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Nathaniel Stormlight



Location: The streets of Dawnhaven.



Following the direction given by the bystander, Nathaniel trudged through the thick, powdery snow that blanketed the ground, each step a laborious effort. The gentle warmth he had felt in the Eye of the Beholder, a renowned establishment renowned for its warmth and hospitality, was now a distant memory, fading away like the light of the sun at dusk. The chill seeped through his boots, coaxing him into a rhythm, his feet stomping heavily against the snowy path. He struggled to maintain his balance, and on more than one occasion, the slippery surface almost betrayed him, causing him to lurch awkwardly to the side.

Bringing his hands together in a futile attempt to fend off the cold, he noticed they were beginning to feel numb and stiff again. With each exhale, his breath crystallized in the frigid air, forming ethereal fog clouds that danced briefly before vanishing. Feeling the magic within him resonate, he concentrated, channelling it to gradually build up some warmth within his core. As he did so, the chilling cold that had enveloped him mercilessly began to dissipate, at least for the moment, offering him a reprieve. The thought crossed his mind that he was wasting valuable magical abilities on such a trivial endeavour, and he could almost hear the scolding voice of his family reminding him of his responsibilities. Yet, with an understanding sigh, he reminded himself that this was only a passing moment—a fleeting indulgence.

“Eris!?” he shouted into the wind, letting his voice carry across the vast, snow-covered landscape, waiting expectantly for a response that didn’t come.

Just as he braced himself to call her name again, a figure unexpectedly emerged from a nearby heavy, wooden door, catching him off guard. Colliding with Nathaniel, he stumbled slightly, his boots slipping in the snow, but he quickly regained his footing. He had been prepared to snap at the intruder for startling him, but before he could formulate a response, the stranger spoke up, offering an unanticipated apology that caught Nathaniel off guard.

Despite his initial irritation, Nathaniel couldn’t help but notice the air of nobility that surrounded this unfamiliar man. Though he didn’t know him, there was an undeniable elegance to his demeanour, one that suggested he was well-acquainted with privilege. A faint hint of perfume, more flowery and feminine than that of any noble daughters he had encountered at previous gatherings, wafted toward him, further piquing his interest.

Although Nathaniel didn’t recognize the man, the stranger seemed to hold a familiarity that left Nathaniel feeling at a disadvantage. The noble spoke of the beautiful youths participating in the Aurelia contest and referenced Nathaniel’s status as the runner-up, sparking memories he had tried to push aside. The recollection of the contest flooded back with vivid clarity: awkward conversations, forced smiles, and the constant sensation of being on display, all of which made him feel annoyed since the entire ordeal was orchestrated by his older sister, Isabelle. Winning had never truly mattered to him; murmurs had swirled among the aristocracy regarding bribery for votes that had elevated the eventual victor. What had that winner’s name been? He closed his eyes briefly, and suddenly it erupted forth from the recesses of memory: Ayel Raunefeldt.

” You are correct about my losing the contest,” Nathaniel replied, his tone weary yet polite as he played along with the noble's overture. “But then again, we would stood no chance against the Prince of Aurelia, if he wanted to take part of he wasn't busy.” he added with a light chuckle, attempting to brush aside some of Ayel's self-satisfied bragging. Yet, just as he began to pivot the conversation, Ayel posed a question that made Nathaniel pause.

“No, nothing like that,” Nathaniel replied, a realization dawning. He was burning time standing here. “I was trying to catch up to someone important.” Perhaps it was true; after all, time pressed upon him. As he refocused on Ayel, fleeting memories surfaced regarding their families—both from prestigious backgrounds, his family well-known for their extensive trading company with which Nathaniel’s family had frequently done business. However, when Ayel declared himself to be the Prince's best friend, it struck Nathaniel as absurd, a flagrant embellishment. Still, he refrained from calling him out, sensing it was wiser to hold his tongue and avoid any potential insult.

With moments ticking away, he felt the urgency of his task bearing down on him.”I’m very sorry, Ayel,” he said earnestly, pivoting away from the man who was beginning to feel more like an obstacle. “But I’m in a hurry and need to act fast.”

Almost absentmindedly, he noticed Ayel extending his hand, a gesture of camaraderie and formality, wanting to shake. Nathaniel, quick-thinking and creative, conjured a low-level psychic spell, crafting an invisible hand that briefly grasped Ayel’s before releasing it.

”Eris!?” he shouted again, this time with greater determination as he quickened his pace, leaving the noble behind in the snow-draped silence, the chill reasserting itself as he moved forward, intent on finding his companion.



Interactions/Mentions: Eris @The Muse Ayel @Dezuel


Nathaniel Stormlight



Location: Eye of the Beholder.



During Nathaniel's dance with the new woman, an entirely different sensation washed over him compared to his previous encounters with Eris. That wasn’t just a fleeting thrill; it was an electric spark that pulsed between them, though he recognized that it wasn't his magical affinity for electricity at play. As the rhythm of their movements swelled, the experience fell short, dimly lit by the lingering shadow of his thoughts about Eris.

Every so often, he found himself stealing glances toward the booth where Eris had been seated. A wave of uncertainty washed over him—had she been wishing to ask him to go to the dance floor once more? Just as he allowed the thought to take root, his dance partner’s voice broke through his reverie, forcing him to refocus on her elegant form. ”Oh.” he stammered, clearing his throat with a sharp cough, as if to shake off the tendrils of distraction that had ensnared him. “I’ve spent years honing my skills as a noble from a prestigious family.” The memory of his childhood lessons resurfaced, vividly depicting a stern teacher whose relentless guidance on posture and poise echoed in his mind. If only she could witness his current finesse amidst the twinkling lights and swirling music.

Suddenly jolted back into the moment, Nathaniel felt a flush of pride as his partner remarked on his ability, claiming he was quite a catch. “Thank you,” he replied, a small smile breaking through. Yet, beneath his shimmering façade, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him—was this discontent arising solely from the fact that he was not dancing with Eris? His gaze drifted beyond the booth, searching for her familiar figure, only to find her absence strikingly isolating. His heart raced as unease began to set in; where could she have vanished to? He felt an urgent need to take action.

”I apologize for this” he murmured, his voice edged with sincerity as he gently relinquished his partner’s hand. “I must go after my fellow Sage.” He took a step back, executing a polite bow as he instinctively adjusted his coat, steeling himself for the chaotic world outside.

The cold air hit him like a splash of ice water, the chill seeping through his clothes and sending shivers across his skin, making each breath rise in frosty tendrils. ”A woman just left the tavern. Which way did she go?” he asked a bystander. They pointed down the street. "The Sage went that way. Back to the Alchemic Chambers. She looked a little upset." The bystander said before walking away. Goosebumps prickled across his arms as he concentrated, honing in on Eris's magical signature, a guiding beacon in the frigid. But more to double-check that his information was indeed correct. There she is. he thought, a surge of relief coursing through him like fire as he quickened his pace, determined to close the distance between them.



