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Post  Bec on Fri Sep 28, 2018 4:10 am

Spoon hadn’t even noticed when Ora had refilled her cup, but she was already sipping off of it. She nodded and listened to him quietly for a moment, ruminating on his words. She felt… pity? Nonetheless, she smiled for him.

“Sounds like you’re the one trying to escape a marriage.” She jested, gently bumping his shoulde, as if to say ‘I get it, don’t worry.’

“I kid, I kid. You’re right, it’s not my place… Or so I thought. If more royals turn up like you, perhaps I’ll find my place in the lot after all.” She chuckled, taking a swig of her drink. She paused, tucking a rowdy strand of her ash-blonde hair behind her ear. “I do appreciate this chat, Ashe. I believe you have good intentions, I do. I also believe that you may be one of the only people inside of the royal circle that understands how it feels to be an outsider. Not that I’m saying you don’t seem royal, just…”

She fought against her mouth, struggling to hold in a waterfall of words that would only get her in trouble. She fell to a hiccup, then cracked a laugh. She covered her mouth in embarrassment. She was falling apart into awkward shambles.

“I apologize! You’re keeping up unreasonably well. I think I’m just about at my limit.”

Ora raised an eyebrow, sliding another cup towards her from across the bar. Spoon shot her a look of shock, not even having finished her current cup. Ora just laughed. That damn barkeep knew she couldn’t reject a challenge. And that she wouldn’t, slamming down her cup and sliding it back, moving her hand to grasp the next.

“Oh, I’ll feel this in the morning…” she muttered.

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In the moment, Shoe knew she had to subdue her shock, and her anger, about the dragons. She switched on to the next topic, waving off Emile to his duties.

“I shouldn’t go. My injuries would prevent me from moving silently. It should be you, or perhaps Rook.” she suggested.
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Post  Agentized on Fri Sep 28, 2018 4:59 am

"Maybe so, Miss." The Prince replied with a small chuckle, appreciating the gesture and the light-hearted jest.

"I appreciate the sentiment, Miss." He smiled, watching her tuck her strand of hair behind her ear, "No worries, I understand. I've appreciated our time together as well." He responded, downing a little bit more ale. Perhaps those weren't the words he would have used it he had been a bit more sober, but he didn't really mean it anything more than the innocent words that they were. Het set the mug back on the counter, letting out a small laugh as she hiccuped. That was cute. Wait-- not like that. He didn't mean it like that. Not that it wasn't cute-- it was-- but he wasn't thinking that she was cute; not that she wasn't cute but just... agh! The alcohol was muddling with his brain. He kicked back the rest of his mug, downing the remainder of the ale. He let out a hearty laugh as Ora shot Spoon another, and the young woman, shocked at first, downed her previous mug before grasping the new one to begin tackling the cup of alcohol.

"I should probably call it here, myself, since I have to be on the road tomorrow but... what's the fun in that." He said, ordering another mug from the barkeep. Seeing the new one passed his way, he gripped the handle, raising it and taking a swig. Oof. He was really starting to feel it now.

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Seeing that he was no longer needed by Shoe or David, Emile made his departure from the cabin, and from the camp. His route was familiar underneath his paws; he would carry himself the majority of the way there in his wolf form, but he'd change before he reached the limits of the town. It wouldn't make much sense for her "dog" to come get her and tell her she needs to go, of course. He would need to be in his human form to tell her of her father and mother's wishes. However, his wolf form was much faster. He would arrive far quicker this way.

"I would never dream of asking you, in your condition. Rook will go. I'll be back in a minute." David said, also exiting the cabin. He approached the fire behind had about ten yards away, picking Rook out from the crowd of people sat around it.

"Rook, c'mere. I have a job for you." It wasn't an ask, it was an order. The male gave a slight nod, rising from his seat by the fire with a sigh, approaching his boss.

"What is it sir?" He inquired.

"I need you to go into town and camp outside the Black Ant Inn. The Prince is there for the night. Don't do anything, just keep your eyes on him at all times. He has one of his dragons with him, so be careful. Don't get caught. When the night is over, return back here and let me know what you find." Archaic instructed him. He gave a nod, "Got it boss." As Archaic headed back to his and Shoe's cabin, Rook began gathering his things and necessary equipment for the steakout. It wasn't long before he was on his way toward the town.

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Post  Bec on Fri Sep 28, 2018 5:27 am

She smirked. She couldn’t help it; he knew he didn’t need another, and yet he persisted. He was her kind of drinking buddy. She took a swig of her own in turn, and laughed.

