Akhira's Story

Akhira cocked her head at the hidden joke, wondering if someday, she too would know what they were joking about. Just the idea of it filled her to brim with anger, although it wasn't as amplified as it had been before Kenner had... helped her earlier.

She fiddled with the cup of tea on the armrest of the chair, and resorted to counting backwards from 100 in her mind. While, it was fascinating to meet Alia and her Peach, Akhira was wondering about the dream she had. In fact, she wondered about a great many things before she spoke again, not caring that she had not returned Alia's politeness in giving her a name for this little bi-colored form of hers. "How did you come to be here?"

She wanted to know, now, what the opinion of a possible prisoner like her, truly thought about this place. Of Kenner and Necromancer of a servant. Of how they were... like a shelf of limited edition books put out to be gawked at like the collection of exotic beings they were, each telling a different story but somehow, all ending up here. It didn't fit Akhira's personality at all. She was going to get bored with it soon, she was sure of it, even if she did submit to Kenner and just do what she was told like the dutiful servant Peach appeared to be. Or even if, someday, she did find joy here. It would surely never last.

"What do you really think of this place?

Akhira quickly became tired again and thought back on what Kenner had told her. Perhaps, if she stayed here in the library he would not notice her absence and forget about her entirely.

The idea appealed to her, since she found herself liking this odd creature that was Alia and how she could see herself having future conversations with such a being. In some way, she reminded her of BlackFire and his love for books. But either way, she was sure Alia could not stay here forever, and so Akhira would do what she been found doing there earlier. Sleep. She conjured up a mental image of such a future where she never left the library, content to stay and slumber upon piles and piles of books, left to hibernate her life away. It was an idea that filled her with a toasty warmth that made her want to snuggle back into the chair.

If only.

Akhira
At the question of how Alia had come to Raven Home, she stopped for a moment as she was sipping on her tea once more. Peach was quick to fill the cup from a small pot that was behind her on a small tray, with a quick and repeatedly practiced movement.

Alia finishes a second sip before placing the cup back on its little plate and leaning toward Akhira and speaking "Several of the beings you will find in this house are rather guarded about where it was they come from." She ran her hand across the book in her lap as she turned it over on its edges. " I come from a land far to the north, one in which I and my siblings were scribes before being discovered by the master."

She shudders for a moment in what Akhira could conceivably see as a convulsion. With a small stream of liquid beginning to run from the grill over Alia's mouth and with little hesitation Peach is there. With a hand on Alia's back and a small pursed napkin to wipe away what she could find. "I always forget myself when I am entertaining guest.. my apologies" Peach finishes and steps back into her normal position.

"I love it here, this place is my home and I would not give it up for anything. Not even for a chance to go back to my homeland."

"Should I take it that you're not taking to this new home?"

Babble

Chlorra walks around Babble after removing her hand and slides a small stool up closer towards him and sits.

"He is aware, though I don't know if he has what it takes to be an individual. I am just wondering if the master really intends to just keep him, or free him if he doesn't prove to be worth the investment." Mish walks around their shoulders as she sidled up towards Agni for a moment, helping to adjust some of her garments that were giving her a small issue as she began to protest.

"I don't think I have ever seen him do such a thing, are you sure that the master would do such a thing if this was really necessary?"

The surprised sound and, dare she say- puzzled look on the dragon's face earned a slight tilt of her head, the young woman wondering what she had done to elicit such an expression. Oh well, it was better than anger or any other form of discomfort. But the words coming from the dragon were cool and cynical, earning a slight frown of dismay. "Even so..." she mused softly, only half answering as the dragon continued to speak.

Though the dragon gave her a name, Nadiya had a sinking suspicion it was a mere alias. Especially considering the phrasing; 'You can call me Frigga today.' But even so, the dragon finally gave her a smile. Genuine or strained, Nadiya wasn't too concerned. She was simply happy to have been able to converse with the mysterious female, smiling in spite of her slight puzzlement and waving at the dragon's retreating form.

The blacksmith's daughter nearly let out a soft yelp upon feeling a sudden touch, but refrained from doing so and merely twitched slightly in surprise. Seeing Phillipe, a certain amount of relief filled her conscious, another smile lifting from her lips upon seeing the familiar face. Nadiya gave a sheepish shrug at the comment, wondering if trying to befriend a dragon was really as odd as everyone seemed to be making it out to be. Aside from the fact that she had never before encountered one (and that they were rare as far as her knowledge went,) she saw nothing strange about it. For a moment, she mulled over her brief chat with the dragon girl, but found she couldn't yet fully agree with her guide's assessment. "She did seem nice, though I guess I would seem pretty pathetic compared to a mighty dragon. Perhaps that's it?" Nadiya mused aloud, but immediately returned her attention to Phillipe and the chores at hand upon listening to the youth's instructions. She watched the ingredients being ground to a paste with interest, dutifully taking the bowl and following her current mentor.


Upon passing a window, Nadiya was surprised at how late it had gotten, feeling as though she had only just gotten started. Even at her most productive, she couldn't recall ever feeling like her day went by so smoothly without her notice. Though to be fair, back home most of the time she went in and out frequently throughout the course of a day, and rarely remained indoors for long unless a specific chore required it.

Feeling curiosity bubble inside her (plus, a slight awkwardness she felt when things were too quiet), Nadiya dared to question Phillipe. "Have you lived here your entire life? Have you always had your hand in the healing arts?"
As they walked, she noticed some light coming from the direction of the docks from the corner of her eye. Just before they could pass the window entirely, she slowed down, tempted to peer out through the glass as she wondered what could be going on so late in the evening.

"Several of the beings you will find in this house are rather guarded about where it was they come from."

"I come from a land far to the north, one in which I and my siblings were scribes before being discovered by the master."

Akhira fidgeted, picking up one of the sugar cubes on her plate and dropping it again before repeating the behavior. What was it about this place, and Kenner's obsession with collecting odd creatures like Alia and the human Ant, Nadiya?

"I love it here, this place is my home and I would not give it up for anything. Not even for a chance to go back to my homeland."

"Should I take it that you're not taking to this new home?"

Akhira blinked and the scales on her head hummed before turning a dark shade of blue. She stopped bothering the sugar cubes, looking instead at Alia before directing her gaze on Peach. What did it mean? And how could they willingly allow themselves to be settle in one place? It was an unsettling thought for a wild dragon like her to even consider. "I've never stayed in one place long and I doubt I could."