Interactions/Mentions: Eris @The Muse Daphne @PrinceAlexus


Nathaniel Stormlight



Location: Eye of the Beholder.



With a soft sigh, Nathaniel sank into the worn leather booth, its textured surface cool and cracked beneath him, imbuing the moment with a rich sense of history. The air was thick with the warm, spiced aroma of mead, a sweet melody that danced alongside the faint tendrils of smoke from the flickering torches adorning the tavern’s stone walls. Directly in front of him, a lively puppet show that captured the attention of the crowd had come to an end. The torchlights around the tavern coated its patrons in a warm, inviting glow as everyone continued celebrating with booze and food.

He lifted his chilled metal mug of mead to his lips, feeling the cold surface and the weight of it in his hand—the aroma of the beverage within. As he took a hearty sip. The blend of flavours that filled his mouth and soothed his senses. Then, an unsettling sensation prickled at the back of his neck, urging him to halt mid-sip. With a mix of curiosity and concern, he turned his head to the left.

His gaze landed on Eris, who sat next to him in the booth, subtly illuminated by the soft glow of the tavern’s light. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves, framing her face. She averted her gaze, her composure faltering as she became captivated by the tankard cradled nervously between her fingers. Nathaniel’s brow furrowed as he looked at her, the way her fingers traced the rim of the tankard rhythmically and anxiously.

Something is wrong. He thought. Just as he opened his mouth to voice his concerns, a sudden clamour erupted, drawing his attention.

Turning toward the source of the noise, Nathaniel's eyes were drawn to an imposing figure who stood in front of him. A woman clad in intricately designed armour that shimmered like a mirror under the soft, flickering light of the torches. Each crafted plate caught the kaleidoscope of colours and blurry reflections of other patrons dancing from the flames of the torches and light, reflecting hues that shimmered. An undeniable authority radiated from her presence, the same dedication that resonated with Nathaniel's magical studies. Her striking violet eyes, glimmering fiercely.

Her voice flowed effortlessly, She extended an invitation to dance, Leaving Nathaniel momentarily speechless. Did she see the moment he shared with Eris? A wave of confusion rippled through him at first. However, it was swiftly eclipsed by an ingrained sense of duty stemming from his noble lineage—a part of him that insisted one must never decline a lady's request. That would seem unfair since he had only just met Eris and danced with her.

With a practised smile, he replied, ”Of course.” Beneath the polished exterior, however, an instinctive conflict twisted in his chest. Leaning slightly toward Eris, he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper tinged with concern, “I’m sorry about this. I won’t be long. I want to discuss the research with you more later.”

As he pushed himself up from the booth, an unexpected sensation surged through him, creeping up his spine and settling deep in the back of his mind. It was as if an electric shiver of awareness awakened within him—What was that feeling just now? he wondered. Was it the anxiety of leaving Eris for another dance? Especially with another woman? Or had their previous dance sparked an elusive connection? Whatever it was, it made his heart race. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard against the dryness that threatened to overwhelm him. He cast one small glance at Eris before his attention shifted back to the armoured woman standing before him; he needed complete focus.

”Ready when you are, Miss?” Nathaniel prompted, an air of formality mixed into his words as he sought to uncover her name amidst the haze of tangled emotions swirling within. Though he projected an exterior filled with resolve, beneath the surface, a tempest of uncertainty brewed.



Interactions: Eris @The Muse Daphne @PrinceAlexus



Nathaniel & Eris



Location: Eye of the Beholder | Collaboration with @The Muse




Eris carefully folded up her notes, tucking them neatly into her coat pocket before glancing at Flynn, who remained seated. He had asked for a moment to process the news, and she didn’t blame him. What she had told him was monumental—the first discovery of its kind and, more importantly, it held a sliver of hope for the Prince’s fate. It was pure excitement for her, but for him, it meant something greater.

Meeting Flynn’s gaze, she offered an empathetic smile before exiting the back room, leaving him alone with his thoughts. As she turned down a hallway, the sound of lively music and the happy buzz of people steadily grew louder. A smile tugged at her lips, and she allowed herself to soak in the warmth and energy of the place. It had been too long since she had heard the sounds of celebration.

As she stepped into the common room, she paused, her attention drawn to the bard who had taken control of the room. To her surprise, it was a blight-born playing the violin, and for a brief moment, it caught her off guard. She quickly chastised herself—why wouldn't a blight-born be able to play? They had once been human, after all. From a nearby corner, she heard someone call his name—Aldrick Corveaux. The name struck a chord; she had heard it before, though she'd never seen him in person. Despite all the changes he had to endure, she was glad to see that his talent had remained intact.

Suddenly hearing a voice beside her, Eris jumped slightly, her body instinctively tensing. She quickly turned to see a tall brunette in Lunarian armor. A soft laugh escaped her, mostly at her own startled reaction, and she offered an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn’t notice you there!" she said, trying to shake off the surprise.

As Daphne spoke, Eris’ lighthearted smile slowly turned into a frown. "I’ll make sure to check in on her soon, though I'm not sure when she'll be back."

The reminder of Sya's new tail sent a shiver down her spine, but a pang of guilt settled in her chest at the mention of Sya leaving upset. Had that been her fault? It was hard to wrap her head around the idea that Sya could change like that—not just once, but apparently twice? It felt so bizarre, but she realized she’d have to look into it further. It was her job, after all. Still, the thought of investigating further made her stomach twist. Why did Sya’s change have to be snake-like? She’d have to suck it up and confront her fears eventually, but… not now.

"It's nice to meet you, Daphne. I’m Eris." she introduced herself, trying to keep her tone light. "Unfortunately, I have someone waiting for me, so… I’ll see you around.” With a reassuring nod, she excused herself.

Searching the room, she quickly spotted Nathaniel still at the booth where she’d left him. The waitress had just stepped away, and Eris slid back into the seat across from him, her excitement barely contained. The news she was holding felt like it was too big for her body, like it might burst out if she didn’t share it with someone who would truly understand.

“You came to town at the perfect time,” she said, her face practically glowing with joy. “The Prince is going to put together a crew to head into the blight lands to test my discovery—and you’ll get to come with me.” She took a sip of water, letting the weight of her words sink in, her eyes carefully watching to gauge his reaction.

The thought of leading an expedition to test her findings was thrilling—and absolutely terrifying. It had been so long since she’d ventured beyond the safety of Dawnhaven's walls. Hell, she had barely left the Alchemy Chambers.

