((OOC note:

In this threat you will find old stories and new stories involving Querylon and her experiences in Rhydin, jumbled like leaves of a book that has lost its binding and cover. Therefor there will be no chronological order, at least not until I have run out of material collected over the last 12 years. I hope you will enjoy the stories anyway.

You are, of course, welcome to add any of the 'leaves' that you think should be included in the collection. I would, of course, appreciate a note before you post.

Q's player))

Two days later

Vinny knocked on the door of Querylon's house, hoping to have a few words with her. He was greeted by a rather loud series of meows from behind instead of the expected female voice from the inside of the house. He turned around and almost tripped over the cat that had seemed to have come from nowhere. The only parts of the cat not shiny black were the gray bands around his legs just above his paws. Vinny crouched to pat its head.

"Hey there. You must be Boots." The cat started to purr and looked to be thoroughly enjoying the attention. "You wouldn't happen to know where Querylon is, do you?"

"Meow." Boots leaped onto the porch railing and from there up to the roof.

Vinny stood up. "Was it something I said?"

"Meow." However, Vinny could no longer see the cat.

"Meow." This time the sound came from inside the house.

Vinny opened the door and let himself in, hoping that Querylon wouldn't mind. Once inside, he had meant to announce himself, but the sight that greeted him made him rethink that. Clay shards lay scattered on the counter of the buffet cabinet and the floor among a yellowish, powder-like substance. An unbroken jar lay overturned in a puddle of goo. The greenery in the basket on the table looked limb and gave off a foul odor.

A dull thud made Vinny abandon his inspection of the mess in favor of investigating the origin of the sound. Though there was nothing that indicated that whoever had made the mess was still nearby, he didn't make the assumption that they had left. He stepped through the partially curtained off doorway into the second room of the small house.

The first thing that caught Vinny's attention was the cat pawing at a clay jar, maneuvering it away from the canopied bed and toward him.

"What do you have there?" Vinny reached for the jar and picked it off the floor. A crossed bones label adorned the empty feeling jar. He sighed and shook his head. "Can't even go out for dinner with a woman without her dying one way or another..." The cat jumped onto the bed. Vinny's eyes followed the movement.

Vinny's mind worked quickly, assessing the situation and trying to figure out what to do next. The pale faced, red haired figure lying on the bed was still fully dressed. He had seen Querylon in just such a dress of faded green on several occasions.

Boots had carefully picked a path up the side of the bed and now, sat atop the coppery curls that framed Querylon's face. The cat stuck out a paw and tapped the girl's cheek. Querylon's quiet moan spurred Vinny into action.

Vinny put the jar into his pocket to deal with later and checked her head and body for injuries. Her brow was cool and he found two bumps on her head, one at the base of her skull and one on the left above her ear. From her reactions to his patting her down he concluded that shewas bruised, but it looked like nothing was broken. Her pulse was slow, but steady. He also took note of the tears and stains on her clothing. Either she had been in a hell of a fight or she took quite a tumble, he thought to himself. And, whichever it was, it must have happened at least a day, more likely two days ago.

She should be thirsty. He looked around for a glass, but wasn?t able to find one sitting around. The cat was now sitting across the room, looking up at the glass panels in the back door. Vinny recalled having seen glasses and cups in one of the kitchen shelves. But first he would open the door for the cat.

Before he had opened the door half way, Boots shot outside at a full run. Vinny shook his head; not just at the cat but also at what he saw on the back porch. Alongside the worktable against the house wall stood the most beautiful claw-footed bathtub he had ever seen. How odd of Querylon to keep such a museum piece practically out in the elements. Certainly her bedroom was big enough to house the tub as well. The overhang wouldn?t keep driving rain and snow from the antique, he thought as he walked past the tub and down the three steps toward the water pump. He would need water to clean up the mess on the kitchen floor, too. So he filled the bucket that was conveniently standing there with fresh water and carried it inside.

He picked the least chipped glass he could find from the shelf, filled it with water and sat it down. It would be another hour at least before she?d rouse enough to be able to swallow anything. He might as well satisfy his curiosity about what had been in the jar in the meantime. He pulled the jar from his pocket, sat down at the table and got to work.

?Interesting. Very interesting....? After half an hour he had identified all but two of the herbal components and all three spells she had worked into the potion. He frowned, knowing what this particular mixture of ingredients could do and just how dead she could heave been if she had she taken even one drop too many. It also meant that she had to have been in a really bad state when she first took the medicine.

Water. Cool, sweet water. It felt good in her mouth. Querylon swallowed. It hurt, but the water made the cottony feeling in her mouth and throat go away. There was more. She swallowed again, and again. She wanted more.

?Slowly. You?re still pretty weak? The admonishing voice was familiar. ?There, that?s enough for now.? There was no more water to drink and she felt her head being lowered to the pillow.

Who did the voice belong to? She wanted to know. She tried to open her eyes, but they refused to obey her command.

The owner of the voice was leaving. She wanted to say something to stop the person. She wanted to wake up, but sleep still had too strong a hold on her.

The meaty aroma of rabbit stew tickled her nose. The memories of waking up in the bear trap and how she got home started to rush back. Her head immediately started to hurt again, but not nearly as badly as when she had first gotten home.

Who was that puttering about in her kitchen? This time when she tried to open her eyes, she succeeded. And just in time to see Vincent walk toward her. He was carrying a cup in one hand and a glass in the other.

?You?re awake. Good.? He smiled and looked entirely out of place in her humble abode with her apron tied over slacks and a shirt that belonged on a golf course.

?Are you more hungry or thirsty?? She was too baffled to answer. Her eyes however looked to the glass in his hand.

?No, don?t try to sit up just yet.? A moment later he sat next to her and was helping her to drink. ?Better??

Querylon started to nod, and then thought better of it. ?Yes. Thank you.? Her voice sounded strange to her own ears.

By the time Vinny left, Querylon was feeling much better. She had let him feed her one cup of broth but afterward insisted that she was well enough now to eat a cup of stew without assistance. And she had told him about the bear trap, her misfortune to fall right into it and what she had done after waking up in it ? at least as much of it as she could remember. Further, he had extracted her promise to stay abed for another day. While her injuries could have been much worse, he didn't want to see them aggravated by her running around when she should be resting.

An Evening At The Jasmine
(2005)

Robert judged Querylon to be too exhausted after her first full day of actual work at the Jasmine for anything lively to dance to now. He selected an old blues number and punched the number into the jukebox of the instrumental B-side - the extra long version - and returned to Querylon. The music just starting had a slow, almost steady beat, the melody is played by a saxophone, haunting and heartstring pulling.

"This is not one of the dances I was taught." But the light in her eyes did not diminish at the thought.

"Blues is easy, you'll pick up on it right away." Robert stepped up to her, ready to start, not bothering with the bowing this time.

Querylon placed her right hand into his left and upon feeling his right on her waist, gently rested her left hand upon his right arm and they started. Robert quickly taught her steps, with his left leg between hers. His left thigh put gentle pressure to the inside of her right thigh, directing her to take a diagonal step part left, part back.

He followed with a swaying motion, shifting the weight from one foot to the other before completing the step. He repeated the sequence in different directions, including backwards. When the melody or a slight change in the beat suggested it, he lengthened the swaying steps.

"Look at you, dancing like a pro." Robert pulled her closer and deposited her right hand against his chest before dipping his left to her hip. The music vibrated through their bodies and, dancing this close, especially with Querylon wearing that soft yellow modern dress, they could feel their thighs rub against each other during each of the slow quarter turns.

"You even picked up on sashaying." And so she had. She had copied the way Robert moved his body and, by following the rhythm of the music, perfected the sensual swaying of her hips with graceful elegance.

The obvious pleasure in Robert's eyes meant more to her than his complimenting words. Querylon loved dancing, and being secure in the knowledge that she had gotten the hang of this one, she added her own variation to it. Careful not to step on Robert's toes, she pirouetted around herself within his arms during the swaying part of the basic sequence. As she faced him again, her cheeks were flushed.

Then music stopped and they stood still. Querylon had not expected the flutters and tingles that came with that dance move. ?That was wonderful Robert. Thank you for teaching me this dance. It may well become one of my favorite dances.?

Robert looked into her eyes and smiled. Her dark eyes were far more green than blue and shining with happiness, he thought. ?I would hope so,? he snapped his fingers, ?it took me days to plot out such a spontaneous romantic activity.?

His words drew a chuckle from Querylon. ?What else might you have been plotting over the last few days??

?Well,? He took her hand and patted it softly. ?I had contemplated taking over the free market economy of the NATO nations, but instead I devoted my time to thinking of my new hostesses needs and desires. I suppose it is a bit silly but I did it nonetheless.?

?It is a very heady thing to be thought of as more important then a whole lot of nations combined.? Querylon replied with a warm smile.

?You will learn Q that the hostess of the Jasmine has it a lot rougher than the leaders of some stuff nations. Enjoy your dancing days, they will be few and far between.?

?Perhaps. But those few and far in-between dancing days make it well worth it.?

Robert put his finger to her lips and he leaned in to look at those shining eyes. ?I would invite you to remember that my Querylon.?

?I most certainly will remember that.? Her lips moved against finger as she spoke and all of a sudden she was nervous. ?How did your afternoon go? Was it anywhere near as successful as mine was with the girls?? Querylon regretted having mentioned business the moment she had said the words. Robert had taken a step back, removing himself from her proximity without taking his finger from her lips.

He considered her question. ?All paperwork and money - TSC would be better off than I would, handling it all. I am just trying not to make a mess of things until he returns.?

?Of course. And my apologies. I should not have brought it up now. It is just,? she pauses for a breath, ?Honestly, quite a bit surprised and happy that the afternoon with the girls was so productive. I had imagined a worse start. In a way...? She stopped as she noticed she was rambling.

Robert turned the expression on his face from feigned displeasure to a warm embrace. His finger slipped away quickly and he replaced it with his lips against hers. ?I am sure a few more lessons in focus are in order Querylon.? He said before he moved his lips between hers. Querylon gave half a nod before focussing on his lesson.

En Fuego
(2004)

A letter had arrived. To Querylon that was a rare occurrence. The letter was not even from anyone she knew. The writ was signed Dustin Manjahcapery. The only way to find out why he sent a letter to her was to read the letter.

Dustin Manjahcapery was forming a team for the new team dueling season. And he was asking her to become a member of his new team. He listed his credentials and repeated his request.

Querylon was surprised and flattered by his requested and penned a reply on the same day. She wanted to know more about this team captain and the team he was forming before she made a decision.

An exchange of letters ensued. Eventually Querylon was satisfied with his answers to her questions and she accepted Dustin?s offer.

There was some question on her part when it came to negotiating compensation. He offered an extraordinarily high sounding number of paper money. Paper money was something Querylon had no use for. Eventually Dustin agreed to compensate her with the equivalent of Rhydin coinage and they sealed the agreement.

Dustin had one more issue he needed to discuss with Querylon. Her confidence in her skills did not match her record. Or so Dustin thought. At least, additional incentive to win, if not confidence to do so, was furthered by the next deal he suggested.

Querylon would get a new gown at the end of the season she herself would pick if she managed to finish the season with a positive record. Should she fail to finish the season with the positive record Dustin was so sure she would have, he would pick a gown for her to wear at an as of yet unspecified event, day or time.



Season Prediction Paper Article

En Fuego*: "Can this team come together?"