Letting out a sigh of smoke, she took one sip of her tea and left her seat. Why does this suddenly feel different? She walked over to one of the nearby bookshelves, running her hands over the spines. "I'm gonna go now, I apologize for disturbing you." And with that, she left the library to explore more of the castle.

Her sleepy mood of false contentment was gone, now replaced with a sudden urge to move. To ultimately spread her wings and fly far away from here. Instead of doing exactly that, she let out an snarl before taking off at a run, blindly turning corners and leaping up stairs. Only stopping when the feeling of uneasiness that had been stirred up by Alia's question, subsided. It shouldn't bother her, but to some degree, it really question herself and her stay. How long would it take for her to love this place like Alia does?

It was a question that she hoped would never be answered.

"Great, I'm lost." Akhira panted, pressing her forehead against the wall.

Selakir & Alexander
Stern waved off Alexander's question "The utmost care will be taken with your belongings, as with all things." He continued to walk the two though the back area of the pier, before the sound of wooden boards was replaced with steps upon cold stone. He accompanied them into a small room off from the pier, after sharing a few words with the butler that had been by his side. Stern looked at Alexander and addressed the young elf on his arm. This room was colored in a vastly different variation from what they could see from outside, complete with two attendants that appeared to be dressed in a coloration. That was specifically made to resemble the rooms and they both bowed as Stern escorted the two of them in.

Both of these men, though that is all one could tell from the two. As their outfits concealed most of the defining traits to their identity's.
"We will be ascending to the upper floors, as the master should be taking account of todays activities. Word has been placed to ensure you have a meal ready as well, so we will not be long."
He looks down at Selakir for a short moment as he could feel her periodically tense up from one time, or another. "There is no reason to be worried, the master helps everyone who is in need. He motions out for one of the attendants and the man pulls a long lever situated on the wall behind him and the room begins to slowly rise up the spine of the building.

He keeps at cleaning her face and hair, moving slowly and calmly. With a small laugh as he lifts her chin "So there was a pretty girl under all of this after all." Though his intention to help clean her features was not misplaces, the amount of overbearing dotage he exuded over her was somewhat strange. Stern paid more attention to the young elf as he worked and only addressed Alexander without directly looking his way.
"I know that things for you both may be somewhat jarring for some time after, but it is of no worry."

"The first days are always different and somewhat difficult" He finishes with Selakir and returns the cloth back to the pocket he originally pulled it from before turning his attention back to Alexander. "The master will be happy to see that we have another artist with us and so too would my lady. The little miss does enjoy a good student, especially one that is skilled driven. You may even have the luck of playing this years ball." He looked back down at Selakir for the time being and pulled her hair back over her shoulders as if he was inspecting her. "Do you have any questions?"

Akhira

The young dragon was in fact right, for she had gotten herself lost. Even looking from one side to the other, she could see that the hall stretched on for what it seemed to be like leagues. There wasn't even a guard to be readily seen in either direction.

It was so hard to actually discern a difference between the floor, though she could see variations. It all began to bleed together in from one hall to the other. Only for colors to stand out instead of objects, or people. This mixed with the propensity of the workers to wear concealing garments, it was harder to get one's bearings when the destination is unknown.

As she rested her head against the wall for a moment, to try and help get her bearings back. She began to hear the sound of voices come to her ears. I rang out like a discussion had come to light in the distance and being the only source of direction on this floor, she was mostly being forced to follow its source. This would most likely be her only means of finding someone to help her get back on a nominal path.
As she rounded the far corner of the hall, her nose began to pick up the smell of the ocean once again and the sound of voices breaking through the crack of a partially opened door. Peering in she could see a literal crowd of what appeared to be students. Due to the arrangement of the room and the way some of them were dressed, it was rather obvious. Though passed the fact that they were students it became apparent that most of them were not in fact normal. While looking over the group she could see strange eye colors, skin tones and even patches of hair that shined with very vibrant colors. It was a somewhat strange sight with a least a bare majority of the students were outwardly human. The class, who all looked to be barely within their maturity. Sat at desk before a raise section of the floor, stood upon by a much older man. He was telling the students of a story, with acting out motions with his cane and lightly moving back and forth upon the stage. While the sounds of the ocean poured into the room from large, open window in the back of the room.

"..so with the defeat of the last lord of the wild lands, the heartlands were secured and quickly grew into the vast sprawling lands you see it as today. With the crown as its highest held jewel and at its seat a conclave of the city states that keep it contained." Several students raised their hands and the older man pointed in one girls direction, before she stood and asked her question. "You told us that the last lord was Gorman of he dales.. how could he have lost?"

"He was a peerless fighter and its written that he was beaten in a duel.. how?" The older man, who now that Akhira looked at him. Could tell that he was a man who had lived a long and arduous life. His flesh bore many wounds from ages past and even his walk told why he would need the cane.
He stepped forward towards the girl and laughed as he stopped. "Gorman was by all accounts a peerless warrior, no many in the imperial army, nor man of his own army would dare stand against him. So when the first king of Amesha first challenged him. It was believed that he was going to die like all the others."

"Little did Gorman realize, was that the young king was not an honorable man and when he walked down to the field in which battle was to be had. The last lord was set upon by hundreds of archers... so much so that the sun was nearly blotted out and with his death the rebellion's forces were decimated in spirit. Only for their actual defeat to come moments later." The students passed a sad look between one another as the teacher finished and he even sympathized with his own somber stare.

It was at that moment, a bell struck mere feet above Akhira. Apparently right above the inside of the door. looking up she could see a small metallic string, set to pull the bell and let it slap back against a steel nob.

With that, the students began to gather their things and move towards the door. Their teacher waving the last of the students out as they went. Those that passed next to Akhira didn't say much, though not many of them did pay her much attention. Those that did gave her a quiet smile and nod before moving on. Only for Akhira to hear a voice call out as the last student passed. "You can come in now.. is there something that you needed?

Babble

The show that ensued with Babble's punishment was only somewhat disruptive. Kicking up the rug and throwing Agni's tray table aside as everything loose within several feet was dislodged.

