[center][h1]Vrondi City[/h1][/center]
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[color=8e9db6]"I am pleased fine knight. Continue to guide me to your destination."[/color] She let Mason march ahead. She motioned for Ami to walk with her. 
[color=8e9db6]"Aaah. A title. One given proudly to a gifted Sol."[/color] She took the time to walk. Her bare feet gently touching the ground with each step. Her clothes continued to dance as if they were air born, her body seeming as light as a feather. Walking as if floating, or floating as if walking. Keeping up a steady pace behind Mason but still moving slowly she began to observe the environment and people in it. Most whom waved merrily. There were people dancing and singing around the entire city. 

[color=8e9db6]"How rare it is to find you about these low city streets. Though it has been a handful of decades since I've stepped foot here."[/color] She spoke. Folding her hands neatly to her pelvis she let her dress and hair dance gently in the elegant breeze as if they were in water. Her eyes were nearly piercing with the hint of red from the sun's slowly descending orange glare. She walked side by side with the young Sol. [color=8e9db6]"I trust you're being treated well. I can tell you're a lot like me when I was younger. Gifted. Used..."[/color] With that said they came to the loud crowds of the royals and upper class who were frolicking outside the castle walls. This upper district was soon given a display of fireworks. Their loud bangs shocking most of those not from Fotia who have not seen such brilliance.

Illia stopped Mason with a hand on his shoulder. [color=8e9db6]"Wait one moment. This is fascinating!"[/color] Like a child she looked up in awe at the exploding colors. [color=8e9db6]"I see no magic in these spells being cast. Just what could this be?"[/color] She asked aloud. None could answer but a Fotian Tyro who carried a few of the round shaped explosives. "These are color sparks. Made from the exploding material we got plenty of!" He chuckled before continuing his way with his explosives on a wagon. She held a finger to her chin in thought. [color=8e9db6]"I don't see the point in not using magic. Have the scholars lost their way?"[/color] She asked aloud again shaking her head. [color=8e9db6]"Lets continue shall we?"[/color]

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Czigani's mother sat with her close family. Only the other royals of Fotia who were not related laughed and enjoyed themselves to the fullest. She saw her daughter scurry away in her draped garment. Her eyes widened in fear as she neared the tables of food and other royals. Though they weren't Fotian she still felt they may trouble her. She sighed with relief once she left though. Her daughter was safe for now it seemed. She held her arms. The parts where her daughter's sweaty dirty body hugged her for the last time. 

But as Czigani walked down the halls she was observed by the guards and servants with queer looks on their faces. Very few royals hid their appearance unless for ceremony. Being on alert but discouraged from offending the royals they kept an eye on her but their mouths remained shut. But other royals began to pass by. Some from neither Fotia or Vrondi. Seeing her strange appearance made them question her out rightly. [color=#DF4687]"Who may this be I wonder? Never have I seen a Vrondian so over dressed."[/color] The hand of Lord Eros touched her garment with a pinch of its fabric by the shoulders. 

Eros's small entourage of Tearian royals laughed. But he was not yet satisfied as he attempted to look beneath the hood a little. [color=#DF4687]"Are you perhaps a servant?"[/color]He asked incredulously. But his face softened up with a smile. [color=#DF4687]"Perhaps you would like to accompany me and my guests to a private hall."[/color] 

[color=#DF4687][i]There will be a bath there you can use.[/i][/color] He whispered to her ear gently. 

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Mason would come to the front gates after the three walked several flights of stairs. Illia took the effort to do so as to continue walking besides Ami and listening to what else she had to say. The question of. [color=8e9db6]"Are you married yet?"[/color] Came up. Illia seemed amused by this question, saying [color=8e9db6]"This handsome knight is VERY brave. Perhaps he will do?"[/color] She said, half whispering behind Mason's back. But eventually they came to the guarded gates. Large seraphim knights stood at the ready. Their armor and weapons, wings and height all being finely detailed and huge. They made an X formation before the front doors which stretched 30 feet high. [b]"Stop. May we see your entrance passes."[/b] They said in unison.

Illia stepped forward before Mason could speak. [color=8e9db6]"I am Illia Illumi. The Seer of All. This is my friend, Ami Lovegood. I sense your fear for her safety, she is safe with us. Do not worry."[/color] She spoke the last sentence in a demanding tone. Her eyes flashing a bright white before returning to normal. The two knights bowed, dropping their weapons on the ground. They both reached one hand to slide the door open with a slow stone creep as it dragged along the floor. Illia gave Ami a glance and a mischievous smirk after this. It was fun for her. Once the gates were open the three would be met with a beautiful hall. It housed plants and tirelessly polished stone marbles met on fine rugs. Along the walls were various paintings of massive proportions of various Vrondian leaders. But above it all was of the King himself, almost like a sun his painting represented his desire to shine light on the world. 

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"This way please." A servant beckoned with a overtly cheery chime in his voice. He had small wings on his back and a single polished horn on his head. He walked with a fast but meticulously formed walk. Opening this time to much smaller doors he let them observe the large banquet hall. Food was everywhere and so were royals. These were the top elites of this world and they were all together eating and drinking. Illia came in without a notice, many were just as elegant and fair. Though the party was well on its way and a few men were eager to make her and Ami's acquaintance. Their drunken coyote eyes staring from afar at the two maidens and their seraphim knight.

[i]See what that is walking with the Lovegood child.[/i] A mental communication was pressed into the mind of Garret. Though he was not a Sol he could still receive these mental intrusions. Though they were portrayed as messages and nothing more by the Sol who made use of it. [i]Please tell me you remember who that was? The one who just came in.[/i] The voice went on. It was the voice he should recognize of a slightly higher ranked member who was also a trusted Vrondian Knight. He stood observing it all from where none could see. While his subordinates did the ground work. [i]Ask for their citizenship badges and escort the Lovegood girl back to her room after the banquet is over.[/i]
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