Positives: The team is experienced even though only Dustin Manjahcapery and Lilly Hyde have previously been on a team together. We've seen this before from ENF in the World League Betas where they went a combined 8-0. This time it counts, however. ENF's roster looks above average, but team chemistry may be a problem.

Negatives: Querylon hasn't dueled since 515. Dragonbane hasn't dueled since 517. Hyde's coming off a sub-par season where she only dueled 7 times. As I mentioned before, only Hyde and Manjahcapery have dueled on the same team before.

What to expect: ENF will be the best expansion team. Every member on the team has atleast 5 duels experience with 6 of the 7 team's members having atleast 2 seasons experience. The duelists on En Fuego have a 1.745 combined career MVP which is significantly more than ATR's 1.221 MPDPD last season, tops in the league. Also, of the duelists on ENF who dueled last season (this excludes Querylon and Huma), the combined MPDPD is 2.525. ENF will make the playoffs.

A Business Meeting
(2008)

Major derKorst and Querylon had agreed to meet at the Red Dragon Inn for the required meetings so that she could keep him informed of Mr. Corwell?s health and anything she might need in order to perform her duty to the best of her ability. This evening Querylon ran a little late and found Major derKorst standing by the front door of the inn, waiting for her.

?A good evening to you, Lady Querylon.? Julian took a few steps toward her when he spotted her and bowed respectfully. ?I am pleased and relieved to see you, and as pretty as a picture as always. I trust you are doing well??

?My apologies, Major derKorst, for arriving behind schedule and making you wait. I am afraid I lost track of time.? Before Querylon could offer more of an explanation, Julian held up a hand to prevent her from doing so.

?No apology is needed, Querylon.? He could guess the myriad of things she may have lost track of time over. To his knowledge, today was the first in over two weeks that she had left the valley and her current obligations in order to check on her house. He stepped up next to her and offered his arm. ?Shall we go inside and be more comfortably arranged for conversation sitting down??

?Thank you, Julian.? His use of her name reminded her that he had offered the use of his. She lightly placed her hand on his arm.

Julian opened the door and held it open for the beautiful red-head at his arm as his gaze swept the room. Though his mien revealed nothing, he did not like seeing Vincent Smith among the patrons.

?Would you prefer a booth or a table?? He inquired and allowed the door to close behind them, his sharp eyes focused on her reaction to Vincent?s nod of greeting into their direction.

?A booth would be better, I think.? She answered Julian even as she smiled nodded her head toward Vinny.

Julian returned Mr. Smith?s greeting with a nod of his own, rather cool and very brief one. In contrast, the dwarf that rushed passed them to get to the bar as Julian led Querylon to one of the booths received a polite bow of Julian?s head.

?Would you care for anything in particular to drink?? Julian asked after Querylon was seated. Vincent Smith picked that precise moment to hold up his glass and proclaim it a London Sour to one of the women at the bar and then he glanced over to them as if expecting a comment.

?A cup of coffee or tea would be welcome.? Querylon smiled prettily up to Julian. ?Thank you.?

?I'll be right back.? Julian was proud of her. He bowed to Querylon military style and snapped his heels together before he turned to fetch the requested refreshment, smiling when he heard Querylon?s soft and melodious chuckle.

?Good evening, Ghranit, right?? Julian asked the dwarf now sitting at the bar as he moved behind the bar to check the coffee pot. He had recognized the dwarf from the picture attached to a report on man that had passed over his desk nearly two years ago.

?Yes. You seem to have me at a disadvantage, I don't recall if we met.? Ghranit stroked his beard in thought.

Julian gave Querylon a little wink before he tasted the coffee in his cup. He cleared his throat a bit once the cup was on the table again. Querylon lifted her dark blue gaze to meet Julian's, her fingers still toying with the cup in front of her.

?So, Querylon, tell me, how is old Martin doing?? The white haired man entering just then, Julian recognized him as one of Topaz?s son?s friends, waved to Ghranit. Interesting, Julian thought.

?He appears to gain some energy from the continued treatment.? Querylon knew the questions Julian had regarding her patient without him having to voice them again. ?I still believe that Dr. Amon's prediction was overly optimistic.?

?That is good news and bad news all rolled up.? His gaze briefly dropped to her hand on her cup, then rose again. ?How much too optimistic was Le??

That Querylon was uncomfortable, and rather extremely so, making such a prediction was written clearly in her features. She took her time to reply.

?I would be surprised should he see another Yule in this world.? Her gaze briefly drifted to Vinny again while Julian was digesting that prediction, her fingers again toying with her cup.

Julian reached over the table to cover the nervous fingers with his hand, clearly a gesture of friendship, and he lowered his voice considerably. ?Would you like to exchange seats with me? Or I could just scoot over. You have suffered enough from that quarter.?

?Thank you Julian.? She felt heat rising to her cheeks at the proof that she didn?t have her emotions as tightly under control as she thought she had, and she took a deep, calming breath. ?I will be all right.?

Julian gave her well practiced look before he nodded. ?Nothing should please more this evening than should you decide to change your mind. I would be honored to have such a beautiful woman as you sit next to me.? He said with a warm smile, concern once again in his voice. When Querylon did not reply for long moments he cleared his throat.

?Yes?? She lifted her eyes to meet Julian?s gaze again.

?You work entirely too hard. To some extend I am to fault for that. I must insist that you permit me to make up for me part in this.? He used his most commanding voice as he delivered the request, making it sound more like an order.

Querylon lifted a delicate brow in surprise. ?That Mr. Corwell's health is fading can hardly be your fault, Julian, and I am paid well.?

?Querylon, Querylon.? Julian shook his head. ?Permit to try this again, please.?

?I must admit that you have me curious now. Yes please, do try again, whatever it is.? She enjoyed the making of potions and everything to do with it, and it took her mind of Vinny. But she agreed that she should at least now and then take off for a few hours and do something else. One of these days she would have to put Vinny and his cheating ways behind her.

?Thank you, Querylon.? Julian schooled his features and took a breath before trying again. ?Dear lady Querylon, would you see it within you to grant me the considerable honor of accompanying to the next dance at the festival grounds??

?Well, dear Major derKorst,? she made use of the address he had made free with a twinkle to her eyes, ?when put that way, I find it impossible to deny you an opportunity to make up for your part in my working hard.?

?That is good to hear, it was successfully completed I take it from the smiles?? Ghranit?s grin was lost in his beard.

?Yes, very successfully, thank you.? Julian responded quickly, hoping that Querylon had not caught that last bit of conversation from Mr. Smith and the woman next to him.

?Major derKorst made mention of you being a jeweler. Do you deal in them or do you smith them?? It was unlike her to ask such a question, especially of some she had just met. Querylon?s gaze was diverted briefly but she returned it quickly when Ghranit spoke.

?I do both in a sense. I do the smithing in my shop, and my help does the dealing for me. I believe I heard something of dance, not that I was eavesdropping. Is this a very formal thing??

?I imagine the creating of such beautiful pieces of art to be very satisfying.? Her fingers again toyed with her cup.

?It is very satisfying, the more intricate, the better for me.? Creases around his eyes showed that he was smiling underneath that beard.

?The dance is not a ball or anything as formal as that, just a country dance up in the Atrebla Valley. The festival grounds are between the village and the Beacon.? Julian slid an arm around Querylon's shoulder; the nervous play of her fingers had not escaped him. She was usually shy around strangers and Vinny had just agreed come to his newest conquest?s home. ?This beautiful woman has graciously agreed to accompany me.?

?That sounds delightfully?? Ghranit stroked his beard, searching for the word, ?rustic.?

?I am sure that it will be delightful. You should come, too, Ghranit. Most of Beacontown should be there.? Dwarfs were not known for enjoying country dances, so Julian added, ?they always have a buffet of some kind, too.?

?Food and drink as well? That is as good an incentive as any for me. Will there be any pie there??

?That I cannot guarantee.? Julian gave a deep chuckle. He had heard of the dwarf?s passion for pie. He made a mental note to suggest pie should any of the town?s people ask him what he would like to see on the buffet this time. ?The offerings are different every time.?

?The fire works they sometimes have toward the end are very nice, too.? Querylon had been silent for a time but now seemed to have found her voice again.

?Aye, I think I shall go then. Fireworks as well, that is always a sight to see.? Ghranit sighed. ?I haven't been to the valley in a long while either; I am beginning to miss the air there.?

?The air there is clean and crisp. I do enjoy the mountain valley air as well.? Querylon firmly kept her gaze from straying again. She would insist that her next meeting with Julian would be somewhere else, a place unlikely to be patronized by Vinny.

?As a member of Atrebla you are welcome at the Beacon anytime, Ghranit.? Julian reminded Ghranit as Asegard came over from the bar.

?If you do not mind, may I join, I could use a break from this bar.? Tormay?s friend addressed the group.

?I shall keep that in mind. Although, I will not be returning to duel this year, just to cheer.? Ghranit returned before he looked up to Asegard. ?So you've come over after all. Julian, this is Asegard. Julian here is the Swordsmaster of Atrebla. Without him, I wouldn't have had the chance to join Atrebla last season.?

?You win some, you loose some. A few practices with the Commander and you'll win the next one, Querylon.? Julian kept a close watch on the lady beside him. He wasn't about to miss any cue.

?That is highly unlikely as the next tournament is likely before I will be able to find the time for practices at times that Lady Topaz is available.?

?You may just have to make do with me as your sparing partner, then.? Julian gave Querylon a quick wink in the hope to draw a smile.

?I maybe able to offer my services as a training assistant as well.? Ghranit offered readily.

?If you could be available around the noon hour I may just take you up on your generous offer.? She would be in the valley then, preparing for her afternoon visit with Mr. Corwell.

Julian turned his gaze to Asegard. ?You are quiet, milord. Do you not share their passion for fencing??

?My apologies. I am not a fan of standard fencing, but I am a swordsman no doubt.? Asegard responded, placing his right hand on the scepter under his cloak.

Julian smiled and nodded. ?No apology is required. My skill with the sword has been honed on fields of battle and I am not comfortable with fencing as a sport for myself. But I do enjoy the watching of those skilled in the art of fencing and willing to demonstrate it.?

?Indeed, my blade has seen many wars in its time as well, and our opinions of the fencing sport are similar.?

?That skill requires constant practice as well, though.? Julian had not forgotten Asegard's earlier question.

?Indeed, but nearly half can become an instinct.? Asegard appeared to continue that line of conversation

?But the battle field offers no topic of conversation suitable for gentle company.? Julian gently reminded him that a lady was present.

?If you have the interest in it, you could come by the shop some time.? Ghranit invited Querylon. ?Anyone from Atrebla is welcome to a free gift, my own handiwork too.?

?That is true, but as it seems none of us are that gentle.? Asegard said.

?I beg your pardon?? Julian's mean frosted over as he fixed Asegard with a cold look after a pointed glance to the gorgeous red-head seated next to him.

?I should like that, Ghranit, thank you. Where would I find your shop should I find myself with the time to spare for such a special treat? Though let me assure you that the bribe of a gift is entirely unnecessary.?

?It is just a street over from the marketplace. A bribe?? Ghranit held his hand to his chest in mock offense. ?A dwarf never bribes.?

?Then it will be my pleasure to visit your shop at the earliest opportunity.? Querylon politely ignored Asegard's faux pas and smiled to Ghranit

?Simply that we are all in some way accustomed to battle, none are gentle all the way through.? Asegard?s left hand pushed back some his longer, silvery hair, completely ignoring the lady?s presence. ?It is a balance within us to not be completely gentle.?

