed woman approached the two of them. She looked more a like consort than a woman of business. "Aye! 'Ello, Can I help ye? Seama, my dear, who's your friend?"
Seama giggled and bowed before the woman, "Madame Mabel, this is Quake."
Speaking with an Irish accent and with a smile to match Madame Mabel, "Welcome to me establishment and business. What can I do for you?"
"The Lady would said you would know how to get these properly cleaned. The Bronze Man pranked her at the lagoon." Quake said sheepishly.
"The Lady?"
"Alyson has returned to Asylum. She came with her friends!" Seama beamed from ear to ear.
"Oh! I see! Well then, I'll have them cleaned right away." Madame Mabel took notice of Quake's strange features, "What are you...exactly supposed to be, lass?"
"An elemental dragon created by the lady. My first time attempt to polymorph to human didn't exactly go like it was supposed to happen." Quake sighed.
Madame Mabel placed a hand on the elemental's shoulder and winked, "You'll figure it out, lass. I bet the Bronze Man can help you out with that. Come on, this way. You can stay while Alyson's robes and gear get washed and cleaned and I'd like to hear how she's been all these years."
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Armendes teleported back down to the main entrance of the lighthouse next to Lazheros, "Hmph! You have the gall to COMMAND me? The nerve!"
The Bronze Man sighed heavily, "You did not help the situation, Armendes. The ranger made his choice. Leave him be."
"Fine!"
* Onureth-vaecaesin korth caexstyyr.* Lazheros told Armendes in draconic quietly and walked towards the spiral stairs to the upper levels.
Armendes scowled in protest and went into the library behind the bookshelf. He detested being over-ruled like that. He believed the ranger should own up to his heritage and accept his father's rule instead of being in exile. That's no life for a high born elf.
The Bronze Man walked to where to the room where Alyson slept. He opened the door and walked in. It was the same room, she had when she spent her summers here as a child. -Still asleep. As it should be.- Although he hadn't experienced her wrath on Earth after the way her parents had used her as a wild card in their eyes. He did feel the rage of a child back then. Her rage was potent and deadly. No one died according to what Madeous had told him but the very building was nearly liquefied and several people were sent to the hospital. Walking over to the window, he opened it to allow the cool night air flow in the room just enough. Glancing at her once more, he pulled the blanket up and covered her with it. Then left for the evening and quietly closed the door behind him.
Lazheros returned to his own chambers to meditate on the recent events of that day. His heart was filled with hope again. The elementalist had found her way back to Asylum without the help of Madeous. And she brought back the half orc, Bruno as well. He would read the report of Bruno's reconnaissance of the dreaded Black City in time. The surface thoughts that he had gleamed off of Alyson's friends told him much about that place, and how with luck they managed to survive and ultimately escape. The Black City itself in ruins and severally crippled Venger's war effort to conquer the Realm. He sensed someone in Alyson's room suddenly that was not there a second ago and went to investigate.
The main door of the lighthouse opened and elderly peasant man in robes entered. He looked about and admired the interior. Not too gaudy and simple display to guests alike. The man walked towards the spiral stairs and proceeded up to the second floor. He was passed by several attendees and servants who paid him no attention as they believed him to a resident of the city. Turning to the room where the elementalist slept, the door opened by itself and the man entered. The room was simple and meant for a small child not for a grown woman who slept soundly in the bed. The man smiled gently as he placed his hand on her forehead and whispered softly, *Vorelvoratrix wux. Ux darastrix.*
The elderly man withdrew his hand and turned towards the door with Lazheros standing in the threshold. The old man's blues shown through the shadow of his hood enough to inform the Bronze Man that he had no intention of harming Alyson but instead bestowed a blessing on her.
The Bronze Man stepped inside the room still facing the old man bowed before him with reverence knowing that this visitor was much more than he appeared to be.
The elderly man placed a hand on the bronze man's shoulder and in the common tongue, "Blessed are both of you this evening, Lazheros." With that he simply walked out the room and disappeared as if he was never there.
Alyson mumbled in her sleep, "Bahamut...."
The Bronze Man closed his eyes. He had a simple wish and now it had finally been granted. Smiling he neared the sleeping elementalist and brushed her hair back away from her face before returning once more to his own chambers.
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