@ katahdin
If Hanvosi noticed Bridris' sour attitude towards him, he didn't show it, remaining completely unruffled as she sat in the chair he'd cleared for her and told him what she remembered. "I see," he nodded. "Well, I'm afraid without details, I can only guess at how you were spelled. You see, it might be tied to an object, it might've been woven by a faerie's magic, in which case only the faerie could break it, though few in this kingdom have the skill for such a thing, or you could've ingested it with the wine, and it's nature would determine how it's broken. You haven't had anything to eat or drink since the wine so far as you can remember, have you?" He held up the green tinted bottle he'd fetched. "This is a revealing agent. One drop won't have any ill effects on you, but it will make magic visible. If the wine was spelled, I would be able to see the nature of the spell and once I know that, I would know how to break it. This will only work if the wine was spelled and you haven't consumed anything else, however."
Aubrius had honestly expected Ailuin to be relieved when she announced that she'd stop seeking audiences, since it was the same thing over and over and he'd mentioned earlier that he was receiving pressure to put a stop to it, so she was shocked into silence when he not only encouraged not to stop but tried to give her advice on how to succeed where she'd so far failed and even went so far as to suggest that he'd miss her if she stopped coming. She was thankful for the guards' timely return, because she sure as hell didn't know how to respond to his encouragement and merely ended up offering her bewildered thanks as he was leaving. It was all she could do not to stare after him and instead head to the nearest exit with the two guards.
Since it was the quickest way to the cliffs (and she wouldn't let them accuse her of slowing them down), Aubrius flew there with the guards, pushing the limits of the progress she'd made to make it all the way to the far territory without pause or switching over to her feet. It was a strain she took pains to hide, especially when the flight had obviously been easy, like second-nature to the two she flew with. When they landed, she showed them to the spot where she'd found Bridris. They started to conduct their investigation, but it was tense, especially as she tried to offer her thoughts and help, and before long, they'd made it perfectly clear that they weren't going to accept any aid from her beyond what she'd already given, that they had no intentions of discussing the investigation with her, and that they generally considered her a nuisance and wanted her to leave.
She managed to control herself and not snap at them or do anything else stupid and soon left them to their own devices. She still fully intended on looking into things on her own, but she couldn't as long as they were there. Since she'd missed out on her exercises that morning, she might've decided to do those then, except she was drained from the flight, and she knew she needed to give her wings a break. Maybe Bridris would be done with the mage by now then and have news or need a distraction. Aubrius angled her course for the palace and began to walk.
It was nearly two hours before she reached the palace's entrance again, not because she'd gotten tired but because it was that damn far. It was a lot of time to reflect and think. She more or less had a plan of action for tomorrow, had thought to offer to get clothes from Bridris' house for her--along with anything else she wanted--since her friend had once showed her where she lived, and realized somewhere along the way that she'd stopped being hurt and angry at Ailuin and believed that he'd just happened to say the wrong word to the wrong person and that she owed him a more sincere apology for her behavior. For whatever reason, it seemed as if he'd actually placed his belief in her and was undeserving of the way she'd yelled at him. Hell, he'd taken the yelling well and had let her get away with it. If she ever had an opportunity for a private conversation again, she'd have to apologize.
These were the thoughts running through her mind as she entered the palace and started the hunt for Ramyth and Bridris. They had to be done with the mage, which meant they were either wherever Bridris would be sleeping or walking or.... well, anywhere. Resigned to having to just search and hope she caught onto one of their scents or something, she began roaming the halls. She was navigating one of the busier spots in the palace when she passed a couple of royal guards and caught a snippet of the conversation. "--just trying to get attention. No one worthwhile would touch her with that disfigured wing, so something like the royal guard's the only way she can keep from being a servant, but she doesn't have the skills, so she pesters the King and the council constantly trying to get a handout, as if anyone in the guard would even accept a crippled, bad-tempered free-loader like her even if she cheated her way in."
Aubrius stopped on the spot and turned on her heel. "Say that to my face." Her voice carried the challenge, practically a snarl, and she felt others stop and turn to look as the two guards slowly turned. One had the sense to look nervous about a confrontation in the middle of the hallway, but the one that had been speaking dismissed her at a glance.
"I said you're just making a big fuss about getting into the guard for the attention because it's the only way you'd be able to do anything and anyone would look at you twice with that disfigured--" She punched him before he finished speaking, hearing a satisfying crunch as she broke his nose with the first shot, going in for another punch before he could react to the first one. The second one found his jaw while her knee found his groin. She wasn't giving him a chance to catch his ground or fight back. She was seeing red and would show this asshole just how unfit she was to be in the guard. And she might've taken him down without him getting in a single hit of his own if his friend hadn't stepped in. There was yelling--from the two guards, from others in the hallway--but her world narrowed to block and parry, to the sharp tang of blood in her mouth and the impact of her fists or elbows or knees or once even her head as she stood her ground against the guards.
June 5th, 2020 at 04:32am