Misha giggled as she began to fix her hair, strands being sent sprawling around her in a rather evident order of discord. "He is pretty strong despite his condition.." The pins she used to set her hair in the back, having been replaced within a few moments. "Anymore and he might have ruffled my dress." She said with a lite laugh as Chlorra leaned up from letting Babble go to slump on the floor.

"Oh please."

"Your still in there and you are perfectly capable of moving.. it may just seem somewhat limiting that you are now completely confined to that shell." A cursory twitch of his toes and the curling of his lip did confirm this. He was perfectly capable of moving, but it felt strange. Like being the flame of a candle, trapped within the cup of a bell.
Babble's eyes caught the shoes of Chlorra as she walked a circle around him, exclaiming all the way.

"The main reason for our home being here is not the training of slaves, because I like to believe we heal those brought our way. Given the chance even one such as yourself can aspire to great things. Though we have always run into those who keep pushing back." As babbles eyes look up to see as she completes her circle around him. An object was now hanging in front of face and as his eyes began to focus. It came to his realization that it was the mask Chlorra was wearing, now complete with a large crap spreading across its left cheek. Something that was now donning on him, that was most likely his doing.

"Have high hopes for you.."
Before his eyes could trace up to see her, the mask had already been replaced onto the front of her outfit and the same two white dots were staring back through its slits."You will get used to this new state and when you show signs of improving. The bonds will be pulled looser and looser." She rubs the top of his head like before and threads several strands of his hair into her fingers before withdrawing the hand.

"Now stand if you would... and be recognized."

Akhira was startled that he spoke, and more specifically, to her. She ducked her head before entering the.... Tea-ch-ing roo-m.... No, it's not that. Its.... a class..room. Classroom.

"I apologize for..." What was she apologizing for? She hadn't really been peeping, had she? What was accepted social behavior again? Her instincts were a far cry from a human's, and her social mannerisms weren't exactly that of a friendly dragon either. It was hard for her to understand if she had done something wrong by watching the class from the doorway... maybe it wasn't bad? But it wasn't good either?

Oh well. Akhira cleared her throat, "I apologize, but I'm a bit lost. Can you point me back to the... main balcony? Or anywhere else?" She didn't know why she added that last bit, but it was true. Anywhere else was better than here, stuck in a cage. "I arrived... Yesterday, I think. So I don't know my way around."

Strange that a teacher would be in a place such as this.

Akhira glanced at the walls, before looking back at the nameless one. He didn't look very... subjugated... In fact, most of Kenner's.... pets didn't look like slaves at all. It disturbed her a little. She couldn't get a grasp on his nature. He definitely wasn't human, so there was no touch of humanity in him, was there? And yet, he appeared to be a beloved and well-respected master to these... creatures. Kenner really was a mystery that her life now depended on for everything it seems.

Akhira

The old man turned his head towards Akhira and gave a strange look of elation. "No need to apologies, however I don't think its strange for a teacher to be found in a classroom. Or for a classroom to be found here. There are children born here and many of them need to be raised, so what better then a school?" He steps forward letting his cane fall heavily on the raised platform that he stood upon. Approaching closer Akhira could see more about the man. Dressed in what appeared to be some sort of finery. His dark, blue robes were woven with silver lacing and underneath he was wearing some sort of lime tunic. Which was only partially exposed at the ends of his sleeves. This was all in slight contrast with his semi fair skin color. Though that was not what caught the eye.

He was indeed a man who had seen hardship in his life. His face and a majority of the flesh that could be seen was heavily scarred. His chin and jaw had several diced gouges in them and something seems to have taken a bite from his left ear. A large cut traveled up his forehead and under his hairline, but worst of all seemed to be his face. A large, long healed, burn covered the front of his face. Completely engulfing his eyes and with that she could see the man was functionally blind.

As he stared in her direction blankly and kept his head slightly tilted to a more favored position to hear from.

The hand he used to grip his cane was missing the last two fingers starting from the pinkie, in fact. Half of the entire hand was missing and the only indication of this was a wooden prosthetic that allowed him to fully grip the handle.

"Wait, you just arrived... and Kenner just let you walk around unsupervised?" As he stepped down from the platform she could see him pull a pipe from the side of his robe. "He must trust you.. or he is waiting to see if your going to try something."

"Oh, where are my manners. I am Byron."
He extends his "good" hand in an offer to greet her formally.

Akhira tried to not be annoyed that he ignored her question about the balcony, but perhaps it was to be expected. He was blind after all.

"No need to apologies, however I don't think its strange for a teacher to be found in a classroom. Or for a classroom to be found here. There are children born here and many of them need to be raised, so what better then a school?"

He started babbling.... Akhira wondered when he would stop and let her slink away.

"Wait, you just arrived... and Kenner just let you walk around unsupervised?"

"He must trust you.. or he is waiting to see if your going to try something."

"Oh, where are my manners. I am Byron."

That caught her attention. Kenner didn't let his new additions wander by themselves? Oh, Akhira couldn't help but let a wicked grin cross her face. And if Byron hadn't been blind he probably would have see the idea on her face. She spoke, "Aw, well we're playing a small game of hide-and-seek, so Shhhh." Her blue eyes were flashing mischief as she purposely left out her name. It was a really good thing Byron was blind.

It wasn't a far fetched idea, since she was sure sooner or later someone might notice her absence and declare a search. But for how to evade this, she had an idea which she would hatch later, but for now... She needed to find a more secluded place. "Sorry, but I have to dash."

She dashed back out the door and started running again, knowing she had passed a place she had in mind.

10 minutes later, Akhira was sitting atop an archway, that was situated right at an intersection where 3 hallways met. She didn't know what the stone designs were called, but the archways had just enough room for her to sit sideways with her side to the wall. It was the perfect place to hide... especially since hardly anyone ever looked up, but while most beings were only physically away, other more magically oriented people would not be fooled.

However, Akhira had a card up her sleeve.

She opened her mouth and concentrated, within a minute, a white fog began to spill from her jaws. It didn't stink, nor did it move to fall the ground or let the drafts move it away. It stayed near her, sticking close to her skin. After awhile, it had begun to sparkle almost, and eventually it lightened to a small mist. It was a breathe like mist that allowed her to compel other beings into doing what she wanted. And she was using right now in a way that would keep others away, as it was her will she stay hidden.