Nathaniel's attention was drawn away from the lively music filling the tavern to Eris, who had returned to sit with him. She appeared to be filled with a mix of joy and fear as she mentioned that he had arrived at the right time. With raised eyebrows and an intrigued expression, Nathaniel took a sip of his mead before responding, ”An Expedition. Into the Blightlands." He said with a hint of curiosity. From looking at her expression. There was joy but also nervousness. It was evident that Eris sought his company to help keep her at ease. Otherwise, it would be unique to ask an almost stranger to a dangerous place.

”I'd love to be a part of this expedition. Do you know when it will take place?" he said to her without giving it much thought.

Eris shook her head at his question, “Not yet. I’m sure we’ll hear from the Prince about it soon.” she said as she pulled out her notes, spreading them on the table top. The music and chatter of the tavern buzzed around them, but Eris leaned in closer to make it easier for Nathaniel to hear her soft spoken voice. As Eris laid her notes on the table, Nathaniel quickly moved the beverages to prevent them from spilling on her notes.

“I’ve been working on this during the blizzard,” she began, gesturing to her scribbled notes. Over a few minutes, she explained her trials and errors over the last week, until she finally tapped on the diagram that she had shown to Flynn earlier. "This blood I studied—it reacts to light magic." she explained, “You were right, there’s something there.” she locked eyes with him from across the table, “It points to the blight like a compass. I’ve never seen anything like it.” She leaned back slightly, watching Nathaniel's reaction, eager to hear his thoughts.

With the notes laid out in front of him, Eris explained what she had been doing during the blizzard. It all made sense to him now. Her unusual appearance when he first met her. She was performing research throughout the week. ”May I?” he asked, gently picking up a piece of parchment with her notes on it "So this is why you needed to speak to the Prince so urgently – you found something."

Looking through her notes, Nathaniel noticed that they were immaculate. Most journals he had read about research on the blight were always written in broken sentences and in poor handwriting.

After putting the parchment back with the others, he followed where she pointed. As she continued speaking, he heard her say that he was right about his theory. Their eyes locked as he listened to her every word. ”Interesting. This is a big discovery,” he remarked. More ideas flooded his mind regarding why the blood acted like a compass. "Perhaps since we haven't had real sunlight in such a long time, that's probably why the blight blood acted this way. I have a couple more theories as to why." he mused with a smile. This was amazing progress.

”Hopefully, this expedition bears some fruit,” he softly spoke to her, pushing the spare tankard of mead to her. ” A discovery like this deserves celebration, no?”

Eris glanced at the tankard, her fingers lightly brushing the cool metal handle in thought. She couldn’t help but wonder what time of day it was—it couldn’t have been more than 10am, could it? It was so hard to tell time these days. Shifting her gaze toward a nearby window, all she saw was the soft, flickering glow of torches surrounding the inn and the gentle fall of snowflakes. Time had become elusive in this eternal darkness—morning no longer felt the same. The thought almost felt laughable now.

Her eyes drifted across the tavern, and she noted that others were already partaking in alcohol, as if it were natural to drink at this hour. She glanced back to Nathaniel, realizing he had likely been doing the same. She bit her lip to suppress a smile, then looked back at the mead. ’Why not?’ He was right—this discovery was worth celebrating, even if it meant day drinking. It had been too long since she let herself indulge in such a way. ‘If not now, when?’

With a small, amused smile, she picked up the tankard and took a cautious sip, immediately scrunching her nose at the bitter taste. She couldn’t help but laugh at her own reaction. “How do people actually think this tastes good?” she teased, but nevertheless, she took another sip, pushing past the bitterness. “Maybe it gets better with each drink?” she added with a giggle and a playful grin, feeling the warmth of the moment start to wash over her.

Nathaniel let out a light chuckle at her comment about the first sip from her tankard. “Sometimes it's based on the person who is drinking it,” he said with another small laugh as she mentioned that it took time to appreciate the drink. After that, he took a sip of his drink.

Her attention shifted toward the blight-born bard, Aldrick, who was still captivating the room with his music. She bopped her head in time with the music for a few moments before turning back to Nathaniel. “Have you ever seen Aldrick play in person before?” she asked, leaning in just a bit.

Listening to the blight-blorn bard's captivating melody, the entire tavern erupted in dancing and singing. Even Nathaniel found himself caught up in the rhythm, moving his head with the music and tapping his finger on the table to keep time. He caught a glimpse of Eris, her body swaying gently to the tune. When their eyes met, Nathaniel offered her a warm smile and responded to her question.

”No, this is the first time I've seen him in person,” he replied, turning his attention back to the bard, who was becoming harder to see as nearly all the patrons were dancing and cheering. "I almost met him at a noble party, but I didn't go." He paused, trying to recall which noble party it had been.

"I can't remember which one it was,” he said, a smile spreading across his face as a loud cheer erupted— the bard was about to play one of his famous songs. As the music began, some of the crowd sang along, their voices more enthusiastic than in tune with the violin's sound, adding to the fun. "Have you seen him live before?” he asked her.

Eris shook her head, "No, I’ve never seen him play live before either," she admitted, "I've only heard stories about his talent. It’s amazing to finally witness it for myself!" The music wrapped around her, and she couldn't help but sway a little in her seat, caught up in the moment.

The music was becoming infectious as people from other booths around began to leave their seats and started to dance and cheer with each other around the bard. Feeling a bit bold and daring, Nathaniel stepped out from the booth and walked around the table to Eris' side. Once there, he bowed gracefully, extending his hand to her ”Would you care to dance with me, Eris?” he said with a warm smile. "You can hardly contain yourself sitting in that booth, so how about we dance for a little while for fun?"

Eris felt a flutter of nervousness as Nathaniel extended his hand, the warmth of his smile igniting something within her that she didn’t quite recognize. For a brief moment, she hesitated, her mind racing. Memories of her mother’s extravagant parties flooded her mind. She had been trained in the art of dance, of course, but she rarely enjoyed it. Instead, she often escaped to her room in secret, choosing the company of books or the pursuit of her magic over the party. Her brother had always been the one to shine in those social settings, captivating everyone with his charisma while she lingered in the background, unsure of herself.

The infectious energy of the tavern, the laughter, and the music brought her back to present time, beckoning her to join. Taking a deep breath, she took a large sip of the mead for courage, and met Nathaniel’s eyes. “Well, I suppose a little fun wouldn’t hurt.” she said, a playful smile spreading across her face as she removed the fiery coat that Ashe had given her and laid on the seat back.

Placing her hand in his, she felt a rush of excitement as she stood up from the booth and stepped out onto the dance floor beside him. As they began to move with the rhythm, Eris felt a weight slowly beginning to lift off her shoulders. This was what she had been missing—a moment of pure joy and spontaneity. Perhaps this time, she could allow herself to embrace it.