?I eagerly await your visit.? Ghranit grinned big enough to Querylon for his teeth to show through his beard. Then he turned to Julian. ?I do believe he means to exclude the lady, of course.?

Julian turned to Querylon. ?Milady, the hour has grown late, much more so than I was aware of. My I offer to serve as your escort home??

?Did I offend?? Asegard appeared oblivious.

?Thank you, your offer is quite is welcome.? Querylon smiled to Julian.

Julian stood immediately and offered Querylon his hand. She placed her hand into the offered one accepting the assistance to slide from the booth.

?A curse this office holds, I see the Balance and move according to my own title.? Asegard sighed.

As soon as Querylon stood Julian placed her hand on his arm. Only then did he fix his gaze on Asegard.

?You were making assumptions you should not have and missed the opportunity to rectify the mistake. Good evening.? His voice was like cold steel. Then he turned to Ghranit with a much milder and warmer expression. ?If you would please excuse us I shall surrender the table to you. I am looking forward to seeing you at the dance if not sooner.? Julian bowed correctly.

?I shall see you then. I wish you both a pleasant evening.? Ghranit nodded to both.

?A good night to you Lord Asegard, and to you as well, Ghranit. Until soon.?

?Assumptions, I make none of the such. As the Keeper of Balance, I see what I do within people that wield their weapons in any way against another.? Asegard sounded offended, but he did bow his head to their leaving, ?Good night, milady,? and watched as Julian escorted the vision in white with the luscious coppery curls across the floor and out the door.

Robert picked up both baskets and Querylon led the way to the four rows of strawberry plants at the far end of her back yard. Four rows didn?t really qualify as a patch, but at least it wasn?t a long walk.

?I think you think to much sometimes sweetie. You can say and do as you like with the noted exception of kissing me on the job. It's really not that difficult...well?? Robert stopped walking and reconsidered. ?Well it *is* hard to keep from kissing me... so I don't blame you for being confused now that I think about it.? He resumed his pace and nodded to himself. ?Even though it is hard you must refrain from doing it.?

?You are completely in the right about it.? Querylon agreed with Robert?s assessment. ?I love your kisses and it is indeed difficult to refrain from going after them.? Querylon halted her steps as they arrived at the edge of the rows of strawberries.

?You do say everything else is permissible to do and say. And yet my instincts are telling me to be cautious. I find myself wanting to relate the days events, things from the past, feelings, and ideas to you, but I do not know how or when it would be okay to do so. More when, I think, than how. Not just at the Jasmine. But I am very much at a loss about what topics it is okay to talk about or do when at the Jasmine, and does it make a difference if there are customers or not. For example - when you looked so tired yesterday I was about to rise and walk up behind you to massage your neck and shoulders to put some energy back into you, but then I remembered your words and it no longer appeared as good an idea. Or getting the clothes, but I was unsure about that, too.?

Robert had set down the baskets, pitched his hat aside and unbuttoned his shirt while he listened to Querylon.

?Every conversation we have is not going to be in front of other people. If you are unsure of something you can always pull me aside and speak to me privately. If I am running a card game however, it needs to be quite important to bother me.? He shrugged out of his shirt, folded it and placed it on top of his hat. Noticing Querylon?s eyes on him he stretched and let his bones crack. ?Been an age since I worked in the sun, reminds me of being a boy again.?

?The bottom line is this, we just can't give the appearance of a married couple when we work together. People will know that we are seeing each other, the rumors will fly and we will be seen together in other places. It is important to me however that my customers know my focus is on them when they are at the Jasmine, not on my girlfriend or what have you.?

?Aye, I understand that. No being overly distracted by your presence when customers are around, nor distracting you.? Querylon ducked down and started to pick berries, setting them into the basket carefully. Robert had a way of avoiding direct answers that she just couldn?t let him get away with. ?So you would not have gotten annoyed with me had I acted upon any of my impulses earlier?? She looked up briefly and smiled to him as the rest of his words sunk in. He saw the radiance in her eyes before she asked with a little catch in her breath, ?I am your girl friend??

?That is as good a word as any.? Robert leaned down and began to work quickly. He appeared oddly focused on the task at hand. ?I think saying "yur my woman" is a bit cave mannish, or at least that has been what I have been told. I am not seeing anyone else now, and I enjoy your company.? Querylon?s smile deepened at his words and her heart skipped a beat, though he wasn?t telling her any news.

?I am happy with either word.? Her reply must have pleased him, for he leaned forward and kissed her quickly.

?Well I am glad. I am also glad to see that this? He waved his hand at the patch and the baskets, ?has made you found your tongue. I was two steps away from breaking my own rule and kiss you at the Jasmine just so I could see if a tongue was still in your mouth or if you had given up speech for lack of the appropriate appendage.? They both returned to work.

?Perhaps you should have. But then, that would make breaking the rule dangerously easy the next time.? For a time they worked quietly, each busy with their own thoughts while they filled the baskets. There was a surprising amount of ripe berries on the plants.

?You have asked me repeatedly to be more chatty, to let you know what goes through my mind. I do want to. Not only because it is ever so important to me to please you - it is you know - but because I find I like it so very much when we do get to talk almost as much as your embraces and kisses. I wish I had more experience with such.?

?I have talked to and at people my whole life. If you want my advice don't censor yourself. Say what you have to say when you have to say it. I might get angry with you, I might yell and scream, you will learn however that most of my anger is not true rage. It's just my way, I would never strike you or be truly angry with you for long. You will find when you talk with TSC that our relationship is much more?? Robert paused to search for softer words than the kind he normally used. ?Physical in regard to my displeasure at his performance. I do not treat all people the same way.?

?I will keep that firmly in mind.? Querylon nodded at Robert?s words. She wasn?t worried that Robert would ever be violent toward her. ?You have yet to really get angry with me, and I hope I will never give you cause to.?

?It's imperative for job at the Jasmine that you speak to me openly and honestly. If something goes wrong I don't need you stumbling around words. As for our personal life,? Robert dusted off his hands and stood up. ?I think I would it be a benefit. I have run through a lot of relationships because I didn't speak with the person I was with or vice versa. Others, I just got plain bored with what they had to say. I am interested in your opinion and enjoy speaking with you. If you ask me, that is a tremendous advantage for you.? He wiped his brow. ?I would not lose that advantage by refraining from speech to find the perfect words.?

?I would like to avoid ever boring you with what I do or say.? She rose quickly once she noticed Robert had gotten up and added the current handful of berries into her basket. ?Do you think we have enough berries for now??

?If it is magic, you must be doing magic, too. You have grown very dear to me, and continue to do so. Sometimes the strength of those feelings and emotions scares me. Especially when they are in no logical relation to what either of us is doing or saying. And then you say or do something, and everything seems so desirable rather than scary. It is likely a handsome shade of blue under the dust? What is the tarp hiding? A cello or a harp??

?It's just love sweetie.? Robert bumped his hip to hers. ?I love you talking but you don't have to use that many words.? Robert smiled and laughed. ?A Harp...no...I got you the blue tarp...you don't like it?? A feigned hurt expression crossed his face.

?Ohlala, I should have that in writing, that I do talk too much. Really? Oh, that is a wonderful idea. What do you think I had best be using it for??

?Maybe it's the arrangement of the words not the amount. Use small ones sweetheart. I don't have any formal education so the use of large words frightens me.? He rolled his eyes. ?Just give the tarp a yank my dear if you would.?

?I certainly do not want you to be afraid of me.? Querylon gave the tarp the requested yank, and then a two handed one, as it hadn?t budged much at first. Once tugged free, the tarp slid to the ground. Querylon?s eyes lit up as she beheld the elegant Victorian-style dark copper bathtub. Apart from an elated ?Oh? Robert?s surprise for her left her speechless for the moment, despite her best intentions to be chatty.

?Two grand and all I get is an oh? Oh is cheap... That is like a thousand dollars a letter, could I at least get a "wow" so I can feel my money was well spent?? He smiled at her with amusement as he tried to put her at ease with his teasing words.

?Silly.? She turned and put her arms around him and kissed him. Robert felt a little quiver go through her as he slid his arm around her and pulled her closer. ?It is ever so beautiful. I have never seen anything quite like it. May I touch it??

?Well now you know what kind of stakes to play for the next time we bet. I am glad you like it. We will have to see about getting you some inside plumbing. But for now we can just fill it by hand.? He put a strong emphasis on every ?we?. ?It belongs to you. Of course you may touch it.?

?I am looking forward to that, when do you think we can do that?? Querylon adopted Robert?s emphasis and lifted her fingertips to the rim of the tub and brushed them over the cool surface with adoration.

?Well, I imagine that we need to get it out of the car first. After that, I am sure I could be convinced of using it sometime in the not so distant future.?

?Of course. It would be kind of odd to bathe with it still in the car.? Querylon giggled at the idea. ?This is much better than strawberries and a charm.? She kissed him again quickly. ?It appears like more back breaking labor before you get to enjoy relaxation with berries.?

?Well,? Robert ran a hand through his short hair. ?You got magic or something that will handle this? I was thinking on it in the car and I was wondering if you could like bibbity bobitty boo it in the house. He attempted to impersonate her nose wriggle but succeeded only in producing a few extra wrinkles. But he was rewarded for his efforts with another of Querylon?s chuckles.

?Good thinking. You are ever so adorable.? She studied the claw-footed tub and its dimensions in regards to magical transportation. ?I think I could that. It is definitely worth a try. How does the bedroom between the door and the curtain sound for the current location??

?It's your house hun. I am not much of a decorator, TSC does all the stuff at the Jasmine. Long as the thing holds water that is all I care about.?

?It will hold water, I am convinced of that.? Querylon paused and with a wriggle of her cute nose the tub was gone from the trunk.

?Holy Jesus.? Robert took a step back as he saw the heavy tub go right up in thin air. ?I tell you what, promise never to do something like that to me,? he waved a hand where the tub used to be, ?and you don't have to worry bout thanking me.?

?I promise not to do anything like that to you unless you expressly release me from this promise for whatever reason in the future.? The seriousness in her voice matched the gravity of the promise made, but the smile on her lips stayed while she looked at him. ?Shall we go see if it arrived safely??

?Fair enough.? Robert nodded his agreement. ?Yeah you bet. I am curious myself.? They turned and headed back up the path, leaving the trunk open and the tarp to be picked up later.

?I am not the least bit worried that it did arrive safely, or I would not have risked the magic on this wonderful, and more importantly so, first real present from you to me. I do not get presents that often to treat any of them lightly. I have definitely never gotten anything near this fine. She again smiled brightly to Robert. ?It is so beautiful, in every little detail. Thank you is a poor phrase to express how happy your gift makes me.?

?Well,? Robert was a little embarrassed because of all the gushing and waved a hand, ?use it wisely.?

?With your assistance I hope.? Querylon stopped just before the newest addition of furniture to her house. The tub had indeed arrived safely.

?Well I will be god damned. That is a useful thing to be able to do. You tell TSC you can do that I will never be able to get his lazy behind to lift anything ever again.?

?Are you asking me not to tell him??

?Nah he actually handles magic better than I do. He won't mind you doing anything like this, I am just a bit old fashioned I guess. I have been able to get used to machines but this,? Robert waved his hand at the presence of the tub, ?This I am still getting used to.?