Now, no one would be able to detect her. Except for the normal way of tracking by nose, but this, Akhira had the idea to move every so often so as to confuse anyone who searched for her.

Akhira

Akhira's action dids draw some form of attention after several minutes she could hear heavy foot falls coming from down the hall. Proceeded by only a few more and as they passed under the archway it became apparent that some of the guards had been drawn down. They did not speak only sharing several close glances, though with their faces covered. It was equally difficult to tell what was going on underneath. She could tell that the one in front was of the same rank as the one before. Though as where Stern's armor was made to look like that of a man. This one was a women in lead of the three men that arrived with her.

She began to silently direct the others and it became apparent that they were searching rooms around the area. With the captain taking up position almost directly underneath Akhira.

As she stayed there Akhira could feel the ribbon on her arm warm up once again. Though this time, it was more of a slow rise in temperature from what occurred last time. Though this soon gave way to the feeling that something was being done to her as well. Like a piece of herself was being shut off into a box and the lid was slowly being pulled closed as she continued to cling to her position. As the other guards returned to their captain Akhira could already tell they were starting to wise up to what was happening. Though none was more telling then what she could see the captain was doing. She was looking down at what seemed to be a brace attached to the topside of her left gauntlet. It possessed a large central opal that was pulsing a lite blue glow and with each pulse she could feel the ribbon on her arm slightly resonate with it in turn.

It was obvious now that she would not remain hidden for much longer.

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Alexander

Stern scoffed for a moment as Alexander stopped in what he was asking. As if it was so far fetched for such a premise to actually be unknown for the young man. "Come now.." Stern waved a hand in jest at Alexander. "Are you really doing to sit there and tell me that such a thought never crossed your mind. Even people like yourself find a place for such needs in their life's." He shot back across the table.

"I mean if I am to be honest the elven, innocence thing is kind of overplayed in this day. I have personally lost count of the number of wealthy individuals that show up here from time to time with a small harem of such women in their sway." He takes a drink from his cup and sighs as it is placed down. "My taste are far more exotic then just that.." Stern adds with lecherous smile as he slyly looks across the table.

It was obvious at this point that Stern was rather set in how much he enjoyed the power that came along with his position. Despite how much of his voice was filled with both jest and truth. "As long as you are willing to ask first. Many of them would be more then happy to oblige you on precedent. Unless your looking for something.. different?" He said with a pale laugh behind his teeth.

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Selakir

After only a few short minutes were the maids finally done with cleaning the young elf. They looked her over and straightened her hair, pulling it back with a silver hairpin. The maid with cloven feet held up a pair of undergarments for her and Selakir enough time to get herself situated before a long gown was presented with a silken gown to wear. It was well made, if albeit slightly plane for what it was.

She looked over Selakir for a moment before speaking. "You will be given several other sets of clothes later tonight and will most likely receive your ribbon in the morning." Selakir could see that the girl was somewhat giddy at the thought and was somewhat trotting in place, if her anatomy were taken into account. It seemed she was getting excited over the prospect of someone new joining the house. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, it was the taller maid in response. "Don't mind her, she is easily excitable by mostly everything that happens." The cloven maid tilted her head and threw a hip aside in protest. "I do not!" She responded with a form of tenting forming at the front of her veil. Easily telling Selakir that she was sticking her tongue out at the other.

"I heard that the kitchen is making strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight." A voice came over Selakir's other shoulder from the maid with the long tail and the cloven maid hopped in response like a young girl. Eliciting a sharp "Yay" in almost a chirp like happiness. Only to shortly realize that she had been duped as both of her partners began to giggle at her reaction.

The maid began stomp in place for a second, becoming visibly flustered and proceeded to stick out her tongue once again at the two of them again. However on doing so a forked protrusion quickly burned its way through the front of her veil. This accompanied with an easily definable singeing noise. Her tongue had apparently burned its way through the thin fabric. A quick indication of how flustered the situation made her.

Her hand shot up to cover the hole in her veil as she released a quiet swear in response.

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Babble

Misha leaned down and looked Babble over. "He does looked a bit worse for wear if I am to be honest. Are you sure you can do anything that wont make his condition any worse?" Chlorra doesn't answer. She only tilts Babbles head back to help him drink down the water that was offered. Some of which was not able to fully make it past his lips.

"What could be worse?" She asked in rebuttal.
"He is by no means the most far gone in condition that we have ever seen."

She leaned him back against the door frame and looked down on him. "Can you hear me Babble?"

Akhira was not happy with this turn in events. If only her trick had helped to keep her hidden a little longer. She moved so very quietly, to coil herself into the wall further until finally, she launched herself forward.

While in mid-air, her jaws opened and in a split second a black fiery smoke hit the guards below her. It was not one meant to blast them to bits, but to confuse them for the mere second it took her to land and leap away.

She let her legs take her away, her draconic eyes catching every detail as she bolted through the hallways. Taking turns and jumping up floors to hopefully confuse her captors for some time. It wasn't until she turned a corner and ran snack into a wall that she was halted. She had just turned into a dead end? Who puts a dead end around a corner?! How misleading!

With a groan, she put a hand to her scale like horns on her head, "Ugh." Who does that!? She didn't even leave a crack in the wall... someone must have put it there for a reason. Maybe a hidden door? Who knew for sure? Kenner, of course. But, she didn't really care for secret doors at the moment. So she got up and continued walking up the levels, finding that the further she went up, the more people she encountered. Though most of them still ignored her. I wonder if I'm too high up. She wondered what to do... there were no windows to check, and there were no signs.

It was then that she heard the talking of people that she froze. People, coming this way? Akhira wanted to hide up toward the ceiling again but- Too late!

They turned the corner, and soon they would see her.

Babble
As his eyes with how weak his body had become. It was apparent that Babble was having a hard time staying awake, even if it was a choice at this point. He could see Chlorra's lithe form leaning over him as several of the nurses, if one could call them that. Came over from one of the other beds to help situate him into a comfortable position.

Chlorra ran a hand over his head, pushing back several stray strands of hair as he could see back into the eyes of her mask. Two small white dots of light were peering back at him, strangely enough. Both of them were coming from the left eye alone. "You have no idea little man... But here, you should have more then enough of a chance to get better. Especially with them looking after you. So I suggest you attempt to make the best of things." Two of the nurses, women dressed in outfits reminiscent of the maids. Save for the fact that their color was more white, with sterile garments that covered almost their entire arms. The began taking account of him as his eyes continued fighting to stay open.