With her hand nestled warmly in his, Nathaniel felt the gentle touch of her soft palm and delicate fingers against his. Each step they took together toward the dance floor felt deliberate, almost sacred. The quiet intimacy they had shared in the booth began to dissolve into the background as he recalled his last dance—just before he left his family home in Aurelia. That farewell gathering, orchestrated by his mother, had been an extravagant affair filled with nobles, many of whom had brought their daughters, eager for a fleeting connection. They were unsuccessful in their attempts.

As they arrived on the dance floor, Nathaniel raised his hand above Eris's head, inviting her to twirl. She spun gracefully, her dress swirling around her like a blooming flower. He felt an irresistible urge to pull her closer, their bodies naturally aligning as he guided her into a fluid stance. With his left hand cradling her right, his right rested confidently on the curve of her waist. The elegance of her slightly askew dress whispered of nobility, catching the light with every subtle movement.

Eris felt a rush of warmth as Nathaniel’s hand rested on her waist, making her suddenly hyper-aware of everything that was imperfect about her. Her hair wasn’t styled, the edges of her dress were still damp from falling in the snow, and she was sure the exhaustion of the past week was most likely still reflecting on her face. This wasn’t how she’d been trained on how to present herself in front of strangers, especially fellow nobility. Her mother would’ve forcefully removed her from the tavern if she could’ve seen.

Lost in her thoughts, she missed a step and stumbled slightly, her foot catching awkwardly against his. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced up at Nathaniel, embarrassed. But his hand remained steady on her waist, guiding her with confidence, and she quickly found her footing again, easing back into the rhythm. Despite her inner worries, Nathaniel seemed unbothered, his focus entirely on their dance. His calm, reassuring presence helped ease the tension, and she allowed herself to settle into the moment. Clearly, he was more experienced in this sort of thing than she was.

As they began to sway to the rhythm of the music, Nathaniel leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. You'll be okay,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes once more. This shared gaze held an unspoken warmth as if the rest of the world had dissolved into a gentle blur around them.

When Nathaniel leaned in, Eris felt a sudden, unexpected tingling sensation ripple through her, sending warm shivers down her spine. She blinked up at him, her heart skipping a beat as their eyes locked. His quiet murmur making butterflies flutter wildly in her stomach. A blush deepened on her cheeks, but she managed a small smile, nodding in response.

It had been such a long time since she had let any man this close to her, the realization struck her. How strange it was to share an intimate moment with someone she had only just met. And yet, it felt more natural than all those forced dances at the lavish parties of her youth.

As Nathaniel guided her, his touch gentle but reassuring, the initial nervousness began to fade. Her steps became lighter, more graceful, and her mind quieted as she followed his lead. She wasn’t thinking about the imperfections anymore, nor the uncertainty of why she had allowed herself to share this moment with him. All that mattered now was the moment.

A smile of pure happiness danced across Nathaniel’s lips, buoyed by the joy of their connection. He had expected her to be a skilled dancer, given her noble upbringing, and she did not disappoint. They twirled and glided effortlessly. Time felt as it was slowing down, the music becoming a backdrop to their shared moment.

As he spun her under the dim, flickering lights, Nathaniel noticed a few patrons watching with interest, their curiosity piqued. “It seems we have some observers,” he remarked, a playful grin spreading across his face as they continued to dance together.

For a while, Eris was entirely lost in their dance. The gentle sway of their movements, the rhythm of the music, and the feeling of being so close to someone—she hadn’t realized how much she had missed moments like this. It was freeing, almost dreamlike, until Nathaniel's voice broke through.

Her heart skipped as she glanced around, noticing a few patrons watching them.The sudden awareness made her feel self-conscious again. For a moment, she wondered if it was right for the lead sage of Dawnhaven to be enjoying herself so openly, in a tavern of all places. Shouldn’t she be back in the Alchemy Chambers, preparing for the expedition or continuing her research? What if people judged her for this? What if she was seen as unprofessional, letting herself get too caught up in the moment?

Something in the back of her mind warned that this was wrong, that she should cut it short and return to her notes, to the familiar world of research and study where she felt safe. But something else inside her, something deeper, urged her to stay. This didn’t feel wrong, even though her mind tried to convince her otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, Eris allowed herself to sink back into Nathaniel’s embrace, her body relaxing into the rhythm of the dance once more. What did it matter if people were watching? She would deal with any consequences later. With a small, defiant smile, she returned her focus to Nathaniel, willing herself to be fully present with him.

After some time, Nathaniel tenderly moved his hand from her waist to cradle her cheek, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “There we go.” he added, ”I’m glad I got to meet you outside of our parents' arrangements. Here is to good times together.” his gaze locked onto hers, a promise of more to come between them. Even if the start was a bit shaky and embarrassing it seemed the duo had gotten over it.

Feeling Nathaniel’s touch against her face, Eris felt another flurry of butterflies in her stomach all over again, a tingling sensation left from where his hands touched her skin. The way his gaze locked onto hers made her heart beat faster.

“I’m glad I got to meet you too…” She replied softly, almost breathless, though she wasn’t sure if it was from the dancing or from whatever it was that Nathaniel was making her feel.

The music was beginning to fade as the bard prepared to move on to the next song, but all Eris could focus on was Nathaniel—his deep green eyes, his dark hair, and the curve of his lips…

But then, a sudden shout abruptly shattered the moment when someone from across the tavern yelled out to announce a puppet show. Eris tensed, her body instinctively pulling back from Nathaniel as she turned to see who had interrupted the music. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted the blonde man she had mistaken for the Prince earlier, his loud voice commanding the attention of the room.

She briefly glanced at Nathaniel, confusion in her eyes, before she returned her attention to the front of the tavern. Without a word, she stood beside him to watch the show that was about to begin. The carefree warmth of their dance was quickly replaced with a growing sense of unease as the blonde man began to tell his tale, and Eris couldn’t help but feel that something strange was about to unfold.

After being broken from that hypothetical musical moment he was having with his dance partner. His attention followed the same direction as everyone else's. A blonde young man was standing at the front. He seemed to have caught the attention of quite a few. That was fun while it lasted.

He thought as if wanting to have that spur-of-the-moment still going. There was no way it could be replicated, it felt too natural. Like they had known each other all their life.

Nathaniel's gaze shifted back to Eris, the fatigue that she once had beforehand was beginning to show once more. He took hold of her hand, his fingers interlocking with hers. "Let's sit back in the booth. We can watch the show from there.” He suggested it to her.

Eris felt a jolt of surprise as Nathaniel intertwined his fingers with hers. Yet she didn't resist, allowing herself to be led back to the booth, her heart fluttering slightly.