?To me your machines are the new fashioned things and this is the old fashioned way.? Querylon smiled, enjoying the shirtless view. ?We did carry the berries in without machines or magic. Though how they can even remotely hope to compete with this,? she gave the tub a soft look, ?I do not know.?

He slid an arm around her and held her against his chest. Then as her lips met his she felt as though her heart turned a somersault within her chest. For the moment everything seemed to stand still. She knew now that she had been in love with him almost from the first moment she saw him. He was so magnificent, so imperious, so wonderful, and even at the same time a little frightening.

Robert lifted his head and asked, ?I suppose this is your way to get me to fill the tub, rub your back while feeding you fresh strawberries?? He moved his hands to his hips and looked at her, making her laugh as he intended.

Querylon turned to prepare the berries she asked, ?What would you prefer to drink??

?I?m all set.? Robert already held the whiskey bottle in his hand and gave it a shake. Finding a seat he cracked the top off. He considered a glass but then gave a shrug. He knew she wasn?t likely ever to touch the bottle so he may as well christen it himself. The likelihood the amber liquid would survive past when the sun would set was narrow anyway. He took a long swallow. His eyes watered a bit and his face twisted into a sneer.

The shortcakes were prepared quickly. Querylon set the plates on the table together with a bowl of cleaned berries. She poured herself a glass of milk before she sat down on the only other available chair.

Not wanting to offend her Robert took a small bite of the cake. It was much sweeter than he had a taste for but it was not totally inedible. He raised the fork to her in a brief salute.

?It's very nice.?

?Thank you. You already told me you do really not care for sweets much. I will not be offended if you just pick the berries off the cake.?

Robert set the fork down on the plate and leaned back. The bottle rested casually on his leg. His hand stroked over his bare stomach and he smiled. ?I have to watch what I eat, I don't want to lose my figure.? He gave her a wink and took a slug of the bottle again.

?A fine figure it is, too.? She gave that compliment almost without blushing. ?Might you like stuffed fowl or roasted rabbit any better, mayhap the next time you get to be over??

?I usually just eat what's on hand. I don't get much pleasure from food so I don't mind what is on the menu.? But he did derive pleasure from watching Querylon enjoy the treat in front of her. ?There is always work to be done, people to go and meet. Having a meal is just another venue to accomplishing a more important goal.?

?There is definitely always something that needs doing. I somehow will need to find the time to collect a few items and make the potions the apothecary ordered. I wonder how that does fit in with the pressure to open the Jasmine. What do you think??

He considered her words his eyes narrowing as he mulled over her words. His fingers rapped against the bottle.

?Your presence will not be needed as often as mine. You will have more free time than I will. I imagine you will have enough time to do your own work when you desire. If need to be the Jasmine has plenty of rooms. I am sure I could clear one for you to work in if need be. You would just have to promise me you wouldn't blow the damn place up.?

?It will not take a whole room. But now that you mention the possibility, especially once the Jasmine is open, having the use of its kitchen now and then while it is not needed otherwise might be a good idea and would save some traveling back and forth. I do not imagine I will have as much time for the potions by then anyway. Currently I am more concerned about keeping my promise to the apothecary.? Robert nodded to her words and sipped slowly as she finished speaking.

?I won't force you to break any commitments you already have. Till this point potion making has been your life so I am not quick to ask you to dump your profession. If for whatever reason you don't like the work, or it doesn't work out it would be wise to keep your business contacts.? He coughed and set the bottle on the table. ?Having your own room is not a matter of space, it is to keep what you do hidden from other people. If you do use the ? I would just ask that you don't have bat heads, or uncommon items on the counter tops. Seeing things like that would upset the staff.? Querylon gave a chuckle as he suggested bats be one of the ingredients she worked with.

?My potions are not near as exotic as you may think them. Most of what you or anyone will see on a countertop are plants.? She waved a hand at the kitchen they were sitting in. ?There is nothing like bat heads here.? She took a drink from her glass. ?So, would it be okay for me to plan an outing for tomorrow??

Robert nodded, ?I have some people to meet so you will not need to come to the Jasmine tomorrow. You may consider it a day off, I would enjoy it, there may not be another one for a few weeks after.?

?I will keep that in mind and try to breathe as much fresh forest air as possible.? She gave him one of those still slightly imperfect winks. Querylon knew she would enjoy walking through the forest. She also knew it took more than a pleasant walk to make potions. A day of rest this would not be, nor would she be able to get everything done in only one day.

Robert peered at her in an amused fashion then took another drink from his bottle. His words came hallow as he lowered the lip of the bottle just enough to speak. ?Don't get mauled by a bear or something. It would be a damn bit of inconvenience to lose you now.?

?I do know how to avoid raiding the same bush for berries as the bears.? Querylon pushed her now empty plate away. She picked up her glass and leaned back in her chair. Her dark blue gaze rested gently on Robert to his amusement.

?You have something to say??

?No. I do like what I see, is all.?

?Maybe I should be drinking that instead of this? He nodded toward her milk and sloshed the contents of his bottle around. ?It seems to give more courage.? His eyes looked around the house and he continued, ?If this place was a bit bigger I would have the Jasmine's customers come here so they could see the bolder side of Lady Q, instead of the shy timid girl that shimmies her cute behind through my double doors.? He scooted his chair up to hers and slid his arm around her shoulders while he talked.

She dropped her gaze to the glass in her hand with a thoughtful little sound. ?It is easy to forget the past with all it strictures here. Mayhap you should hear some of it.?

Robert shifted in his chair kicking his legs up on the table but leaving his boots clear of the tabletop. He squeezed her to him briefly and breathed in the spicy-herbal scent of her soft curls.

?Sure, I love a good story.?

Invitation
(2008)

Greetings effendi,

I will be sponsering a small tournament soon. I have sent out invitations to four duelists that I would like to see compete in this tournament. Your consistent skill with your weapon, and your accomplishments in the Team Dueling League have brought me to offer you an invitation to participate in this tournament.

Four duelists, One Tournament, Round-Robin; I will call, myself. The winner of this Invitational will be offered my Overlord's Grant to challenge a Baron for their mantle. I am keeping the names of the tournament's combatants quiet, in an effort to generate more publicity for the small event.

If you are interested, write a missive in reply to mine, and also make it known when your availability is most flexible.

~Rakeesh Sah Tarna~



Greetings Rakeesh Sah Tarna Overlord of the Duel of Swords,

I thank you for your great compliments and the compliment of the invitation as well as your trust. You do me a great honor by inviting me to this quiet tournament in which only four select duelers are to compete.

It is with great pleasure that I accept your invitation. With a little prior notice as to date and time, I should be able to make arrangements that allow me to be present and on time.

Best regards,
Querylon

Lord Mues untied his robes and draped them over his chair before he pushed himself to his feet and unsheathed one of his blades. Ivan, Querylon remembered the name of his blade. After exchanging a few words with the gentleman at his table he made his way into the ring. Querylon stepped into the ring at nearly the same time.

?My thanks for the opportunity, Overlord.? Lord Ar'Daumon saluted to Rakeesh before he turned to acknowledge Lord Mues and Querylon.

A wriggle of Querylon?s cute nose brought her slender bladed sword to her right. She then took a step toward Rakeesh and presented her weapon.

"Querylon." She offered a bow of her head along with her name.

?Best of luck to you tonight.? Lord Ar?Daumon wished with a nod to Querylon before he turned to Lord Mues. ?And to you as well, Xeric.? Then his ruby eyes surveyed the crowd, waiting for the final person to enter the ring.

?To you as well, Lord Ar'Daumon.? She returned his smile with one of her own. The competition would be a tough one and Querylon was not at all sure if she would be up to it, not even having touched her blade in weeks.

Lord Ar'Daumon grinned as a half orc approached the ring after having guzzled down his ale, and nodded to him. ?How good of you to join us, Jake.?

?It sounded like fun.? Jake grinned back.

?I know the feeling.? Lord Ar?Daumon agreed with a slight chuckle and turned back to the Overlord.

?Jake Thrash.? The half orc nodded to the Overlord and offered his plain old sword for inspection. ?It's got a few years on it, but it still holds an edge.?

Querylon offered a polite nod of her head to Sir Thrash and received one in return. She paled slightly as she remembered what she had read and heard of his fencing career and about his person. While she knew Lord Ar?Daumon and Lord Mues to be gentleman, and that they tended to display skill over brawn when in the rings with a female opponent, she did not have that knowledge of Sir Thrash. The man looked perfectly able of defeating anyone of her stature outside the ring with a single strike, no matter the skill.

Rakeesh stepped forward, his broad shoulders pulled back majestically to raise the liontaur to his actual, imposingly tall height.

?Dalamar Ar'Daumon. Your history is infused into this ring, this Arena, and in the minds and hearts of every duelist who has competed here for blood, glory, and honor. It is an honor, effendi.? His reddish eyes slipped then from Dalamar to Querylon, beside him.

Lord Ar?Daumon inclined his head respectfully to the Overlord's words.

?Querylon. What you have accomplished in the Dueling League is incredible. You give face to every champion who proves to us that heart and skill are greater virtues than size and might. To have you here is an honor.? After a kindly old smile, the liontaur then looked onto Jake Thrash.

Pale pink rose to Querylon?s cheeks at his words, which she acknowledged with a slight nod.

?Jake Thrash. You are the flip of Querylon's coin. Yet you are no mere brute in the rings. It is your leadership, wisdom, and skills that make me admire what you can accomplish in the ring. And it is your Badsider Ale that I likely have to thank my current position for. To have you compete, it is an honor, effendi.? Rakeesh turned to look at the quiet figure of Xeric.

?Still using that magic sword, huh Dal?? Sir Thrash inquired a moment later, already moving in closer, his stance offensive.

?Old habits die hard, Jake.? Came the reply from near Querylon.

This time Querylon had the room to maneuver and she swung her blade in a graceful arc, turning away the blade and pinning it to the sand. Sir Thrash slid back to free his blade and Querylon followed. But, having lured her in, he lunged right back in with two more attacks before she could get her guard back into place.

?Well done, Jake.? Querylon returned Sir Thrash?s salute before they both sought the safety of the ropes.

?Thanks,? Sir Thrash nodded across the ring, ?I'd offer ya' ale, but ya' said you don't drink 'em.?

?Thank you, the thought is appreciated. I mean no offense by refusing, I just do not particularly care for ale and we still have two more rounds to go. I am afraid my stomach would not tolerate all the exertion while filled with liquid.? More to the point, Querylon needed the time just to catch her breath.

?If ya' would like somethin' else the lads might have, I'd be happy to buy.? Sir Thrash offered with a nod and then caught up Taneth into a hug and a smooch on his way to the bar.

Querylon turned her gaze to observe the tail end of the other combatants. Lord Ar?Daumon calmly watched Lord Mues and then feinted a swift lunge; his blade arced out low even as he moved. Then the blade released an imposing blast of darkness and drew a thin line of blood along Lord Mues? leg.

?Well dueled. My thanks for the match.? Lord Ar?Daumon stepped back and bowed to Lord Mues before he slashed a salute to the Overlord. ?And my thanks for officiating, Overlord.?

?Well won, effendi. It is an honor, to officiate this tournament.? The liontaur bowed his upper torso, his lion-like lower body remaining statuesque.

?A fine win, Lord Ar'Daumon.? Querylon congratulated the winner of the other duel.

?Well fought, everyone! Take a brief rest. Querylon will next fight Xeric, while Sir Thrash and Lord Ar'Daumon will face each other. Once every duelist has put a foot in the sands of the ring, combat will begin.? The Overlord announced.