His last vision of them was a linen sheet being pulled up over his lower half and the other working to help work the pillow under his head to better support it. Only for his vision to finally blur out and become dark.

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Alexander & Akhira
Purna kept ahead of Alexander, but only slightly. She talked with him as they both walked down the long corridor that even Alexander could see was expansive and when they managed to turn one corner, only to keep walking down what looked to be the same hall. It became more of a guess for him as they walked. Almost as if she could see this on his face she began to speak about where they were going. "I believe that you will enjoy the auditorium. There is plenty of space to practice and even personal rooms that allow for more secluded work with your own thoughts. Though if you want to use them, or even have your quarters moved their for a more permanent stay, you may have to ask the master." She began to motion for him to see as she was pointing out small details to him when they turned the second corner. "If you ever get lost you can get your bearings by looking at the walls." As his eyes followed her directions, Alexander could see that the molding lines on the hallway had notches worked into the frame work and that the hall before their turn had one less.

The houses floors worked on a grid like system. Counting up one direction and down the other, while the left side of the hall possessed a mark indicating primitive letters. Two in fact, one most likely standing for what floor of the house they were on. "I got lost one time when I was new and they found me after half a day, having locked myself in a stock room." She giggled as they continued to walk, only for a group of guards to come running by. Not even attempting to pardon themselves and almost pushing her back into Alexander. "Well, looks like the shinys are up in arms about something. Though its not usual for such a thing as this to happen up here." She looks from across both sides as they continue down the hall and looks over her shoulder at Alexander as she struts along. "Last hall and you are going to be in the auditorium. Its the one of the only rooms in the house to reach out into the surrounding countryside and on clear days the fresh air does the students good. Really gets the creative juices flowing." She says with a smile as Alexander can see it play across her face. It was obvious that she really enjoyed being the talkative one in this equation.

This realization came upon Alexander at the moment he turned a corner to follow Purna around the last corner. Only to see her eyes still fixed on him and not situated ahead. Before the raven haired woman he could see a younger looking girl of almost equal height to Purna's. Her eyes were fixed ahead and it seemed that she was not one to call out the fact that someone was going to walk directly into her. The light of the wall lanterns playing across her dark hair, streaking with the pale strands as she stood there almost a gasp for words. His eyes met Purna's in what looked like a warming, but before the two collided. Purna's shoes dug into the carpet to stop her advance and she fell back once again. Coming dreadfully close to falling on her back, where it not for both Alexander holding out his arm and Purna herself reaching out for the others left shoulder.

What shot from Purna's lips as she reacted, was a mix of what could only be described as a curse of sorts. Though, despite the language barrier it was obviously something a lady shouldn't be saying in polite company.

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Selakir
The maid at Selakir's side gave her a soft hug before pushing the door open and taking her down a short hall. The sound of laughter could be heard from the other end as the two of them grew closer. It was obvious that something was going on in the other room and with the mix of voices, it was sure to be a good group of individuals who were enjoying themselves. The maid held her hand the whole way. With one other laid across Selakir's shoulder as they walked. As if she were trying her best to comfort her the whole way.

As soon as they reached the door however, she woman stopped Selakir and looked her over again. She was doing her best to ensure that the young elf would feel as beautiful for her new master as she could. Her work began to slow as she looked back at Selakir and even though the veil covered most of her face, save for the hole. The feeling of the maids eyes on Selakir was an ever present aspect of this interaction and she stopped. Her arms dropped, before one was brought up to grip at the edge of her veil and she tugged it away. In this instance Selakir could see that the veil served a more broad purpose as it was removed and the full regalia of the maid before her was reveled.

The woman before her was half blooded and it was obvious the combining of these two lines was not kind to her. The sides of her lips cut into black edges and when a breath of releaif was breathed by the maid. It was revealed that her mouth was full of crudely mismatched teeth, even though they fit well enough. The veil seemed to physically shift her anatomy as it was placed on and likewise removed. She possessed several smaller horns that birthed a crown like growth on her head and even though her flesh was extremely pale, especially compared to her rosy lips. The most obvious problem with her form was her eyes and the space around them. Both were an almost septic color of yellow, with long, dark red slits for pupils. This compounded with virulent patches of skin traversing her eyes, from her forehead almost to her top lip. Made the maid look almost like a demented harlequin.

"It's my choice to wear the veil, as it is for all of us."
Selakir could feel a distinct heat coming off the girls breath and her nose was hit with the fait smell of brimstone to top it all off. She looked ashamed for some reason as the young girl stared back into her eyes. As if a formal taboo had been broken and she was waiting to be punished. "You have nothing to worry about.. its obvious how beautiful you are and how much he will love you.. that isn't to say he doesn't love any of us." Here expression changes as if to push that thought. She reaches out to take the young elf's hand and even those are starting to burn with a notable heat. "He loves us all and I am certain that you will come to see that as well." The girl smiles with a hopeful stare, almost starry-eyed if one had to guess and then hugged Selakir one last time. It was now painfully obvious that the veils were basically meant to help each of them feel like they could fit in. Not simply just to hide their mundane, or extravagant features.

She quickly replaces the veil. A strange thing to witness in both directions, as the placing of the article of clothing appeared to deform reality. Her horns and face seemed to shift in order to fit the veil, instead of the other way around. Though the act did not seem uncomfortable, it was a strange thing to witness none the less.

She pushed the door and lightly bowed, the last few steps to take were Selakir's alone and she moved into room. Several of the voices enjoying the revelry quieted as she pressed in. As the door closed behind her, she could see her new master sitting at the edge of a small table with other figures around. Most where the blue ribbon wearing individuals from before, though three new ones wearing mask had joined him as well.

Strangely enough as they parted, she could see two others. A person in strange garb seated almost directly in front of him and another maid, sitting firmly on his lap. Though this one was dressed somewhat differently sporting a pink ribbon on her arm, two large blonde braids and the veil pulled halfway up her face. The veil was easy to explain, as he was slowly feeding her small treats from one of several trays situated on the table nearby. To which she made slight jostling motions and squealed in a muffled delight.