“You’re gonna regret this, you know! When you’re off doing whatever it is you do tomorrow, you’ll be thinking of me, and how much you wish you’d never invited me back in to chat more,” she chuckled. “What are you doing tomorrow, anyway? Just patrol work? Seems a bit trivial for someone of your status. No offense.” she inquired, foggily remembering that he’d said something about it before, but she couldn’t quite remember … this may not be the alcohol at fault, though, but rather the shock and excitement of the dragon.

At the memory of the dragon she visibly softened, and shifted back into her seat, chugging down her last bit of ale.

“How fast are they..?” she murmured, losing track of her previous train of thought entirely.

’Snap out of it!’ She thought, forcing herself to try and sober up. She was failing, but she knew she needed to push through and listen to his answer.

She pulled her cup up to her face, resting the rim atop her lips and focusing her eyes on him once again as she seemed to almost curl into a ball on the stool; the complete opposite of how she’d been splayed out in a very masculine fashion beforehand.
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Post  Agentized on Fri Sep 28, 2018 6:08 am

"Maybe so, miss, but I'll take a good, fun chat and a bad hangover over a boring night anyday." Ashe replied with a laugh. Did that even make sense? Probably not. But he didn't care. He was enjoying her company, having fun, and was full of good ale. Nothing else really mattered at the current moment.

"Something to that nature, yes." He answered, tipping back his mug and chugging a good bit of his drink.

"Eh, many people think the same. Can't blame anyone for that. I prefer it though." He shrugged, eying his mug before shifting his gaze back to her. He could see the visual change in her posture, but her words left him a little perplexed; he could take a good guess at what she was asking, but he wasn't completely sure.

"How fast are what?" He inquired, a slight pause, "The dragons?" He watched as her position on the stool seemed to change entirely from the one she'd had before. It was a bit more relaxed, soft, and perhaps even slightly vulnerable than the one she'd had before, which was more solid and a bit rigid. He'd hardly realized it, but his own position on his stool had changed as well; he was angled more toward her than the actual bar counter, with his left arm resting on the counter gripping his mug of ale while his other hand was relaxed in his lap.

"Well... they're all decently fast, I suppose. But Veraxes is the fastest, because he's the smallest and lightest." He was unsure if that was actually the answer she was looking for, but he assumed that's what she had been inquiring about.

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Biting her lip, she tried so hard not to let herself once more slip into the excitement and wonder that was dragons. It was a fruitless effort. She seemed to jostle in her seat, wiggling enthusiastically.

“I want to know. I want to know about the others. What colors are they? What are they like? Why do you choose to keep Veraxes with you, or do you switch them out? What’s it like to fly? Does their armor slow them down at all? Why do you think they chose you? I want to know everything.”

As she bombarded him with questions, a grin grew out from beneath her mug. She was gripping the glass eagerly, a bit too eagerly in fact. Before she got the chance to crush it, Ora plucked the cup straight from her hands, replacing it with a full one. Glass now full, Spoon began sipping on her drink as she awaited his informative answers to her many, many inquiries.
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Ashe couldn't help but let out a small laugh, noticing her eagerness to learn more about his dragons. He couldn't blame her; most people were. In fact, he had been the same way before he'd had the privilege of raising his five. He couldn't remember all the countless times he had flocked to his sister's room, bombarding her with questions about the creatures from her readings. He'd had a tendency to flood poor Ailyn with inquiries after hearing about her latest ventures in reading the words written by others long before them. The information was often limited, and from what he had learned later, sometimes inaccurate. He didn't want peoples' curiosities to go unsated, and the ignorance about these magnificent animals to go uncorrected, so he was always more than happy to oblige others with the information he'd gather about his own dragons.

"Well, truth be told, Miss, I suppose my dragons nor I really chose each other. I saved them from poachers when they were still just mere eggs, and returned them to their mother. With her dying breath, she entrusted me and gifted me with her children, leaving her legacy-- and their father's legacy, as he had also been struck down by those very same poachers-- in my hands. My sisters and I cared for them until they hatched, and raised them until they were old enough to fend for themselves." He paused, taking a swig of his ale.

