âIâll make every attempt to restrain myself,â Sennex answered.
Whether with humor or seriousness, it was hard to tell. In any case, working, watching, and protecting from behind the scenes was his strong suit.
Without flair or pretense, Sennex stepped once more to the relatively clear area near the center of the suite. Palms together as if in prayer, he took a deep breath in and released as the flowing marks along his arms came to life. He opened his eyes as the electric blue energy crawled up to his shoulders and crouched as if to pounce. The swift gush of wind rose once more when his fingertips touched the ground, and within moments a lively chipmunk sprinted swiftly across the ornate rugs and tiled floor. Making his way towards Sylwyn, he climbed lithely up her elegant dress to the offered shoulder. His sharp nose sensed the light floral scent of her perfume, as well as the more woody and wild scents of the forest that lingered in her hair. Although he could not compliment her on it, he could understand Karemâs captivation in the corridor not an hour previously.
Looking up at Sylwyn to show his readiness, Sennex inwardly dared her to comment on his appearance. It was comical, but seemed most appropriate in terms of size and secrecy. Presuming no unusual occurrences presented themselves, Sennex intended to keep his word. No one had to guess that a potentially ferocious legend hid behind the furry illusion of one of natureâs most lovable critters. Always ready.
When they reached the grand stair used by guests, Sennex had no difficulty spotting the elfin Lord from among those who had already gathered. His noble bearing momentarily melted in favor of an expression of love and relief when he saw his daughter. Sennex held on as tightly as soft claws would allow as Sylwyn made her way down the winding stairs to greet him. Lord Aleanrahealâs expression intensified when they embraced before he regained a countenance more befitting a noble of his stature, but Sennex could still sense a protectiveness, borne of that same love, emanating from him.
Cute? That was a first, and Sennex bristled inwardly, indignant. Outwardly, he brushed his whiskers as if cleaning them and played the part as far as his pride would allow.
The blow was offset by the conversation that ensued. Patiently, in unobtrusive silence, he listened as Sylwyn made her case. Not even Lord Aleanraheal could have swayed her passions, but both were willing to acknowledge and act in the otherâs best interests.
Although, the fleeting look of apprehension told Sennex that Sylwyn may not have been sure where those passions truly lay. It was quickly replaced by a quiet eagerness as those emerald eyes swept the great antechamber, filled of a whole assortment of important guests. The ornate brass clock upon the wall, with its exposed workings and gold-layered hands creating a dramatic effect, nearly struck the hour for the late dinner to behind.
Scanning the perimeter of the antechamber, Sennexâs eye briefly caught the movement of a red and black clad figure near the huge doors leading to the dining hall, currently closed. Sennex supposed he could make things at least a little easier for the enamored elf. Nudging her with a cold nose, he stared in the senior guardsmanâs direction.
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Karem, on his part, changed shifts with the guards currently standing sentinel before the great carved doors. With the annex barracks filled to capacity with last minute arrivals, and the last of the guests gathered for the eveningâs event, he took his place as one of the Honor Guards.
Shedding his
regular armor for the
Imperial dress uniform*, he understood that this particular assignment was more ceremonial than anything else. The Captain had received specific instructions regarding what was expected of him by the Ambassador, sealed with the emperorâs personal mark. Rolling his eyes at what he considered unnecessarily frivolous pageantry, Cylas consented to giving up two of his best men for a few hours to stand guard before the great dining hall. The remainder of the posts would be filled as usual, although he made a point to personally inspect his men and ensure that each weapon perfectly sharpened and each uniform flawless. No one would accuse Captain Cylas of shirking his duties, or of failing to provide the best service his resources would allow.
As Karem took his place, the man before him paused to whisper a quick word. He looked at his comrade sharply and answered in an equally low tone. The younger guardâs negative response was accompanied by a slight shake of the head before he left. Shooting a glance at his companion on the opposite side of the doors, Karem caught a quick nod. He had received the same message.
Taking his place, Karem stood at relaxed attention, feet shoulder width apart, hands at the small of his back. His scimitar lay nearly completely hidden by the long tail of his red coat, but was standing as ready as its master within its scabbard. True to his training, everything about the senior guardsman was perfectly still, save his dark eyes, which searched the crowd with a purpose.
* This image shows two versions of the intended uniform. Note the version on our left, with the glove.