Kenner motioned for Selakir to approach and spoke up. "Good, you've arrived. I have two people I want you to meet." He makes several motions and the standing figures begin to disperse. Several of them giving Selakir a slight bow as they pass her and head out the way she came. The others using another door that apparently reaches back into the main hall.

Kenner point out towards the figure siting ahead of him, while the maid stood and gave her an astute bow. "This is Alia and her friend Peach. I was hoping to have you meet them later, but they decided to give a small visit and I could not let the chance be wasted." Selakir could see that the maid was as formal as Kenner himself. She had already placed the veil back into place, despite still chewing on what Selaki glanced to be a chocolate glazed strawberry. She was of a somewhat heavier build then Selakir, though seeing as she hasn't been eating well for the past few weeks. This was understandable.

The other one, Alia. On the other hand was something of an oddity, even when compared to a house full of masked maids and suited individuals. She was incredibly thin and her form was wrapped in what looked to be fine linen. However her hands, chest and lower waste were covered in thick, silken vestments. Her head was covered entirely with what looked to be a leather cowl that was made to fit in a shapely manner. While the back was tied just enough to allow her abundant brunet hair pour from the back. The front had a small metallic grill where the mouth should be and the eyes were two silver rimmed shaded goggles. With how well the room was lit Selakir could see that she had pale hazel eyes, that followed her as she moved.

Peach was more energetic then the two, walking around Selakir and observing her. Taking in as much of the young elf's form as possible. Though she did now speak. Aside from the bow as a greeting, no other word came from the other maid and then it was another voice that broke the silence. "Friend, underling, companion.. caretaker.. It's rather trivial when you try to actually put a title to whatever task Peach performs. The voice was heavily feminine, yet raspy. Yet as Alia's voice came through that metallic grill in her mask. It added a soft, nearly musical chime to her voice.

Alexander felt his pulse race as Purna mentioned the auditorium. Of course he would enjoy that. As she continued speaking of practice space and being secluded to work it Alexander was lost in the feeling of euphoria that washed over him. He grew flushed at the thought of being alone, working, his fingers on the strings and wood against his shoulder.

Alexander was brought back to the present as Purna mentioned getting lost and the markings. He quickly glanced at the wall hoping he had not missed too much while in his fantasy.

A look of questioning crossed his face as she spoke of 'shinies'. As he turned to look in the same direction as her it all started to make sense. He was somewhat distracted as they turned the corner and his eyes met Purna's. He barely reacted in time to put an arm out. Alexander wasn't entirely sure he was of much help, after all this collision was imminent and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The first thought that passed was to pull away though, lest he hurt his hand or arm but Purna was falling and all happened too quickly.

With a grunt Alexander tried to keep the tangled forms from falling too heavily to the floor. His shoulder butted against the wall for a little extra support. Purna was uttering something that, despite his not fully understanding it, made Alexander blush with the tone. He was sure it was not the sort of things spoken in polite company.

"Um, is- I mean are you both alright?" Alexander was trying to help them right themselves completely. The press of bodies was making him a little uncomfortable and something else though he pushed it all aside because he knew a gentleman would help in this situation even if he would have rather walked away to let them sort it out. Additionally, Purna was showing him to the auditorium so logic dictated that he remain to help sort the mess out.

He held out his other hand to help the other woman up and apart from Purna.

"Anyone hurt?"

Akhira slipped out of the mess that was Purna and a strange human male easily enough. Though it looked like they were still having troubles getting their balance back. It gave Akhira the time to settle herself since the sudden pressing of flesh had unsettled her.

"Anyone hurt?"

The human male offered her a hand. It just just a little too high for Akhira though. Annoyance nipped at her heels and her cheeks glowed blue with heat as she failed spectacularly not to let her anger show. So she was small.... It didn't matter, right? She could still pick this human up and crush him like a chicken bone if she wanted, so he obviously wasn't worth the attention. But she was still miffed so it shouldn't be a surprise when she reached up and pushed his hand back toward himself. "I'm fine.

Her hands were glass, and so was her posture, as she finally took the time to peruse over these two beings in front of her. The male was too tall while the women, if she was a women, was... delectable looking, but Akhira wouldn't let the female know that. Maybe it was the tattoos that Akhira found appealing, but nonetheless, probably what drew her attention more was the shaggy mess atop the male. His hair was too long, much like a girl's.

And he's too tall.

Thinking about how... small this human was making her feel, of course Akhira drew up a mental image of Kenner next to this human. Who was taller? Either way, she thought this castle was too full of beings taller then herself. A small growl became slightly audible as Akhira suddenly became paler in contrast with the hallway and her already dark aura became... almost palpable. This suffocating feeling surrounding her, it was primeval to Its core.

Akhira cleared her throat then. She hadn't meant to let her soul leak out like that. "I apologise if I frightened you."

Alexander helped Purna right herself as the other woman pushed his hand away. He might have commented that her action was rude, he had been trying to help but in honesty, Alexander didn't really care. Not helping meant he was less likely to hurt himself and contact wasn't entirely his favourite thing in most instances.

He did however notice the 'glow' that came off of her cheeks. Alexander's head tilted just a little as he looked the woman over. He noted the blue 'adornments' in her hair. His eyes took in the strands of white and black. Something about her made him intrigued. His lips parted as if he were going to speak but no sound came out. Unconsciously, his fingers were moving against his legs.

He could hear it, her song. Proud, strong...Alexander could hear it in his head. The noise that came from her, the low growl added a piece to the song that only he could hear currently. He longed to write it down, to play it on his harp.

Alexander shook his head as she apologized. "Not frightened. I-I am glad no one seems hurt." He inhaled deeply and he looked off a little. There was so much about this woman that needed to be put into a song. He didn't even know her but he needed to write a song of her.

"I-I am sorry. I am Alexander Demaires. Musician, composer and newly arrived here." With a fumble he held out a hand to take hers. Social graces were still such a weak point for him.

Alexander shook his head as she apologized. "Not frightened. I-I am glad no one seems hurt." He inhaled deeply and he looked off a little.

Akhira blinked, surprised he wasn't afraid. This of course made her question his existence, grabbing her interest and in what could only be called falling into a downward spiral, she was... almost enchanted by his far off look. What was he thinking about? Something enjoyable and intense from what Akhira could see. She held back a smile.

"I-I am sorry. I am Alexander Demaires. Musician, composer and newly arrived here." With a fumble he held out a hand to take hers.