Once back at the booth, Eris' coat that she had taken off was still there. Nathaniel let Eris sit down into the booth, instead of sitting opposite her like they were before. He sat next to her. There was enough room for them to see the puppet show as it began to unfold.

Seated, Eris couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of her eye, trying to process the way he had effortlessly shifted the atmosphere between them. As Nathaniel settled beside her, a flutter of nervousness danced in her stomach, and she silently cursed herself for feeling it at all. What was going on?! This wasn’t like her. It had to be the lack of sleep… right?

As the blonde man began to speak theatrically, Eris turned her full attention on him, curious to hear how the story would end. The tale itself was unfamiliar to her, even with all her years of studying history or folklore, which was odd. Nonetheless, he was undoubtedly a skilled storyteller. Not only the children were captivated by him.

With a dramatic flourish, the man called out to the Prince to join him on stage, which caused Eris to raise a brow. She hadn’t noticed Flynn enter the room, but as she followed the gaze of the blonde man, she spotted him. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched the Prince, wondering if he would play along. She could imagine him trying to maintain his composure while navigating this stranger's antics, and she found herself hoping he’d embrace the spontaneity of the moment like she had.



Mentions: Aldrick@SpicyMeatball, Gadez @Dezuel, Daphne@PrinceAlexus


Nathaniel Stormlight



Outside Eye of the Beholder.


Mentions: Eris, Flynn@The Muse Aldrick@Spicymeatball



Sitting at that booth opposite Eris, was an incredible experience for him. The discussion between the two researchers wasn't about research. It was about family. Eris brought up how her mother had been arranging meetings, but they never planned out. Both Aurelians laughed as they took sips of their drinks. Another discussion that they had was their interest in books, both enjoying fantasy genres, but it seemed that there was another type of genre that Eris liked, but Nathaniel wasn't sure. He didn't want to pry as it would damper their pleasant conversation.

Between their conversations on life and family, it felt like the other patrons didn't seem like they were all there. A melody seemed to break through their chat, it was a violin. Whoever played this stringed instrument, they were indeed talented. Nathaniel looked over to who was playing. His eyes widened, surprised at who was playing. Wow. Aldrick is here too. Nathaniel had heard tales of Aldrick from the lips of other nobles that he would encounter during balls and other aristocratic meetings.

Eris's voice boomed out of nowhere catching Nathaniel off guard as he turned back to face she was halfway getting up out of the booth with her notes. There was one piece of parchment still left on the table. Picking up the paper with a couple of fingers. He didn't get a chance to read it before it was snatched away by Eris as she hastily came back to the booth and then left again.

He watched her run off to a person, it was the Prince. She did have something important to say to him, so it was fine. Sitting at the booth wasn't too bad; another waitress came over with two tankards of mead. But when she noticed that Nathaniel was on his own the waitress didn't say anything, instead offering Nathaniel a tankard of mead. ”Thank you.” he said with a smile, the waitress placed the other tankard on the table. He didn't get a choice to refuse, as it would be considered rude and ungrateful. The waitress spoke. “If she hasn't come back by the time I finish my shift, how about I sit with you?” her tone was alluring and flirtatious. ”That’s a kind offer but I'll pass.” Nathaniel responded. The waitress shrugged her shoulders with a “well it was worth a try” expression.

Bringing the tankard of cold mead to his lips, an aroma of Cherries and honey came with it. Taking a sip. It was sweet, not too sweet, apart from that, it was nice. Not bad. he thought as he put his drink back on the table. The place was getting more lively as people clapped in rhythm with Aldrick's musical performance. There were a few who clapped out of sync with the others, but that couldn't be helped as they looked like they had had a few too many already. Nathaniel gently tapped his mug with his index and middle finger, listening to the present tune that was captivating him. It wasn't the alcohol, as he only just started. But he wanted to enjoy himself with this feast.
Nathaniel Stormlight



Outside Eye of the Beholder.



As Nathaniel took a step into the warm sanctuary of food and drink, the aroma of sizzling meat and the sound of cheerful chatter enveloped him. He heard a voice echoing behind him, rising above the lively ambience inside. Glancing back, he caught sight of what appeared to be the tavern's owner, a woman with a striking giant singular eye. It struck him that the tavern's name might be inspired by the old Aurelian saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder."

Turning his attention back inside, he observed the wide selection of food, including succulent cuts of meat on the bone and an array of spiced meats to cater to both Aurelians and Lunarians. The tantalising aroma of roasted herbs and spices filled the air, adding to the inviting atmosphere. The assortment of drinks was equally diverse, encompassing honeyed mead, frothy beer, velvety wine, and even creamy milk, each promising a delightful experience for the senses. There was enough food here to feed a small army or make a handful of adventurers bloated.

As Nathaniel pondered over the drink selection, he suddenly felt a gentle bump from behind. Turning around, he saw a young lady with tousled chestnut hair and a vibrant crimson mask of embarrassment. He heard her speak, but it was difficult as her words just seemed to blurt out so suddenly. From her accent, she was indeed an Aurelian. Just like him. ” Are you ok?” he asked, noticing her slightly dishevelled appearance and the notes she clutched to her chest. Looking back at her face, there were signs of overuse of magic that seemed to leave her drained, not to mention she looked like she hadn’t had a good night's sleep for a while. Moreover, it seems that she was afraid and uncomfortable. Curiosity sparked within him as he wondered if she might be another Sage working for Miss Hightower. Looking over her shoulder, there was a series of eyes watching her. Could this be what could be making her uncomfortable?

He gently smiled at her as if to try to help them feel a bit more at ease, try to help her relax, so that's what he wanted to do. She was an Aurelian, after all ” You must be a researcher working for Miss Hightower.” he spoke, eager to strike up a conversation and learn more about her endeavours. ” I’m a researcher too.” as he stepped further inside the tavern. The heat immediately engulfed his person with a blanket of warmth. He offered her a little advice.” Just take a deep breath, you'll be ok.”

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Nathaniel Stormlight



Town Square.




Nathaniel took a couple of steps around the town square. The cold air nipped on his cheeks and nose. A short warm breath left his mouth as he exhaled. ” I’m going to have to get used to this cold air. If I'm going to live here.” There were a couple of citizens who were braving the streets, while he could see people looking out their windows, wondering if going out in the snow was worth it. His footsteps crunched on the snow as he took his steps forward. His clothing was warm, but he wouldn't survive for a long time outside without help. Thankfully he was adept at using magic. He opened up the satchel he was carrying. Inside were some of his things. A few pieces of blank parchments. Charcoal pencils. Lastly, his sister's journal.