Sir Thrash shook his head. ?That was way to quick, Dal. Don't know ya' I still have ale to guzzle and a babe to squeeze?? He quickly guzzled down his ale and then leaned in to give Taneth a smooch.

Lord Ar'Daumon turned to Sir Thrash. ?Are we on your ale break? My apologies. I'd be more than happy to rest for a moment if the group were so inclined.? But he opted for waiting within the ring.

?Need a break, or are you ready cutie?? Lord Mues looked at Querylon.

?Ready for what?? The redhead next to him smiled.

?I do not require a break, milord.? Querylon moved to take position in the ring and offered a respectful bow of her head.

?Well dueled, Jake. It was a pleasure to share the ring with you again.? Lord Ar?Daumon stepped back and bowed deeply to Sir Thrash.

?It was a pleasure crossin' blades with ya' again.? Sir Thrash agreed with a bow, but added with a chuckle, ?Let?s not do it again soon.? Then he left the ring for a quick ale break at the bar.

?Well won again, Lord Ar'Daumon.? Querylon congratulated the winner.

?My thanks.? He nodded and smiled.

Querylon assumed her position across from Dalamar and offered a respectful bow. ?Skill and Honor, milord.?

Lord Ar'Daumon bowed to Querylon. ?Skill and Honor, milady.? With that he patiently brought his blade up to the ready and settled into a loose stance. His ruby eyes glowed softly as they watched his opponent, searching her movements for a hint of her intentions. Querylon stood ready and when Lord Ar?Daumon lunged in she sidestepped his advance, but found herself that much closer to the ropes.

Lord Ar'Daumon swiftly brought up his blade and across his body in a defensive manner and turned to face her. Querylon took advantage of the maneuver to move into position.

Querylon stood her ground then, mostly because she didn't see a way to leave the ropes without running into Lord Ar?Daumon. He feinted in even as he moved to the side, a blatant attempt at flanking her. He stepped back a few paces when he realized she wasn?t about to let him do that, creating some space for himself. Querylon took advantage of his move and circled away from the ropes for more maneuvering room.

Lord Ar?Daumon idly rolled his blade over in his grasp. Querylon held back, though sorely tempted by the twirl of Lord Ar?Daumon?s blade to seek the opening early. Lord Ar?Daumon winced as he tried to counter when she did move in, but she timed her attack perfectly.

?Well struck. You seem to have my number.? His brow furrowed as he stepped back nodded to her.

Querylon had time for only a nod to acknowledge his words. Already his blade was moving back in, and so was hers. Even as her blade connected she felt the bite of his in her shoulder along with a blast of cold darkness. She had witnessed that blast earlier. While the blast had looked scary from a distance, now she appreciated the coldness of the blast taking away the burn of the cut even before the ward started to work.

Lord Ar'Daumon winced and stepped back slowly, settling into a stance that took pressure of the leg she had hit for the moment, and calmly brought his blade back to center.

Querylon took a few quick yet graceful steps in order to keep up with Dalamar as he circled slowly to the right. When he feinted in and moved for position he found her ready to counter and well out of reach.

With a change of tactics Lord Ar?Daumon moved back on the attack and then stepped in, his blade arcing wide, again slicing into her shoulder with a blast of cold. But her blade had found his leg again, too.

?It was a pleasure to compete with such a fine group, Overlord. My thanks for the invitation.? Lord Ar?Daumon nodded at Rakeesh?s response. With a mutter of a few words under his breath his blade disappeared in a flash of silver light before he stepped from the ring.

?Congratulations Lord Ar'Daumon and the best of luck in your challenge.? Querylon called over.

?A pleasure as always, Jake. You honor me.? Lord Ar?Daumon smiled and nodded to Sir Thrash before he turned to Querylon, having a smile for her as well. ?My thanks. I look forward to the change to meet you in the rings another time.?

?It will be my pleasure.? Querylon smiled back.

?Swing by the brewery sometime. I'll give ya' a keg of my best Badsider.? Sir Thrash grinned at Lord Ar?Daumon.

?I'll have to take you up on that offer.? Lord Ar?Daumon chuckled.

Rakeesh offered a wry grin in reply to Jake, as well as a call. ?It is a deep regret that I will not meet you in Iron Fists this season, effendi, and am happy to have seen you in action tonight.?

?Likewise, yer furriness.? Sir Thrash chuckled and then waved to Taneth on his way out. ?See ya' next time, babe.?

Lord Ar'Daumon moved back over to his table, fatigued from the duels, and took a seat. Rakeesh stepped to Lord Ar?Daumon a moment later. His front legs gave out gracefully, bringing the majestic creature into his most sweeping rendition of a liontaur's bow. His tone was filled with gentle respect when he spoke.

?Lord Dalamar Ar'Daumon, it would surprise few to hear that you were victorious this evening. Will you accept the Overlord's Grant as reward for your show of skill and honor??

Lord Ar'Daumon rose and returned the demonstration of respect with a bow of his own.

?As we discussed in our missives, Overlord, I am no Baron at this stage of my life. I would like to proceed with our agreement for me to champion another worthy duelist who covets and will respect the title.?

?I did not want to assume that your mind had changed, effendi. Who is it that you wish to name as your recipient?? The liontaur rose slowly as he responded, a dutiful smile tugged at his human-like lips.

?If I may, I would like to take some time to make that decision. It is not one to take lightly, and I did not want to be compromise the integrity of the tournament by discussing it with anybody prior to this evening.?

?You are most wise. I will eagerly wait your response, Champion Ar'Daumon.?

?My thanks again, Overlord. I shall be in contact with you.? Lord Ar?Daumon smiled with another slight bow to Rakeesh. Then he sat back down, in obvious need of rest.

Querylon, while still exhilarated from the tournament, did not feel up for any more dueling this evening. Her farewells already made, she got up to perhaps enjoy a drink upstairs before heading home.

Julian found Querylon downstairs in the kitchen just as he expected he would. But there was no sign of Garry Bradstreet or Danielle.

?Thank you for waiting for me, Querylon. Are you ready to head out??

?That I am.? Querylon, who had been sitting at the kitchen table, picked up her basket and rose to her feet in a fluid motion.

?Here, let me take that for you.? Julian took the basket from her and offered her his arm.

?Thank you.? Querylon placed her hand on the offered arm and Julian led them outside. For a while they walked in companionable silence, but as they neared the edge of Beacon Town and turned onto the road that would take them to the Beacon and they no longer met people along the way that needed greeting, curiosity got the better of Querylon. ?You mentioned that you wished to talk with me??

?Indeed.? Julian hesitated for a moment before he spoke. He was not entirely sure that Querylon would appreciate his efforts on her behalf, no matter how well meaning. ?After our conversation the other day I took the liberty of having some papers drawn up for you.?

?Papers, Julian?? Querylon was uncertain about how to react.

?Papers that once signed would make your separation from Mr. Smith official and final.? For a moment he considered putting his arm around her shoulders, but then he decided that she would be more comfortable without the familiar gesture. ?They would protect you from any future demands and probably help you with putting the entire affair behind you.?

Querylon?s expression was one of deep thought. It had not occurred to her that any kind of paperwork should be required or that such a thing could be helpful in any way. And if papers were required to divorce her from Vincent?s life, why hadn?t he sent them around already for her to sign? Even before she had moved back into her cottage Vincent most certainly had made every effort to let her know beyond a doubt that he considered every other female more worth his time than her and that he was spending his nights entertaining one or the other.

?I would like for you to take them home with you and for you to read them over carefully.? Julian spoke up again when Querylon remained silent and he read from her facial expression where her contemplation of his words had taken her thoughts. ?If you wish for any changes, mark them, and I will have them drawn up again to reflect those adjustments. Sign the papers only when you are satisfied with them.?

?Thank you, I think.? Querylon offered after another few long moments of silent contemplation, sounding unconvinced. But she had decided some time ago that her separation from Vincent was indeed permanent and she had resigned the ring he had given her to the back of her kitchen drawer when she had come to that realization.

?Querylon, will you promise me that you will at least look them over?? Julian reached into his uniform jacket and pulled out the envelope that held the mentioned papers.

?Yes, Julian, I promise that I will read your papers most carefully.? Querylon even managed a little smile. ?You may put the envelope into my basket.?

?Good.? Julian was happy to do just that. Perhaps, with the papers signed, Querylon would regain some of that confidence Mr. Braxxx had known how to pour into her. ?And look, here we are already.? They had rounded the last bend in the road and before them loomed the Beacon.

?There seems to be quite some activity, too. I was under the impression that the dance was not to be until next weekend.? Querylon indicated the festival grounds that now hosted a number of colorful tents.

Distasteful Nightcap
(2008)

It was late, very late even, but Querylon still did not feel like sleep, so she decided to stop by the Red Dragon Inn for a night cap before going home. Her steps took her straight to the bar while her dark blue gaze brushed over those view present at this late hour, a few young people, some older at tables and sitting at the bar, a well dressed man and a woman whose dress suggested her to be a priestess behind the bar, but no one she recognized.

?Good evening. Is it self serve for the rest of the night or am I lucky and you're still working?? Querylon inquired of the two behind the bar, but they did not seem to have heard her, tossing pieces of lemons around instead.

?Only in Rhydin do people solve their conflicts... with lemons.? One of the patrons offered and Querylon had to smile.

A wriggle of her cute nose and the lemon bits knew to move out of her way and to generally avoid her. ?Good,? she thought, ?there had to be something useful about being a witch.? Then she risked the track behind the bar to search for something liquid that would appeal. The brew in the coffee pot appeared to still be hot, to lack the scent of sprites, and even fairly fresh. A cup was found, coffee poured, cream added. Then Querylon took her cup, careful not to spill anything, out from behind the bar and over to a table.

Querylon had just sat down when she overheard one of the younger men addressing the better dressed gentleman leaning against the bar. "Is your penis like a porcupine's prick? That just doesn't seem like it's supposed to be that way."

Querylon lifted a delicate brow in the direction of the two and then with a slight but disapproving shake of her head. The impolite question had garnered the youngster a few raised brows from other patrons close enough to have heard it.

?It isn't supposed to be that way.? The gentleman quirked a brow as well.

The youngster blinked and tilted his head. ?You didn't say it's not, though. So sometimes it is? And that is why it's called a prick sometimes?"

?Good heaven.? The priestess who was still sipping tea and standing behind the bar exclaimed.

Querylon nearly choked on her coffee. She could hardly believe the words she heard from the youngster and tried her utmost not to hear anything more of that particular conversation because it made her cheeks feel quite hot.

The gentleman appeared to have similar difficulties with this line of questioning. ?Adam, if you want to continue speaking about this, you and I ought to take up the *discussion* privately. This is really not polite to speak about one's anatomy in the company of Ladies.?

Querylon shot him a thankful look before once again concentrating on her coffee cup. She had just enjoyed a sip of the brew when she felt the fire in the hearth flare. Though she sat some distance from the hearth, the stir of heated air reached her just the same. The conversation at the bar proved impossible to shut out as well.

"Oh. I didn't know females didn't know about anatomy." The youngster sounded confused. "Does that mean that you want to talk to me about it where there aren't females, or that you'd rather not discuss it?"

?Tell me Querylon,? lips smacked audibly, as if to proof that the creature indeed had such a feature, ?What did you do to the children that attempted to burn you to death?? The words were still hushed, yet audible in Querylon's ear, and the tone was almost blatantly taunting.