Akhira raised her hand to be engulfed by his, and once again felt like a child. Her hand was smaller than his by a lot. It barely took up his palm, and this made her wish she was normal sized. At least then she wouldn't have to look up at him and other beings. She spoke in a clear smooth voice, "My name is Light."

Uncanny. This was uncanny.

The sensation of his flesh was toned down since she was in her human form, but she was gentle with his hands. Knowing now that his life's work were his hands, it would be so easy for her to take that from him, but she didnt. It would be a shame to never hear a song from this intriguing... Alexander. And she wanted to know, to hear and listen.

"Well, Alexander, I just arrived here yesterday." She almost smiled, almost. The way his name sounded when it rolled off her tongue was slightly thicker then it should have been, suggesting that she was playing with the word itself.

"And I may or may not have gotten lost looking for my room..." With that she looked toward the maid- she assumed she was a maid - that she had almost bumped into earlier, feigning to be civil. Though the dangerous aura that was now toned down, it was still there, like an open threat. "I guess I am in need of assistance, though I wonder where you two were going. I am open to exploring more of the castle."

Then she looked back to Alexander and tilted her head just enough that they could probably tell she was embarrassed, "Can I have my hand back now?" Her hand was still in his, and she could have pulled away, but sometimes a dragon can forget her own strength. It was better to wait.

So she had kept her hand still, waiting for Alexander to be the one to let go.

Selakir
Master Kenner laughed lightly at the slight unrest in Selakir, merely arising as a soft chuckle. He was rather aware at what was the issue and beckoned the young elf forward. Sliding a small plate of items toward her side of the table. Even lifting a pitcher and pouring a small glass of water, setting it beside the plate.

White fruit mostly occupied the entirety of the plate, some greens could also be seen as well. Though the larger plates in the middle of the table also had meats and even sugared items to speak of. Peach in the meantime began ushering Selakir closer to the table, helping her along as well as she could. It was obvious that the servants of the house were far more forthcoming in most things. Either being more outspoken than she had seen other servants were allowed, or even possessing a degree of autonomy. As they continued to move about on their own in most day to day activities.

Kenner stood, waling up to her as she approached. He greeted her with a smile as if he hadn't just left her company a few minutes ago. "A little cleanliness can go a long way, as you can see." He held out a hand and offered her his seat, waiting to see if she would accept.

The last of the other house members left through the only other door in the room, which lead out into the main hall. Alia spoke up as Peach rounded Selakir's shoulder. "Come now peach. I know its been a while since another elf has been here, but you could give her a moment to get used to her new surroundings." Peach stops her near bouncing at the suggestion of this and for a moment, Selakir could see that the maid was actually pouting from behind her veil. Causing a laugh from both Alia and Kenner, plus the grin that shot across his face.

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Alexander & Akhira
Purna began to straighten herself back to normal as the reaction caused her to nearly fall. She had been caught off guard when it wasn't obvious that someone wasn't standing in her path and as she brought her eyes back up. She accepted Alexander's help, eagerly. Straightening her dress after she finished standing back up.

Still muttering several words under her breath, Purna turned towards Alexander. "I'm fine, just a little shaken is all." She finished by sliding her bangs back and facing Akhira. "Apologies for all of that, my attention was elsewhere at the time." She offered in response to Akhira.

They stood there for a moment, small words hanging in the air as Alexander's and Akhira's minds had time to mull over what happened. Purna worked to make sure nothing was out of place with her outfit and that nothing had been disrupted around them. A passing guard was able to ask what had just caused the noise that drew him to their direction and Purna easily waved him off. An action that the guard was apparently fine with her doing, despite being a slave of the house. She possessed the amount of authority that allowed her to just dismiss a guard on cue. Though it was obvious that she meant no harm with said dismissal and the guard displayed no ill will.

She looked Akhira over as she sidled back next to Alexander. "Well I have no problem with someone else tagging along. Though if you want, the rooms are on floor three. The only people who even remotely live up here are the instructors." She adds as she starts to move on down the hall, beckoning the two of them to follow as she does so. "The more the merrier I suppose, its always good to see new faces. Though I suggest you stay close and on your best behavior. tugging Alexander on the sleeve as she walked by.

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Babble

As Babble continued to walk on unsteady legs, more and more eyes became aware of him. Though those that looked quickly returned to what they were doing in turn. It appeared that whatever they were up to was more necessary then having to chase down one person, who was more likely to fall over, then break into a sprint and run for the door.

Babble's eyes traced the lines in the carpet as he began to make headway towards the other end of the corridor and his advance only stopped when his head made contact with something. Forcing his vision ended with what appeared to be two feet meeting his and as his head craned to look up. In front of him was something other then any nurse he had seen before. Though the garments were equal enough, the darker coloration and the size of this person made it obvious that she was meant more for other hardier task. Beside her was a much smaller figure, that of a young girl and she was there with a dead set stare at Babble. Pointing at him all the while before the larger nurse acted. Babble only had enough time to slightly lower his head before the nurse's arms began to lift him up and began cradling him over back to his bead. Where several other nurses had apparently been waiting.

To his ears muffled voices began pattering back and forth. The young girl was instructing them in what it was they were going to do. His forearms were wrapped in clean gauss, while they began to clean him as though he were a toddler. What little protest he could muster was either dealt with by the larger nurse, or just ignored for finishing their task. Only for the process to take less than a few minutes.

The young girl all the while was rubbing what seemed to be a salve across several of the old wounds that Babble had. Berating him slightly as she worked. "To think that you just decided to get up and wander around.. why do that?.. You should stay in bed and get well, or at least get some strength back in yourself.." She worked as the talking continued. The other nurses working to get a fresh set of clothes onto Babble's body.

The larger nurse stopped holding him down at this point, reserving to stay hanging over the young girl's shoulder.

He took her hand, nodding as he looked at her. "Light. Fitting name."

There was something about her that intrigued him. He could hear the music from her, it was strange and exotic. It made him long to play it.

"Lost. This place seems like inhabitants often get lost..." Alexander was still looking at her though he was listening to the song of her in his head.

He was so lost in it that it took him a moment to realize she was speaking to him about her hand and that he had not released it. Curious for him as touching people was not high on his list of enjoyable activities. Alexander released her hand immediately. "Apologies. The song - I mean the music in my head distracted me."