Nathaniel cast his mind back to the last time he spoke to his sister, the last time he saw her. Not wanting to get trapped in that memory. He shook his head. The snow that was caught in his hair shook loose. Closing his satchel. He thought about what kind of person Eris was. He knew of her, more on her reputation as a skilled person in terms of academics and magic. In his head, he would often guess, her form was graceful, well kept. Her attitude towards magic is sophisticated. Regardless, he'll get his answers as he'll meet her tomorrow.

The sound of heavy footsteps, mixed with the heavy clunky noises made Nathaniel turn in the direction of the source of where the noise was being made. It was a guard. A different one from the one that escorted him on his carriage ride here. For one, this guard was ten years younger than the previous one. The guard stopped in front of Nathaniel. “You one of those new people that was sent by the Prince?” The guard asked him. Nathaniel nodded. ”Yes. I'm one of the Sages, sent here to help assist the Lead Sage.” Nathaniel responded. “Oh, What's your name?” He asked again. ” Nathaniel Stormlight.” The guard seemed satisfied with this answer. The guard was about to walk off. Instead, he paused once more. “There is a feast that is being held at the local tavern. Might help you get the opportunity to meet some interesting people.” Before Nathaniel even got the chance to say where the tavern was located. The guard pointed down one of the streets.

Some time passed. Following the guard's direction, his pace quickened as the cold was starting to get to him. His hands were starting to go cold. Rubbing his hands together, the heat started to build enough so he could feel them once more. An aroma slowly began to pick up and get stronger with each step. It was booze. The more steps forward, the stronger the smell was more potent. It wasn't long before he came across a sign, caught in the glimpse of the candle lights that were inside the tavern. ” Eye of the Beholder…” Nathaniel mumbled, before turning towards the entrance. The noise from inside was merry. Not even inside he felt the heat that was emanating from inside. He figured that this feast would be a great way for him to meet new people and build relationships. Then after the feast, he'll report to the Lead Sage to begin assisting her. With a hand on the door, he opened it and then stepped across the threshold.
Arrival



Nathaniel Stormlight
Town Square.




Nathaniel was originally supposed to arrive at his new house in Dawnhaven. However, a blizzard that week made it impossible for him to get there. He leaned his head out of the carriage that was transporting him and his things. The cold washed over his face and his breath became visible. People were going about their business. Some people waved to him while others made less pleasant gestures to him. So, this is Dawnhaven? It seems pleasant, he thought to himself, while he brought his head back inside the carriage.

Across from where he was sitting, there was a guard of Aurelia. A man with a middle-aged complexion, a small but trimmed black beard with grey patches, and identical hair. This guard was to keep Nathaniel safe on his journey to Dawnhaven. “So…” the guard spoke, getting Nathaniel’s attention. “Did the Prince inform you that you'll be working with someone to help with the research?” he asked in a grave but commanding tone. Nathaniel nodded, putting his hand in the front part of his coat and pulling out a letter. “Indeed,” Nathaniel said before putting the letter back where it was before. The guard seemed pleased by this. “Tell me, boy, do you know the other one you'll be working with?”

”Eris Hightower?”
Nathaniel shot back. “I’ve heard of her and her skills in magic and research; she's brilliant.”

“Personally?” The guard prodded. Nathaniel shook his head. “No, not on a personal level.” Nathaniel paused for a moment before he asked, “Why do you ask?” This time it was Nathaniel asking the questions.

The guard's position changed, and his form shifted in his seat. “There were rumours. Her mother, Lady Hightower, has been trying to get you to meet her daughter. But that was a while ago.” He coughed, hopefully that'll dismiss the conversation, even if he started it. The guard was indeed correct. But that wasn't the time or the place to ask these questions.

The carriage came to a slow stop, trying its best not to slip on the powdery snow that still littered the roads. “I want to have a look around,” he said, getting out of his seat. The guard said nothing but gave him a subtle nod. “Okay, once we drop your things off at your new home, we'll head back to Aurelia once we've let the horses rest.” Nathaniel handed the guard a couple of gold coins as a token of thank you. The door came open. Taking a step onto the snow that was on the ground, the snow made a satisfying low crunch once Nathaniel’s full weight was on his feet. His cloak caught small breezes. His hair would likely do the same if it wasn't tied up in a loose ponytail. Once the door was closed, the carriage rider clicked his tongue, giving the reins a firm whip and getting the horses to move once more.

Nathaniel was left in the town square, where there were plenty of people going about their daily business. Right now he figured it would be best to get a good layout of the area. Well, I'm finally here, he thought, a smile coming across his face.

Niallus Saberhagen



A Knight with A Queen.





Standing at the top of the stairs waiting, he got a good view of the ballroom. The school really spared no expense. A buffet that was large enough to give Johann indigestion. People of all races, joined together, embracing in common conversations with one another. The music was soothing and distinguished. Niallus was amazed by the amount of people who were attending to the ball. Then again it was for the Queen of Mycromi.

Dressed in a white shirt matched with black waistcoat with silver buttons and trim. An overcoat that matched his silver trim, it was possibly the only thing that he had fancy in his whole attire, it wasn't Eskandr design but he liked it. He brushed on one of his shoulders. Hopefully this is fitting. While adjusting one of his cufflinks.

Upon hearing the fanfare announcing the queen, Niallus stood to attention, he had a job to do, look after the Queen during this time of the ball. He brushed his hand through his brown hair keeping in neat and tidy. Upon gazing at the Queen she had an aura of her, that screamed elegance. He didn't even have to look around to know that all eyes were on her. "Your Majesty." He said bowing in respect to her, when he looked back up to the Queen. A familiar face he saw that caught his attention. It was Marljin, with Jomurr. That son of a- He thought as his attention drifted.

Queen Hylaenii took his hand, covering her mouth with a fan held in her other. "Oh, but Baron Saberhagen," she giggled from behind it, "You look positively like you've seen a ghost!" She leaned in conspiratorially and he caught a hint of a cheeky grin from behind the fan. "Care to let me in on the secret?"

Scratching the tip of his nose in a little embarrassment. Catching a small grin behind her fan, a smile came across his face.

"My apologies my lady." He simply said to her. "I just saw someone that i didn't expect, That's all." He was hoping that would be enough to sway her, but given how his friends have mentioned about her, it might not be.

The queen waved off Niallus with a pouty face. "Oh, you're no fun," she teased. "Nevermind. I'll pry it from you later. For now, hup hup!" She flashed him a fetching smile. "Take my arm, good sir, and escort me down the stairs if you would be so kind?" She held her arm out to link it with his. They were both of a height, at least. "Don't let the queen fall, hmm?"