"Dragons do not do well in captivity. They won't breed, they remain small, and they for sure don't like being confined. However, Veraxes was the one who stayed by my side. He is not a captive dragon by any means, and has free range to come and go as he pleases-- truth be told, I don't know why he stays. Maybe it's for me, maybe it's for the magic in the tower, or maybe for something else. But I am glad he does. Out of the five, he's probably the most docile too, truth be told. Arokhai, she's probably the next biggest up from him-- she's red, and a bit more of an aggressive spitfire. She resides in the tower in Taal to the far West. Then there's Axius, the next biggest up from her-- he's green. More calm than Arokhai, but certainly not as much as Veraxes. He's in the tower in central Kalentia. Then there's Alvarys, probably the most beautiful of all of them, and the second largest. She's this gorgeous crystal blue. She's a sweetheart, but incredibly territorial." He laughed a little bit, "She's up north, in Valendros." He stopped for a moment, noticing another patron that seemingly had slipped inside without a sound. A man with raven-black hair, adorning leather armor and leather arm guards. A quiver of arrows was strapped to his back, as was a bow, which seemed hand-crafted, well-used, but well taken care of. However, most interesting, Ashe noticed his eyes, which seemed drawn to them out of everyone else at the Inn. Silver. It was almost like he had seen them before... it seemed as if the man were listening in on their conversation, despite being halfway across the room, which was filled with all sorts of chatter and obnoxious drunks.

"And then..." Ashe took a breath, returning his focus back to Spoon and their conversation, "there's Seraxes. He's the black one, and the biggest out of all of them. By... a lot. He's at least twice the size of Alvarys if not bigger. While I like to see all my dragons in a positive light, I cannot lie about Seraxes. He's particularly aggressive and extremely territorial. He's the only one of my dragons that I would not advise a stranger to interact with. Fortunately, he does try to keep to himself and not cause issues, though-- and he's also taken up residence in Askisia's tower to the southwest; they have the least population there." He finished telling her about the individual dragons.

"As for their armor, I'm sure it slows them down some-- it's a lot, and it's heavy. But not by much, I'd imagine. But I'm sure the reduction of movement speed is worth the extra protection. And flying? Truth be told, I've only done it once or twice; it's exhilarating. So free. The amount of trust you have to have in them... your life is in their hands. It's very difficult to see anything with all the wind, though." He chuckled a little bit, downing the last bit of his ale.

"A lot of people ask me why I don't ride them more often. Or why I don't ride them into battle. Sure, I could, if I wanted to, but... what good can I personally do from atop their backs? I'm better off helping on the ground or on the back of a horse, with a sword in hand." He preemptively explained, leaning back a tiny bit in his stool, indicating that he was probably done drinking for the night. He was curious to see if she had anymore questions for him; and it seemed the other man leaning against the wall halfway across the room with his arms crossed over his chest observing them with his silver irises was wondering the same. He could afford to wait a few extra minutes to gleam information from their conversation before ushering Spoon off to the house of her beloved.

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Post  Bec on Sat Sep 29, 2018 2:48 am

Spoon couldn’t help but listen in awe. She completely shut out all else as she tuned her entire being into his words. Like a kid in a candy shop, she would only get more excited at every turn.

It was only when the prince took pause to take notice of the ‘mysterious stranger’ that she lost her focus. She completely froze for a moment, grinning from ear to ear at the sight of Emile’s human form. How many weeks -- months -- had it been since she’d seen him like this?

Making sure to lose her giddy expression by the time Ashe had returned his attention to her, she continued to nod happily, grateful to learn all this new information that he seemed to more than happily throw at her.

Waiting until he finished, she paused a moment; leaning back and tracing her fingertips around the edge of her mug in thought.

“Well, I would personally ask, and this is in reference to that last topic… why not use them for transportation?” she questioned, sitting upright once more. “Perhaps they’d not make the most effective in battle, but surely they’d come in handy for sending off information, right? Either way,,” she cut the conversation off, stepping down from her stool and stretching, “it appears my escort is here.”

Grabbing her drink, she forcefully slammed it back. She let out a satisfied sigh and set it back atop the counter, beginning to dig through her pockets afterward. Finding her bag, she set it down on the bar and begun to count out the change for her bill. She was almost certain she’d counted correctly, but threw in a few extra coins anyway; just in case. Pushing her dues over to the always grateful Ora, she gave her a quick salute of appreciation.

“Take care of this one, Miss. Surely he’ll pay well for your services.” she chuckled, turning back to her conversational partner of the night. “If you’ve the time tomorrow, why don’t you check in with House Whittaker anyway? I’m sure they’d appreciate the visit, and perhaps we could talk more, without the risk of waking to a bad hangover afterward -- my apologies, by the way.”

She smiled, beginning to turn and walk towards her fetching counterpart. She waved loosely over her shoulder, keeping her head turned to listen in to the prince’s response as she did.