The question took all color from Querylon?s face and her heart skipped a few beats. What or who was that creature to know of that, she wondered, and had any of the other patrons heard?

?Nothing.? She answered simply and as quietly as before.

?That strikes me as a bit odd.? The presence moved somewhere behind Querylon, but it didn?t come closer. ?Not many people wouldn't incite some form of retribution.?

?Is everything well, Miss Querylon?? Corlanthis asked with raised brows from behind the bar. But Querylon was too pre-occupied with just keeping the odd tugs that voice seemed to exert upon her thoughts and emotions to a minimum to even reply with as little as a shake of her head.

?It is not for mortals to judge such actions, and certainly not for a child.? She repeated the words burned into her memory she had heard that day. Sister Josephine, whom she had turned to seeking comfort, had dispensed education instead. The thought of retribution when it did cross her mind much later had not struck her as sensible or viable, not then and not ever since.

The fire in the hearth flared and heat stirred behind Querylon and she felt the presence approach just before a slender hand fell upon her shoulder gently.

?Oh but it did burn didn't it?? The words where no longer a mere whisper in her ear. They had issued from a mouth and felt shrouded in blackness.

?Kindly remove your hand from my person.? Querylon requested with firmness. Conversation, no matter how distasteful, was one thing; touch, that it was gentle made it no less threatening, was quite another.

The hand shot up at her request, but hovered for a moment while fingers were left to dangle with nails protruding. And then it was withdrawn while another one of those eerie chuckles reached her ears.

?Yet you still have some of the fairest skin in Rhydin.?

?Thank you.? She meant to acknowledge the removal of his hand, not the compliment, if the statement was even meant as such. She had learned her herbs well and she was a witch, the removal of scars on skin was a minor thing for her, already had been back then. ?Yes, fire does burn.?

?Do you ever regret staying your hand?? The tone was all kinds of seduction, but this wasn't the type of seduction one would encounter in a place such as the bedroom but instead the kind of seduction that hid deep within one?s own psyche, clawing at the back of one?s mind.

?No.? She had never been so tempted as to have to stay her hand. The whys would take too long to list, so the short reply would have to suffice. And yet, for a moment the voice?s pull was so strong that it directed her to reconsider. But she arrived at the same conclusions as she always had.

?Is that your answer... or the answer of a nun insisting on such rationale to an afflicted and burned youth?? The sound of footsteps then guided the figure out from behind the seated witch and around the table which she occupied. A single nail dragged along the top of the furnishing before it came to a halting stop once the figure stood opposite of her; a cloak of bright red too large by far for what or whom it was draped over too loosely.

Chaucer at the Inn
(2008)

Garbed in white summer muslin and the coppery curls left unbound Querylon entered the inn with a fresh breath of air. She had just returned into town from the morning spent at the Beacon and no desire to spend her first afternoon in weeks without work at home. The inn was as good a place as any to rest up for a while. Her dark blues glanced at the other patrons present as she made her way behind the bar, where she went about brewing a cup of coffee.

Synclair glanced toward the bar and observed the woman there for a long moment. How she wished her own hair were something less average and more pretty like the coppery haired beauty there.

"Songs of bravery and heroics." The woman gave a sigh and glanced back at the knight sitting next to her.

?Now you are simply flattering me, I think.? The knight shook his head.

"Tell me you don't like it and I'll label you a lair." Her tone was all in good jest, she meant no offense.

The coffee made and the cup prepared to her satisfaction, Querylon took the cup over to a table and gracefully slid into a chair. Another glance was given to the couple. She had seen the knight the previous evening, and while she had heard someone mention his name they had not been introduced. So she merely offered a polite bow of her head into their direction before she turned to her coffee cup. With slender fingers she picked up the cup and lifted it to her lips for a careful sip before she sat the cup down again.

?No,? The knight shook his head again, ?I enjoy it. I just think that it won't happen as soon as you say ?Now, what would your name be??? He nodded back to the woman and his attention back to his conversation.

"I'm Synclair; most just call me Syn because it's easier."

?I am Locke Carnelia; you do not need to call me with the last name, though.?

"The great knight Locke Carnelia, of Danforthshire, keeper of honor, guardian of virtue and able-blade to protect the innocent. It has quite a ring, if I do say so myself."

?Err, well, I'm not from Danforthshire.?

"Oh ... details." Synclair waved her hand in dismissal of the protest.

The inn was nearly empty and the conversation echoed gently off the walls. A little smiled played around Querylon?s lips at the overheard words. The knight appeared thoroughly uncomfortable and the woman?s eloquence reminded her of some lines of Geoffrey Chaucer she head read recently. She attempted to give the appearance of being happily occupied with carefully sipping the still steaming coffee, though.

?Well, bards do seem to like getting the details right...? The knight tried again.

"Oh yes, when they're not making it up as they go along." Synclair laughed at the suggestion, and then tipped her head as she regarded him. "So where are you from?"

?Well, I was born on a farm. We were rather remote, so I don't really come from any town. I come from the country of Albion, though.?

?It is most kind of you to say so, milady. Indeed, it is as Sir Locke claimed, you are a most skillful introducer.? From the corner of her eye she spotted a man approaching the bar and of course she recognized him at once. Accordingly the smile she regarded Synclair with turned out happier than she had intended.

Synclair bowed again and then straightened, the fingers of both her hands lifted to her lips for a little kiss tossed at each of them. "You are very kind, Lady Querylon."

?I do not yet have your name, milady. What may I call you should we meet again?? Querylon wondered how soon she might extract herself without seeming rude. Erasmus had plopped down on a stool and pulled out a flask from his pocket. Now he took a long pull from the flask with one hand as the other pulled his pipe from inside his vest.

"I am named by my parents with the Christian name of Synclair but most who truly know me name me simply, Syn." Synclair offered simply.

Locke nodded and sighed, but otherwise remained silent, and generally looking a little lost. He had brought along his tankard, perhaps in the hope of being invited to sit at Querylon?s table. Querylon felt for him, herself usually being shy and awkward in the company of strangers.

Erasmus struck a match and sparked a glowing ember in the bowl. A tendril of aromatic smoke lifted into the air. Then he just sat there, head-in-hands. He hadn't even glanced around to see who else was in the Inn. A constant stream of smoke rose from where he sat at the bar, while he appeared weighed down with deep sorrow.

Querylon nose flared barely noticeably, but the scent she knew to be quite pleasant did not yet reach that far over. She inclined her head politely to Synclair, not offering her hand again since the gesture had been ignored earlier by the knight.

?It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Synclair.?

"It is indeed my pleasure to be blessed with a moment of your most gracious time. I will leave you to contemplate the heavens and fate, or whatever other topic enlightened souls such as your beauteous and most noble selves are wont to discuss." Synclair gave bows, one to Querylon and one to Locke.

And then Synclair withdrew to the bar, bouncing around behind in and pausing only when she was opposite Erasmus. She wiggled her fingers in the smoke over his head to create currents of air.

Somehow that did not seem to please Querylon overly. In fact, the woman had just dashed her hopes of extracting herself from the new acquaintances anytime soon so she that may greet Erasmus and find out what was so obviously bothering him today. Now such extraction appeared to have to wait considerably longer.

Locke appeared still quite embarrassed, but when Synclair had left he nodded to Querylon and said, ?Admittedly, most of the things she told you in my introduction aren't true.?

"Yes they are, he just doesn't know it yet!" Synclair piped up from behind the bar and then was back to playing with the smoke rising from Erasmus? pipe.

At the loud voice right next to him Erasmus? head popped up. That was the first inkling he had that he wasn't alone in here. Pulling the pipe from his lips, he asked, ?Are you the barmaid??

Synclair jerked her hand back so she wouldn't be appearing to be petting his head when all she'd been doing was playing in the smoke. Her eyes went wide and then her face broke into a smile.

"Why not? What would you like? A bit of brandy, a measure of ale... a tasty tart?"

?War it is.? Things must be really bad for Erasmus if War was to be a topic more pleasant than what bothered him, Querylon concluded. ?Though I should warn you that I have little experience or knowledge on the subject to add to the conversation.?

His eyes caught hers and held fast and she knew that light hearted conversation was far from his mind just now. A deep look of despair still rolled under the surface. He had spoken of talking about more pleasant things, but the only thing on his mind was the fact that he had missed their meeting the morning before.

?Pray tell, what about this war holds your thoughts in such despair?? Her gaze did not leave his even when she moved to sit upon the stool next to him.

?I was born to war. My kin are still fighting a war they have fought for centuries. I think they fight not even knowing what it is they fight for... That is why I left. I no longer believed in what I fought for...? Erasmus paused to swig his flask.

?That is the reason I wear this...? He gestured to the black cloth around his neck, although the cloth wasn't what he was referring to. It was what lies underneath it.

?War is a terrible thing, more so when it continues without end. I am glad for you that you followed your heart on this and left when you could no longer believe in what you were fighting for.? Querylon was of course curious what the cloth was hiding, but too polite to ask, and she could imagine well without the asking anyway. ?But your kin are still fighting. Is it news of one of their misfortune that has you grieving this day??

?It is their annihilation that has me grieving.? He swigged his ale and bowed his head. ?I am the last of my line, and I abandoned them for naive notions... You see, I know now what it was we fought for.... Each other...? He set his pipe on the counter, the tobacco having burned to ash.

Knowing that words could do nothing to elevate the guilt he must be feeling, no matter if he was mistaking about it or not, she lightly touched her hand to his arm and left her hand there for now. Perhaps the touch would comfort where words could not.

"I feel your sorrow as well as sorrow for your loss.? Querylon offered at length. Now she had the explanation for his absence on the previous day. Another thought came to her mind with his mention of being the last of his line. A painful thought. Such circumstance tended to come with great responsibilities. ?Will you have to return home?

?I have no home...? Erasmus bowed his head slightly to look at the hand on his arm, then his gaze lifted to her eyes and he leaned toward her. ?Besides, home is where the heart is, and my heart left that place long ago.?

?Perhaps your forge here can with time become your new home.? That he would not be leaving Rhydin anytime soon for any length of time made Querylon feel relief. For a moment she had worried that she might not see him ever again.

Erasmus let out a small sigh and shrugged.

?Before I met you, I had been beginning to think I had no heart. Much less a home.? He didn?t know if it was the whiskey and ale talking or if he just really needed to get all of that off of his chest, but it felt good either way.

?It is good that you have come to find otherwise. That should help you to make a new home for yourself.? A little color returned to Querylon?s cheeks at his words and a warm smile was on her lips when she responded. That their meeting just a few weeks ago and a few times since then should make him find his heart and home warmed her throughout.

Afternoon Stroll
(2008)

Erasmus strolled through the winding streets towards the South Gate with Querylon at his side, keeping the mood light as they passed shops and street vendors alike.

?Walking with you now certainly more than makes up for having missed the morning practice.? To Querylon Rhydin had never looked prettier than today.

?We will have to do it at another time. Perhaps when we have finished our walk?? Oh right, he had almost forgot in his grief that they had made plans to meet the morning before. He pointed out a man juggling six daggers at once to their left and smiled at her. ?I wonder how many times he had cut himself before being able to do that.?

?Whenever you like will be just fine. There is no hurry.? Indeed, there was no hurry to get to practicing with the blade. She enjoyed just walking at his side. In fact, she could walk with him like this indefinitely. Her gaze followed where he directed and they watched for a while. ?He probably has caught a blade in his hand or a point in his foot many a time. He appears to have the hang of it quite well now, though.?