Niallus chuckled a little by he pouty face. but upon hearing that she'll pry it out of him had him wondering when she will try. But his attention was snapped as she she held her arm out to link with him. "Of course, my lady, if you wish to pry, perhaps it would be best to at least make our way down the stairs first." he said with a smile. He held his arm out to link his arm to her as they walked down the stairs. Her grip was tight around his arm, but there was more pressure than what was needed for a simply walk down the stairs. Catching on the message that she was relaying to him with her body language, seems that she wanted to keep this hidden. "It is my duty to protect you this evening, you have nothing to fear."

No sooner were they at the bottom than Hylaenii was pulling Niallus off in a direction before anyone had a chance to claim her attention. "Do keep up, loyal protector," she teased. She leaned in. "There are some people present who I very much would like to speak to," she admitted, "and others I would very much like to avoid." She patted him on the arm. "You can help me with that, hmm?" She grinned, eyes darting about surreptitiously.

Niallus gave her playful smile with a nod. "Of course my lady." He leaned into her as he looked at her gaze. "Now, where would you like to go first?" He said in a kind, friendly manner. "For the people that wish to avoid just mention them to me, and we will steer clear." with her latched to his arm. He walked with her, matching her pace.

Alas, before long, the queen was cornered and caught. It was the duke of Arsica - a notably long-winded fellow with wandering eyes that tickled up and down her svelte figure and a tongue that wagged on endlessly in either self-aggrandizing tale or the most trivial of matters. Hylaenii nodded along politely enough through her suffering, covering some of her reactions by drinking copiously or feigning some small issue and twisting away momentarily.

In the background, others danced and twirled. Music played. One could variously see Baron Rikard, Countess Taleja, Duchess Ayla, Lady Zarina, and Jarl Sven and Esmii in the midst of a rather... intimate dance. It seemed as if most all of the school had turned out. About half of the Arch-Zenos were present as well, including Marbrand, Fabio, Tarthas, Masson, Afraval, and Giacomo the Crow: the only one who'd been alive for the last state visit by Mycormii. The Zenith was not currently present, officially for the reason of not making matters seem overly formal or weighty, but all knew how greatly he was Upta's opposite: Joshe Intaba was both a scholar and a warrior and he abhorred high society events such as this, avoiding them wherever possible.

For a moment, after throwing back a full glass of champagne, Hylaenii leaned over and shot Niallus a look that seemed to say nothing so much as "save me!"

Upon catching a glimpse of his friends Sven and Esmii, he was glad that they were enjoying themselves. When he sees them like this, they felt like they were the perfect match for one another. He was glad that his friend had someone he loved with all his heart. How long will they last before they lead the other one off to a quiet secluded area.

Niallus found this man in front of himself and the Queen to be a real pest, when he came into both of them, Niallus was so startled by him, he resisted the urge to punch him on reflex. But listening to this oaf waffle on and on was even trying his patience with the Duke's wandering eyes on Hylaenii. It was a bit unsettling but how to get rid of him. After Hylaenii finished downing her glass, he had an idea to at least get rid of this depraved man. He took Hylaenii's glass from her, holding it out to the Duke.

"It appears that her glass is empty and she requires another refill, please do this favour for the queen and refill it." his tone was so professional and formal, it even completely fooled himself with how he spoke. For now he waited for the Duke to take the task while Niallus and Hylaenii could hide into the crowd.

Duke Domenico's eyes widened at the thinly-veiled insult. "I... we have servants for -" He stumbled, face turning red. He was not a young man and was rather overweight. Normally, he'd never have challenged someone such as Niallus to a duel, but he'd boasted at such length of his exploits that to not do so here would cause him an indelible loss of face.

Hylaenii merely glanced between the two men expectantly. "It appears offence has been both given and taken," she declared.

"Indeed!" roared the duke. "I demand satisfaction!"

Lady Hilarii's eyes widened and she reached down in alarm to unlock her wheelchair's brakes. Though she was far too short to be noticed amid the crowd and struggled to push her way through, Lady Sanette faced no such difficulty. Still unaware of the little golden frog perched contentedly in her hair, she also began to hurry over, her progress easily marked by the summit of her great wig. For a moment, the queen seemed to waver, and she clutched at Niallus' arm before diplomatically separating herself.

"Please, my lord. He is but young," Sanette entreated, arriving breathlessly. "Young and Eskandish."

Hilarii arrived moments later and picked up from her friend. "His blood yet runs hot. Surely, he merely forgot himself for a moment. Will he not apologize for this slight?"

"No blood need be shed over such a small matter," remarked Lady Sanette, the frog peering out of her hair approvingly.

Eyes turned to Niallus, including those of the queen, perfectly pokerfaced, awaiting his response.

Niallus placed his free hand up to the Duke. "Kind sir, I meant no offence of course." a kind smile brushed across his face as he politly continued. "I only asked you this, as a fine duke like yourself, you must have a long list of fine taste in champagne and other exquisite beverages."

The duke's face, if anything, became even uglier, screwing up in disgust. "Do you mock me, boy!?" he demanded.

This Dumpling of a Duke was really starting to get on his nerves. "Well there is plenty to mock." He said flatly.

The duke struggled for a moment to peel off one of his white gloves. Face puckered, he took this in his hand and slapped Niallus across the face with it, after which, he dropped it at the youth's feet.

"The gauntlet has been thrown!" the crier announced, seeming to come up almost out of nowhere. He'd been paid enough to do extra duty like this, perhaps.

The queen's eyes widened, and they darted between the two men. Niallus bent down slowly to pick it up. "No need to strain yourself bending over, your grace," the Eskandishman replied. "I'll get that for you." He bent double, lifted it from the floor with a visible effort to hide his distaste, and handed it to his second who was... the queen, in this case. Perhaps he simply didn't understand the etiquette of the matter. Even she looked alarmed, quickly handing it to Roslyn.

"Make way!" cried the crier, as he led a burgeoning crowd through the opulent double doors and out into the night. "Duke Domenico IV of Arsica demands the satisfaction of Baron Niallus Saberhagen of Eskand Ath for insults rendered while in the company of the queen. Gentlemen!" He turned to take them both in as they joined him in the dimly lit plaza. The warm dancing light of the indoors spilled eagerly out into the darkness. "Shall this be a fight to first blood or to the death?"

Spotting the commotion, Roslyn inwardly groaned and moved closer. She pinched her nose when she heard the challenge. It turned out her senses about trouble were accurate. Taking the glove from the Queen, the girl followed the rest. "I swear, it seems Niallus likes to poke the bear. Especially whenever a pretty lady is involved." She muttered.

Niallus took his overcoat off, handing it to one of the Queen's handlers. Then undone the buttons to his waistcoat. "First blood should be fine. Death seems like it would kill the mood." He focused on the Duke, even though he was more horizontal, he could sense a decent amount of RAS. He wasn't going to let his guard down "When you are ready? " He simply said.