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Ever anxious, Shoe was now pacing aimlessly, lost in her own destructive thoughts.

"David..." she murmured, not looking up from her path, "what should we do? Would this not be the perfect opportunity to take down the only heir to Valkaria? It seems so within grasp, I want to jump at it. The royal line would be shattered. They'd have to rush to find a replacement of lesser blood. The public would view them as weak and in less regard. And what of his dragons? With Ashe gone, what would they do? Scatter? Would they no longer be a concern? Or should we take them out as well?"

She continued to mutter a myriad of ideas and concepts under her breath, irritating herself between the squeaking of the floor and her own incessant cycle of thoughts. She felt completely sure, and yet lost at the same time. The desire to act and the desire to wait were clashing within her, tugging and tearing at her brain and leaving her without a clue. Her only solace would be the word of her beloved; he was at times the calm to her storm, just as she could be the fell of his walls. If it was best to act now, he would know. She trusted in that. She believed in that.
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Ashe listened as she posed her question; seemingly only food for thought, as their conversation ended there. His brow slightly raised as she mentioned her 'escort'. Sure, he could ask questions, but it wouldn't do anything other than confirm what he was sure he already knew about the mysterious man, and out just exactly what he was for anyone listening to hear-- that was just about the last thing the Prince wanted. He didn't care what the man was; he was just another ctizen as far as he was concerned. However, he knew there were some people in this very room who would take up arms against Spoon's 'escort' just because he was different than them. Truth be told, it was quite obvious as long as you were paying attention-- not that many people or creatures had those peculiar set of silver eyes, so the fact that the 'dog' and the man shared those same eyes... perhaps if hadn't had such a unique colour to his irises, it wouldn't have been as obvious, but unfortunately for him... he hit the genetic lottery on that one. However, thankfully, most patrons around the Inn were just looking to have some drinks after a day's worth of hard work and labor, and weren't all that interested in anyone else around them, so the likelihood that any one of them would notice was very slim. The only reason Ashe had noticed was because it was part of his job. He had to be vigilant and aware of his surroundings at nearly all times; if he wasn't, it could mean the end of him.

The Prince leaned forward in his stool, folding both arms on top of the counter. He closed his eyes, listening to her as she sorted the change out on the counter. When she as finished, he opened his eyes, a small grin coming across his face as he looked to Ora.

"Aye, Ma'am. I'll pay well; the Black Ant is worth every coin and more." He said, before turning his head to look over at Spoon as she began to depart.

"That's not a bad idea, Miss. Besides, House Whittaker would think it rude of me if they heard I was in the area and didn't stop by for a visit. Lady Gwyn might have my head for it, even." He gave a small laugh; it was meant as a joke, but from the specific choice of words and the way it was spoken, one who knew the true intentions of House Whittaker could mistake it for something more. Was it just a coincidence, or did the Prince have an inkling of House Whittaker's rebellious behavior that went on behind seemingly closed curtains?

"No need to apologize, Miss. It's not like you forced the drinks down my throat." He laughed again, "Besides, 'twas a grand time. I'll not regret a word, even come morning."

"If you two need horses, take two from the stable. I'll pay for them. The roads should be clear tonight, but I'll wish you safe travels, nonetheless." With that, he gave a small wave with his hand, indicating goodnight and goodbye. Emile gave a small nod in thanks, returning a slight wave to the Prince before exiting the Inn.

"Well... I suppose we're heading to the stable, then." He said, looking back at Spoon. Normally he wouldn't be so eager to use someone else's money, especially for something so expensive. But, he had been getting after Spoon about getting a horse for months now-- after the fiasco earlier that day, he wasn't so sure going after a wild one would be in her best interest at the current moment. This was the next best thing. Even if she protested, he was going to make sure that she at least left on a horse one way or another.

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David was sitting in a wooden chair opposite her side of the room, watching her as he was slightly slumped to one side, hand resting on his chin as his elbow was propped up on the arm rest. His dark eyes watched as she went back and forth, back a forth, pacing insesintly as she kept rambling on.

"Relax, love, or you'll only hurt yourself more." He said calmly, quietly, knowingly-- there was a bit of concern there too. He rose to his feet, taking a few quick strides toward her. He outstretched his arms to her in an attempt to embrace her from behind-- also an attempt to stop her in her tracks, an attempt to stop her from pacing, and to calm her.