?Indeed, he does.? They walked on, ignoring hawkers shouting prices for their wares and other less comely looking characters begging for change. They only had eyes for each other at that moment.

?Might this be a good opportunity for you tell me a little more of what you craft at your forge?? She asked with the hope of learning a little more of him. And listening to his telling would permit her to glance at him without feeling like she was staring when she perhaps should not.

He was tall, almost an entire foot taller than she, Querylon guessed. Few men were. His face with deep blue eyes, framed by reddish blonde locks, spoke of experience and could be very expressive.

?I suppose, but I had something a bit more agricultural on my mind.? He turned right and led her down a new street. A few blocks down the avenue dead ended at the wall of the city, and to the left, in an open lot at the corner where the south and west walls of Rhydin met was a small garden. He turned to her with a wide grin. ?Welcome to my tobac garden.?

Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the garden. He had mentioned a patch of flowers earlier, but there were no flowers here. Had this garden always been here?

?Your garden!? She smiled wide with happy surprise that he was showing her his garden rather than a random patch of flowers.

?I am most honored that I am to see it. So these are the plants responsible for the attractive scent of your pipe?? She stepped closer to one in order to better study one of the plants.

?They are.? Erasmus smiled as his gaze followed her. He pointed to the plant she was examining. ?If you take a leaf into your hand and rub the tiny hairs on it, you will release the very aroma that attracted you to me that night in the Glen.?

Erasmus slowly drew back from her, bending only at the waist, so that he still held her closely. The warmest smile yet graced his visage as he spoke to her.

?I do not know how you are used to courting, but I would be very honored if I could claim you as my own... Not in any controlling sense, but that I could see you when I like instead of us meeting by randomly running into each other at the places we frequent...? He felt his rambling was getting to be too much, so he shut his mouth as the last word trailed out.

?I have grown very strong feelings for you.? He stated bluntly as he waited for her to reply.

?I am not used to any courting at all, but I would very much like for you to see me whenever you would like.? She had to pause for a breath. His kiss seemed to have left her little short of that. Her voice was much quieter when she continued and less sure. She was not used to confide emotions. Her facial expression, they way she gazed into his eyes as she spoke and the soft, warm smile around her lips were much more of a confession than her words. ?I too find affection for you and your company growing within my heart.?

His smile widened if that was at all possible, and he unwrapped his arms. Reaching out for her hand again, he led her back the way they had come and down the street. The noise of the evening crowd grew louder as they got closer to the main street leading to the South Gate.

Querylon too was wearing a rather happy smile now that they were once again walking next to each other. That he should want to consider her ?his? pleased her to no end. But it also brought to mind that she had to get those papers back to Major derKorst, so that she should completely and utterly be available for such.

?Erasmus? There is something I need for you to know.?

?Yes? What is it, dearest Querylon?? Erasmus looked at her as they walked.

She was quite sure that she wanted to tell him of the disaster of her previous marriage and the current stand of matters in that regard, but she had no idea really of how to go about it or what exactly the current stand of matters was. Until Major derKorst had mentioned the necessity of papers, she had thought of that marriage as ended. She took a deep breath and hoped for the best.

?I was, that is, I may still be married of sorts. I moved out and back into my cottage some time ago, but I have just recently found out that some paperwork is required to put an end to that mistake of mine.? She glanced to Erasmus to see how was taking those news that must at the very least be distasteful to him, perhaps even disappointing.

?Married...?? Erasmus? steps come to a halt. He waited a moment for the rest of what she said to soak in before accidentally saying something that he would regret.

?So, you are not with him anymore? How long has it been?? He let go of her hand, but not because he was mad, just to pull his pipe and tobacco pouch out of his vest pocket and proceed to pack the pipe. ?Is that why you have been so unwilling to tell me about yourself??

?No, never unwilling. Some things just do not lend themselves for polite conversation in public or to people one barely met. And no, I am not with Vincent anymore if I have ever even been with him. It will probably strike you as odd, but I can't even exactly remember when it was that I moved out for good, only that is has been several months before I went out to that ice cream social.? The few short sentences left much unsaid.

Blade dance
(2008)

Erasmus came to the clearing at the end of the trail and walked toward the lake. He found a spot with a good view of both the lake and the forest and stopped. Dropping down in the cool grass to sit in a cross-legged position, he took a puff from his pipe as he motioned for Querylon to sit as well.

?I would not have expected the practice of blade dance to be done while sitting down.? She smiled up to him after she had sat down in the grass across from him and arranged the skirt of a summer muslin dress properly around her legs, drawing a chuckle.

?It is not. But according to tradition, when practicing I am to be barefoot.? He snuffed the ember in his pipe with one thumb before putting it in his vest. ?Besides, I thought I would explain it a bit before doing the steps.?

?I have never quite understood why such practice should be done without proper foot ware.? Querylon grinned as she said that. ?An explanation would be welcome; it would allow me to better follow what I will be seeing.?

?Very well. Blade dancing is an ancient art that is handed down from a father to his first son. There are many styles of blade dancing, each according to the bloodline it has descended down.? He tugged off one of his boots. ?You follow??

?So far so good.? Querylon nodded and wondered if he was perhaps a little nervous. She certainly would be all kinds of nervous should anyone think to watch her blade practice.

?The particular style of blade dancing that I am going to show you is known as Ulvsvarte, and it has thirteen steps.? Erasmus tugged off the other boot and set the pair together. His left hand lifted to the black cloth wrapped around his neck, and a gentle tug pulled it free, exposing the red, rope-burn scars he continued to explain.

?This is the most brutal of the styles and is taught only to the First Blood of Vargheim.? He stood and slid the large, bone-handled hunting knife from its home in the small of his back in one fluid motion.

?Thirteen, a good number that some even consider lucky.? Querylon watched attentively. She had expected the scar and so was not overly surprised at seeing it when the cloth was removed, but found herself wondering if he might accept a potion to limit its visibility and possible discomforts he may experience from it. She shifted slightly even as she admired the fluidity of motion. That he should show her this particular blade dance made her feel extraordinarily special.

?Oh, let me backtrack, Ulvsvarte means black wolf.? Erasmus smiled at her comment as he headed closer to the lake.

?Ulvsvarte.? Querylon repeated quietly to herself, her dark blue gaze following his every move.

?And these are the thirteen howls of the black wolf.? With that said he settled into a stance she already recognized. It was the same stance he used in the ring, very casual and not like a fighting stance at all. With his knife in his left hand, the blade fell back along the length of his forearm and turned out away from him, he started into the dance, every move flowing into the next.

?One! Biting Rock!? With the first call Erasmus? arm went straight up, and the point of his blade dropped as if into a person's skull.

?Two! Hackles Raised!? The blade was removed.

?Three! Tearing Flesh!? Erasmus spun, swinging the blade as if slicing a throat.

Querylon watched with fascination. She quickly lost sight of the details, being taken up in the nearly hypnotic fluidity of the dance. The motions seemed to blend with the changing light as the sun dipped to kiss the horizon.

Querylon and Erasmus had parted ways once they arrived back in town to meet up again in the annex after dinner. Querylon appeared there just after Erasmus had strolled in. He spotted her right and continued his stroll in her direction, a warm smile on his face. She had used the time to change clothes and now was garbed in robes of white looking very much a sorceress with her luscious curls tied back at the nape of her neck.

?It seems a lifetime since I saw you last.? Erasmus halted just a step in front of her.

?It does appear a lifetime indeed. I even took the time to change outfits.? Querylon returned his smile with identical warmth and a merry twinkle to her dark blue eyes.

?I changed my vest.? He spun around with a soft chuckle.

?And a very handsome vest it is, too. It is to be hoped the ward will protect it as well as your person.? Querylon offered with a bemused smile.

?Thank you, and the same for that lovely white dress you are wearing.? Erasmus took her hand in his and gestured to a table near the rings with his other one. ?Would you care to join me at that table until we find opponents??

?That is a very sensible suggestion, I would very much like that.? Querylon followed his lead to the selected table. ?A fine choice, the table offers a good view of the rings as well for later.?

?That it does.? Erasmus slid a chair with a good view out for her.

?We are looking for a brawler for you, right?? She asked as soon as soon as she was seated with a glance around. The annex was far from crowded this evening and offered few choices for potential opponents.

?That is correct.? Erasmus slid into the other chair.

?Of those here so far I only recognize Bran as one of those enjoying a fist fight now and then. You may be in for a bit of a wait.? The blue scaled lizard-man was currently engaged in a duel of swords.

?That's why I brought this.? He pulled a rather large piece of cardboard from somewhere. It read; ?Fighter to duel any with Fists?. Then he set the sign on the table next to theirs so it wouldn't disrupt their conversation.

?I should have a dance card like that to claim that I would enjoy a match of spells or blades.? Querylon offered after having glanced at the sign.

?It does help.? Erasmus looked at the sign briefly and nodded his head.

The man exiting the ring just then, the one who had been dueling Bran, nodded a greeting in their direction and Erasmus poked a thumb at the sign as he returned the nod, hoping that the man would like a brawl. The blue-haired man replied with a thumb up and disposed of his weapon. Not a moment later the official of the evening, the minstrel Soerl, sent them to a ring.

?It appears you have found an opponent already. Good luck to you in the ring.? Querylon already looked forward to watching the fight.

?I guess you should get one. I got a duel faster than you, and I'm not a fraction as beautiful. Thank you, dear.? Erasmus stood and laid the sign flat on the table before he headed to the appointed ring.

Some Kind of Test
(2008)

Having made plans to meet Querylon in the fighting area the next day before everyone else arrived, Erasmus came out of the back of the Outback, where he resides. He strolled over to his usual spot to take a seat and to wait for her arrival. Then he saw her.

*But wait! There she is! A shimmering radiance...! Hey he should use that...* Seeing her made him smile, but seeing her dressed like she was made a warm tingling sensation build in his stomach. Still standing, he waved her over, his smile growing the more he awed.

Querylon was garbed in one of Koyliak's creations of a flowing butter cup yellow material. It was a deceptively simple garment, with a high waistline, tied in the center with a narrow ribbon. At the same time, it did not disguise the slender beauty of her figure or the grace of her movements. The skirt being cut shorter in the front than the back, showed off well turned ankles and with matching slippers. It was cut low at the neck so that it revealed her creamy skin, and without sleeves which left her arms bare, and she had left her coppery curls unbound.

She smiled wide when she saw Erasmus right away. Her steps took her over to Erasmus, her smile warming as she walked.

?Good evening, handsome.? The look upon his face made her glad that she had chosen this particular dress to wear for the evening despite all her misgivings about it.

?Good evening to you as well, my dear.? He was openly admiring her. ?That dress complements you very well. You are a shimmering radiance, a lone star in a deep blue sky...? He offered her his hand as she approached.

?Thank you.? Of course that compliment made color rise into her cheeks even as she placed her hand into his. ?It is one of those Mr. Braxxx insisted I get when I was to work as a hostess in his club.?

A giant bear walking into the outback just then took both their attention and Querylon quite forgot what else she was about to say.

The bear was old news after the second glance, though. Erasmus only had eyes for Querylon at that moment. As her hand was placed in his, he pulled a chair out from its resting place at the table with his other one, guiding her to it, but making sure that she came very close to him in the process.