The queen floated out on her large ballgown, her entourage surrounding her with pursed lips and furrowed brows. She knitted her fingers together and clenched them. A few others filed in close to her: Taleja, Roslyn, Yuliya, and Xiuyang. Then, it was just Niallus and this obnoxious man. Perhaps the hot-blooded Eskandishman had provoked the fight on purpose. Perhaps he had not. He was, to many of those gathered, an enigma.

The duke regarded him with both anger and - beneath a show of bravado - fear. Perhaps this was a bridge too far, but he could not have merely accepted the insult. He opened his mouth to speak when Niallus pre-empted him. "Scared to match magic with your social better, then, boy." He nodded. "Very well." He began to take off his jacket, handing it to one of his sons, who was roughly of an age with his opponent.

The queen, meanwhile, twisted to regard Roslyn with an enigmatic look of her own. "Mm, yes, he certainly does." She cracked a coy smile and fixed her hair, turning back to the fight, chin raised, to watch.

A circle formed around the duellists and Zenos Paireni and Sectoxomactex took up their places at either end to officiate.

"This duel will be fought to first blood!" the crier announced. "Outside interference is strictly forbidden and will result in immediate intervention and forfeiture. The combatants are Duke Domenico of Arsica and Baron Niallus of Saberhagen. They will draw once the cloth hits the ground." He raised his hand, a golden cloth fluttering in the light breeze and all eyes seized upon it.

It dropped.

The duke drew immediately and quickly and then there were three of him, already spreading out to surround the youth. "Which one is the real me, boy?" all three taunted. "You're in over your head!"

Niallus drew in manas but kept them on standby. As he saw his opponent create illusions of himself "What's wrong, don't want to fight properly and resort to hiding." He figured he'd have to draw him out, let him slip up and then strike at first chance. Using his ability in pyromancy he cast a simple Arcane spell to increase the temperature of the area around him.

Duke Domenico had expected some sort of slashing attack that split his opponent's power between three targets, and he was prepared for it, too! This, however, was another matter entirely. A generalized heat spell? Who opened with that!? He maintained his concentration, keeping the illusions up, but he began sweating immediately and profusely and he blinked in discomfort, launching triple kinetic slashes aimed right for the boy's neck.

Looking straight at his attacker, he knew exactly where he was, training on how to combat illusions, by making this butter ball sweat. Using Kinetic he avoided his attacks, once in the clear he dashed towards him wanting to punch him in the face with minor Kinetic embedded into it.

The attack was so sudden and ferocious that it caught Niallus across the shoulder, burning a blackened swathe in his clothing and raising blisters on his skin, but it didn't draw blood. All it would take was for one of those to pop, however, and the duke would eke out a win on a technicality. He may have been old and fat, but he was determined, and a canny fighter.

The attack was so sudden and ferocious that it caught Niallus across the shoulder, burning a blackened swathe in his clothing and raising blisters on his skin, but it didn't draw blood. All it would take was for one of those to pop, however, and the duke would eke out a win on a technicality. He may have been old and fat, but he was determined, and a canny fighter.

Niallus was getting tired of this, seems that the Duke is getting more force in his attacks, Niallus needs to end this dual before this loon gets someone else killed he drew once more for another kinetic hit, this time more or a kinetic shock wave.

The wave took the duke in the midsection and simply folded him. He flew backwards into the crowd, his momentum stopped only through the intervention of Zeno Secto. The Xolectan scowled and shook his head tightly. Had he shot a proud smile Niallus' way?

Domenico was let down limp on the ground, multiple ribs broken and organs ruptured, and Zeno Paireni rushed forward to heal him. The brutality of the attack had left no uncertainty in the matter: Niallus was vastly the stronger of the two, but it also hadn't been aimed to cut or slice. Only the gushing of the man's nose had given Niallus the win, technically speaking, not that there was anything left to fight for. The duke's son stepped in to see to his father and, for a moment, shot a venomous look Niallus' way. An older woman who might've been his mother scowled and placed a hand on the boy's shoulder to pull him back, shaking her head tightly as her husband was healed.

Meanwhile, thanks to Yvain's and Xiuyang's efforts, the monarch had kept her feet and the crowd had been distracted from her weakness, though she still seemed wobbly. She nodded in thanks to the both of them, holding onto Yvain's arm for a moment longer, and he noticed what must've been almost her entire weight on it. The crowd swirled, carrying Rikard, Roslyn, and Taleja away, and she seemed well enough to recover at that point. "Goodness!" she exclaimed, "Perhaps a bit too much excitement for a frail little flower like me for one day." She fanned herself, nodding again to dismiss their efforts and, just like that, she seemed to be standing steadily again, her entourage, with the exception of the tethered Hilarii, closing around her.

Hylaenii waved them off, particularly Siimond's warning look. "I am quite well," she assured them, "Truly." She turned her gaze toward the triumphant Niallus and flashed a smile, looking him up and down. "It seems the victory is yours, good sir. That is certainly one way to accomplish the task."

Most of the crowd was cheering. Some were discussing. Money was changing hands. "I shall retreat for a time indoors to have a word with the lovely Lord Berbignon who has just rescued my dignity, but I beg of you, attend me in ten minutes time when we are finished?"

Niallus smiled at Hylaenii "Thank you my lady." He bowed to her. "I didn'twant to push it too far, but since he was trying to kill me, he left me with little choice." His face winced from the pain of his shoulder, as he moved it slightly, while also looking for his overcoat.

Roslyn stood waiting for Niallus, holding his overcoat, once he was dismissed. She pulled him off to the side then smacked the glove on his chest to hold. Drawing in the light, she began to bind his small wounds until they vanished from sight. "You owe me a beer. "

Niallus laughed when Roslyn hit with a glove to hold. "Thanks Roslyn." He said while waiting to be healed. ”I'll try to get you a few bottles from this ball after it is over." It didn't take long before his wound was fully healed. Once healed he put his coat back on, giving it a tug, "Best get back to my job." He said walking back in the ballroom.

It was not ten minutes but, rather, fifteen, when the queen emerged from that room, lips pressed together in a most satisfied smile. Monsieur de Berbignon departed about a minute later with one of her ladies in waiting and it was not long until they were a feature on the dance floor.

Most notable, however, was Queen Hylaenii herself. Emerging like a vision, swirling with kinetic magic, she took Niallus' hand, pulled him in close, and twirled with him on the floor. She leaned in until her lips brushed his ear. "You were incredible," she whispered, "It was nothing." he whispered back to her. The music ebbed and flowed before they two knew it, the people around them had their eyes on them as they danced each step that Niallus took, Hylaenii would follow, her form looked as if she was gliding across the ground as her movements were graceful. The world faded away. If she was one of the first to leave the dance floor, she was also one of the happiest, and she did not leave alone.





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