"We have to think carefully about this. He has one of his dragons with him tonight. If we were to try to take him out tonight it would have to be precise, and everything would have to be perfect. One small fuck up and everything we've worked so hard to achieve would be done for. I'm of the opinion that we should wait, observe, and learn more information before we strike. I don't think the risk is worth the reward right now. I think we'll get a better opportunity; just not right now." He said thoughtfully. Sure, if everything worked out exactly as they planned it, they could hit the Crown extremely hard right now. But if something went awry... they could lose people, and their home base could be exposed. They couldn't afford to lose anyone right now, not with their numbers being so small, and while they were so vulnerable. In his mind, waiting, watching, and gaining information was the best thing that they could do.

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Typically, Spoon would respond to the Prince’s offer with uncertainty or resistance. However, being a little more than tipsy, she could only smile giddily at the thought of finally, finally getting a horse.

“Prepare to spend good coin!” she called back, “I’ve good taste in horses! Thank you!”

With that, she practically leaped out of the Inn, planting herself directly into Emile’s chest. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, pressing her face into him. Her face was essentially radiating with heat from her flush.

“I haven’t seen your face in so long! Hug me, you fool, and take my arm as we go to the stables.” she instructed, beaming as she grinned up at him.

Releasing him only after he’d comply to her demands, as she knew he would, she took his arm and began their trek. She waited ‘til the Inn’s bustle faded behind them before she began to talk again.

“I’ve learned a few things,” she explained, hushing herself, “he knows Triton’s intentions. I’ve learned the amount and locations of his pets, as well as their specific strengths. And…”

She came to a halt, squinting at the ground as she struggled to find her words.

“... he’s good. I think, at least. He seems to… not want to be himself. Trapped, almost? I can’t explain it. It’s just a feeling, but I… well, I feel it.”

Heaving a sigh, she continued on, shaking her head.

“I’m not sure, Emile. I’m really not sure.”

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Allowing his embrace, Shoe slowed to a stop. She stared at the ground as he spoke, taking in and ruminating on his every word of advice. Sighing softly, she allowed herself to relax. A smile creeped its’ way onto her lips in secret as she placed her hands atop his own.

“You are right, love. You’re right.”

She turned within his grasp, wrapping her arms around him as she fell contently into his embrace.

“We will wait. We will find a time, and when we are ready, we will take them on as one. Surely we cannot lose so long as we are united. I only hope Emile returns with his news soon, and that Rook’s investigation is fruitful.”

With a pause, she began to frown, thinking hard against her own orders.

“Do you think it was right for me to send her to stay with him tonight? Am I using her? Her relationship shouldn’t be a bargaining chip for us. I feel… I’m beginning to view it as one.”
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Emile stopped in his tracks as she jumped in front of him, wrapping her arms around him. He could feel the warmth radiating from her face as she buried it into his chest. He smiled at her words, not hesitating in wrapping his arms around her smaller frame.

"It's like you haven't seen me in ages." He laughed a little; he knew she always yearned to see him in this form. She preferred this form over his other. Only after he'd complied to her demands did they begin toward the stables again. For a few minutes, the walk was spent in silence before she decided to speak again. He stayed silent until she was finished, though his eyes remained on her the entire time.

"... you've learned a lot. I'm surprised the Prince would be so willing to give up so much to someone he had only just met. But, it should prove valuable, if he was telling the truth about all of it. However... what did you mean that he knows Triton's intentions?" He inquired, "And, do you really think he's that way? I don't think it's ever crossed our minds before that maybe even those closest to the Queen may or may not be as fond of her as we had originally thought." He was curious now. Could that really be the case? Or was the Prince being as equally subtle with his tricks as they were being with their own? The inquiries within his mind ceased as they entered the stable.

"Pick a couple horses, I'll grab the tack." He said, going to grab a couple pads, girths, bridles, and saddles for their horses. He'd let her decide what their mounts were. There was one particularly handsome looking big chestnut stallion...

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A small smile crept at the corners of his lips as he felt her arms around him. Other than Spoon, she was the only one who ever got to see him like this, or with any kind of smile on his face. They were the only ones who really brought him any kind of joy. Staging this rebellion... it was difficult, and the smallest mistake could get them all killed. Thankfully it wasn't a burden he had to face alone, but that didn't make it any less tough. He gave a small nod at her words. There was a pause before he heard her voice again. This time, he remained in thought for some time.

"It's... a tough thing, isn't it? I can't say I haven't thought that before. The thought of if we're using her and her relationship. Part of me is sure she wouldn't do anything that she didn't want to do. She is our daughter after all. But... I also don't want her to do things just because she feels she has to for the cause." He let out a sigh. Everything was always so complicated. Always.

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