A faint blush appeared as he knew it would sound strange, even crazy to those who were not him. Alexander had never been able to really explain the way his mind worked to anyone else. Other musicians somewhat understood but even they did not seem to be like him.

He turned to Purna who by now seemed ready to move on.

Alexander immediately fell into step as Purna tugged his shirt. He glanced to see if Akhira was following. "We are going to see the practice rooms right? And I can look for my harp? I need to check on her - it. I worry about the wood. It is sensitive to movement, to temperature. I would be lost should anything happen to it."

He was trying to walk with Purna but now he did not wish to lose Akhira. Her song was too exotic and he feared, given the size of this place that he may never see her again. He wanted, no needed to capture her song.

"Light. Fitting name."

Akhira tried not to smile. It technically wasn't a lie since her real name did mean Light in a way.

"Lost. This place seems like inhabitants often get lost..." Her amusement didn't fade as she watched him get lost inside his own world again, only to snap back to life with realization. "Apologies. The song - I mean the music in my head distracted me." He released her hand.

Music in his head?

She pulled her hand back to her side as she watched his blushing face turn to Purna. What a reaction. Were most humans capable of that? She herself had never known humans could change their facial color. Blushing was not... something she'd seen most humans do.

"Well I have no problem with someone else tagging along. Though if you want, the rooms are on floor three. The only people who even remotely live up here are the instructors." Purna adds as she starts to move on down the hall, beckoning the two of them to follow as she does so. "The more the merrier I suppose, its always good to see new faces. Though I suggest you stay close and on your best behavior."

We are going to see the practice rooms right? And I can look for my harp? I need to check on her - it. I worry about the wood. It is sensitive to movement, to temperature. I would be lost should anything happen to it."

Akhira watched as Purna proceeded to tug on Alexander, who appeared somewhat reluctant to leave. Just the idea of Alexander not wanting to leave, it made Akhira brighten just a bit as she quickly stepped forward to follow both of them. Why not?

She didn't forget the guards who were searching for her, and she was sure they'd find her sometime soon, much sooner if she stayed with Purna and Alexander... But.... The look on Alexander's face...

Akhira had quickly decided, she didn't mind getting caught early because of Alexander. He was a distraction from her predicament... For now.

Akhira & Alexander

Purna pulled the young man along, giving him a wry smile at the way he was acting. "Come now, its just a few more doors and you're there." She pointed to show that the end of the hall was dominated by a large double door. With a heavily articulated frame and what appeared to be a large plaque over the door. Bearing a heavily stylized musical not made out of polished silver, it's surface catching the surrounding light brilliantly.

The familiar sound of instruments being tuned began to tickle at the edge of Alexander's ear as if to break the silence even more.

While a door they passed signaled to Akhira's own senses, the taste of what seemed to be inks and graphite in the air. This was most likely the usual stomping ground for Purna and others of her typical persuasion. Several voices even calling out her name and waved in return as she lead the two by. The relative quiet that this level of the household usually exhibited was beginning to vanish as others began to consort. The guards having returned to their post for the time being, only those that stood at certain corners for the halls in intersections remained. The only one to actually be in sight was calmly adjusting his bracers as the three walked by, nodding a welcome to the three of them as they passed. His polished arms and armor looking more like a parade uniform when it was presented so cleanly.

Before reaching the door she stopped the two of them in their tracks and began to look over Alexander. It was almost as if she was dressing him over with her eyes and began to straighten the hem of his collar. "Don't worry, just making sure everything is good for you to meet with everyone, first impressions and all... " She gave a sidled wink to Akhira as she moved around from one shoulder to his other. "There are only a few adults that I suspect you will be placed with. The younger classes are mostly all that we have right now, without enough bodies to fill the usual space at least."

She gives Akhira a glance as she rolls around to her and starts to pull the young dragons hair back slightly, being gentle as she did so. "The teachers are somewhat particular about anyone new they meet and to be honest, they can be a bit harsh. Also, don't let their appearance fool you, as the bother is far more agreeable than the sister." She adds with a slightly serious tone.

Selakir

Kenner laid his hand on Selakir's shoulder as she sat there, obviously not sure of how things were to progress. "It's okay if you want to eat, by all means go ahead and do so. You're obviously hungry and I wouldn't be so cruel as to keep you from a meal." He leaned up and looked at peach, who was now across the table and was sneaking yet another strawberry into a pocket as she slipped under her upturned veil, into her waiting mouth. Freezing slightly when she realized the master was staring straight at her. Giving a slight giggle and a an even more slightly crooked smile. This time revealing that she had what appeared to be a beauty mark on the left side of her face, just below the edge of her lip. The veil was pulled down and she straightened her posture to a more attentive stance, all the while chewing away under the thin cloth.

"Go and get a room prepared for her in the commons." The maid looked back at Alia and then back to Kenner, moving her hands in several quick motions, prostrating her body language between the two of them. Ending it what one would consider her pleading about something. Kenner gave a small sigh in response to the maids frantic signing "No you cannot share your room with her, but considering the situation I don't think she would mind having her room next to yours." He adds as he looks down at Selakir.

"Would that be okay with you Selakir?" He asked her. His hand still lightly placed on her shoulder.

Alexander let himself be led away by Purna but he kept looking to Akhira. Her song, her story was pulling at him. He wished he had his harp or at least something to write it down.

It was only the sound of the instruments that drew him away from his mind. Alexander turned to look at the doors as if trying to look through them to the music beyond. They moved through the doorway. There were people, some even calling out to Purna but Alexander didn't hear them, didn't register their presence.

Music. Sound that danced into his ears, into his brain and caused his heart to beat faster. His cheeks grew slightly flushed. It was the closest Alexander had ever been to what others would call arousal. Many boasted that wine, women and song were the best parts of life but for Alexander his passion burned for song, the rest were often inconsequential.

He paid no attention to how Purna had fixed his clothes or that she had exchanged any interaction with Akhira. His fingers moved at his sides as if he was already sitting and playing. He was a man entranced.

Alexander didn't really register anything she said about teachers or class. For him playing, composing and practice were solitary things and teachers had long given up trying as his skill and desire for perfection in his playing stifled out any demands from them.

"Is my harp in there? Did they bring it here or to my room? I would like to see her."