?Thank you kindly.? She brushed against him, which was quite unavoidable, as she slid gracefully into the offered seat.

?Evenin' to ya Era and to ya too Querylon!? Destre smiled and waved.

Erasmus smiled and took a seat in the chair across from her. Hearing Destre?s greeting made both their heads lift toward her to return the greeting.

?Think I could beat it?? Erasmus asked with a nod to the bear, though they continued to gaze and smile at each other.

?It does look pretty big. Then again, Lady Luck may be with you. I have seen you fight, but not the bear, so I find it difficult to judge. That little puff over there looks meaner, though.? Querylon gave him a little wink. She had seen the creature soundly beat quite a few opponents.

?I was half joking anyway...? Erasmus shrugged as the bear and the little puff arranged a brawl. ?That it does. I've heard stories of that thing. I guess now I will also get to see it in action.?

?And I will get to see if the bear is as tough as he looks. I am sure you will find an opponent before long, too.? She smiled from the creatures to Erasmus as he waved around his cardboard sign that claimed that he was available for a fight and then set it upon the table.

?How has your day been, Erasmus?? Querylon asked, finding him far more interesting to look at than the current action in the ring.

?Rather uneventful...? His attention snapped back to Querylon as he heard her question. ?I tended the garden early, practiced some blade dancing, then I came back here to do a few exercises before showering and heading down to the forge to see how business is going. And yours??

?My day was pretty similar. It started with a little practice and then I was off collecting some herbs. In the afternoon I had my of late daily visit with Mr. Corwell and then it was time to go home and get ready to meet you here.?

?Mr. Corwell? Is that another of your bosses?? He glanced at Soerl quickly as the minstrel walked in.

?No, Mr. Corwell is a patient, of sorts. Perhaps an ill client would be a better description. A rare occurrence, to be sure.? Querylon attempted to explain her relationship with Mr. Corwell, her mien clouding over slightly.

?My condolences to his family.? Erasmus bowed his head slightly.

?I am sure they will be required before too long.? She paled further as condolences were expressed.

With his head being dropped slightly, it was easy to spot young Lirssa. He waddled a finger at her, but Querylon quickly got his attention again. As he looked back up at her he noticed the shift in mood.

?Are you not accustomed to death??

?No, that it is not it. Perhaps this is a subject we should save for more private surroundings?? Her dark blue gaze turned slightly pleading.

?Yes, of course... I apologize.? He reached out to rest his hand on her upper arm for a moment.

?There is no need for an apology.? She had another warm smile for Erasmus.

(2008)

Greetings Locke DVestavio,

Should you still be in of a second, I would gladly serve you in that regard. The moment I first saw and read Ms. Starr's announcement on the board I have been wondering if you may be looking for a champion as well. It is recommendable that you have decided to fight your own battles.

Respectful regards, Querylon



Dear Querylon,

While we have only met briefly, I believe, and only exchanged the usual chit-chat that is befitting a bartender and his customer, I have heard many good things about you, both in terms of your dueling prowess and your kindness towards others.

I am well aware that my reputation around the Duels is somewhat sordid, as a result of past behaviors that I regret. This Honor Match, however, does not touch upon those past behaviors, which I have apologized for and am attempting to make recompense for. While these past missteps have undoubtedly colored many people's perceptions of my character to the extent that they would most likely not wish to assist me, I am still hopeful that some of my acquaintances and friends might step up and aid me as well. Know that the potential exists that even being around me may besmirch your honor.

More simply put, I would love to have your assistance in this honor match, in some way, shape, or form, whether it is as a second, a lady of honor, or some other honorific I am not aware of, lacking much familiarity with the ins and outs of honor matches. However, I would also like to give my friends a chance to step up and assist me. I will let you know Thursday, July 10 as to what my decision is. If you can think of a position befitting you besides the only two that I know of (second and lady of honor), please let me know. I would greatly appreciate your knowledge and assistance.

Sincerely,
Locke D'Vestavio


Dear Locke D'Vestavio,

Nothing would please me more than to see your friends coming to their collective senses and insisting to stand beside you as any friend should. Should such transpire I would please me to just be allowed to cheer for you that day.

I know nothing of those past misdeads you mentioned and even had I heard any rumors regarding your person and the past I would still base my offer on what I have come to know of you personally. My honor is without stain and it will no doubt remain so if you should find use for me as your second or not. I am however in the hope that this circumstance and my siding with you for this match may prove benificial to you. Regardless, your reputation in the duels is much better than you believe it to be at this time.

In regard to your mention of perhaps liking the idea of me as your lady of honor, I must respectfully decline. This particular position is associated with a depth of affection beyond mere friendship, which, while I hold you in high regard, you must know does not exist between you and I.

I am looking forward to hearing from you again within the week.

With respectful regards,
Querylon

?This way I can also show you the way to me house.? That he would know how to find his way there was important to her. Why oh why had she dressed for dueling? She certainly had prettier clothes to wear for going on a date. But Erasmus seemed not to have noticed, or if he had at least had found nothing remiss, to judge by the way his face had lit up when he saw her. Perhaps what she wore didn't matter all that much. ?How have the last few days been treating you??

?Very well. I suppose. How about you?? Erasmus asked as they walked hand in hand down the street as the sunlight faded behind scattered clouds.

?They have been quiet for the most part, filled with work and devoid of tragic events.? Their way led them by the market place and then they turned onto Forest Street.

?Sounds a bit like heaven if you could do away with the work part.? He grinned down at her. The sight of her, even in her dueling outfits, always captured his adoration.

?Mr. Corwell seems to be doing a little better every day.? As the walked along the street, the houses and entry ways they passed became smaller and less impressive. A little blush came to her cheeks at the boldness of her statement, but she was happy and she just needed to let him know that. ?Perhaps it is a little bit of heaven, even with the work part because I do enjoy my work. And yet, I do feel far more like being treated to a glimpse of heaven now.?

?That is good news.? He watched her beautiful curls bounce as she walked hand-in-hand with him; a slight blush at her last words stained his cheeks to mirror her own. ?I am most assuredly being treated to an eyeful of heaven now.?

Erasmus noticed the scenery change, but barely. He only caught a glimpse here and there as he looked up to make sure he wasn't going to run into anything. The cobblestones changed to nothing more but dirt road as they passed the gate in the city wall. The houses they passed now were little better than shacks though built with stone rather than wood, and stood much further apart.

?We are almost here.? Querylon pointed ahead and to the right to what at first glance and at this distance appeared to be a few large fruit trees among an overgrown field ringed with bushes short and tall with glimpses of an iron fence.

?I have come this way before, just wandering around the outer city.? He looked to where she was pointing and smiled. Now his attention was on their destination. The fence was interrupted by a trellis arched half high gate. Both, the trellis and fence supported various vines.

?And you never knew I was here.? It still amazed her that despite living in the same town and frequenting a lot of the same shops, parks, restaurants and places of entertainment, they had crossed paths less than a handful of weeks ago.

?'Tis a shame, eh?? Erasmus smiled down at her in between taking in what he could see of the garden. Querylon took a step ahead to open the gate. It squeaked on its hinges.

?Welcome to my garden and my home, Erasmus.? She stepped aside to allow him to pass.

In the yard to the right of the path a peach tree and an apple tree vied for light, both aged and gnarled, to the left of the path a chestnut tree rose high. The grasses, wildflowers, and weeds had been allowed to grow tall. Various potted plants along the path and on the porch added a confusion of color and would even during the winter months.

Erasmus walked through the gate and turned to hold it so she could pass the rest of the way through. He looked around at all the vegetation, not knowing what half of the plants were. Very homey. I feel a great sense of welcome here.?

?The plants seem to do well without much care, and for my potions I need the plants in their entirety, not just sliced off and pruned bits.? Querylon slipped through the gate and Erasmus eased the gate shut.

And now, as they stepped onto the path, that spanned the width of the front yard from the gate to the roofed porch, the house became visible. The porch railing and the roof support columns and beams overgrown with various vines gave the one story, whitewashed house added charm.

?Would you care for a closer look??

?I would very much like a closer look.? He followed just behind her. Only as they traversed down the path was Erasmus able to see the porch swing to the right. Thick, full length, dark green seat and back cushions promised comfort. He made a mental note to try it out with her

?Do not worry about where you step, the weather has been kind so your boots will not cause any damage nor pick up any mud.? Still holding hands Querylon gave his a light tug as she stepped off the path and into the tall grass. He followed suit with not a second's hesitation as he steps into the tall grass. She turned her head to him, a warm smile on her lips. ?Do you enjoy black berries??

?Of course I do. You have some?? Seeing Querylon so happy made him very warm inside, and he nodded to her.

?I will.? Was her cryptic answer as she halted her steps in front of one the bushes there and inspected it. Few ripe berries were on it, but plenty of those still small and more red than black. She withdrew her hand from his and then reached with both hands into the bush, careful of the thorns.

Erasmus took a half step back when she released his hand, giving her room to reach into the thorny bush. As she concentrated the berries grew ever so slightly and what was red turned black. Seeing the berries ripen at her touch he gasped slightly. He was never one for magic.
When she withdrew her hands from the bush a few moments later, the bush carried a decent amount of fully ripe berries.

?Here we go, enjoy them.? She brushed a couple specks off the white sleeves even as she smiled to Erasmus.

?That was quite amazing.? He looked at the berries skeptically at first, and then he shrugged and plucked a few fat ones from the bush. Then he tossed one into his mouth.

She dad heard the little gasp and a touch of worry was in her eyes when she looked to him again. But he seemed not so disturbed as to refuse the treat, so she smiled again and then reached for a few of those sweet berries too.

?Very good.? He offered one of the berries he had plucked to her soft lips and she leaned forward slightly to take the berry from his fingers. He lipped another berry into his mouth, and then leaned in to steal a kiss from her.

She met him part way, only too happy to let him do just that. When she smiled to him again and offered him one of the berries she had picked, the touch of worry was gone, replaced with nothing but happiness. He takes the berry from her fingertips with his lips. The tartness of the berries matched the sweetness of her mouth splendidly.

?I am glad that you did not run off screaming.? Querylon couldn't seem to stop smiling and gave him a little wink.

?What do you mean? Run off screaming?? His eyebrows rose slightly.

?A lot of people react strange to witnessing magic, real magic as opposed to spells worked.? She explained.

?It is a bit unnerving, but it is a part of you, and therefore, beautiful.? Erasmus shrugged.

?Thank you for saying that. When I was little I once tried to cheer a girl with a similar feat and doing so had ill consequences.? But that was a subject for another time. ?Would you care to look upon anything more closely??

?I wouldn't know where to begin.? He looked around at all the flora, and just smiled at her

?Perhaps gazing upon it all from the porch will be more pleasing?? If the magic was unsettling to him, perhaps she had better learn now than later just how unsettling. His comment about it being beautiful as well as unsettling tough gave her hope. ?It is this very magic though in a more complicated way that allows Mr. Corwell to while among the living for a while longer.?

?I would like that a lot.? Erasmus nodded and looked at her as they walked toward the porch. ?So, you are gifted in clerical ways as well??

?No, not at all. I can reach into the plants and slow or speed their force of live, or even concentrate it. My talent with that does not extend to beasts or people.? She motioned an invitation to sit upon the swing with a hand once they stepped upon the porch. ?Some plants lend themselves to transferring some or all of their energy.?

?Ahh, I see what you are saying. That is most interesting.? He followed the motion and slid onto the swing, gently pulling her down next to him and cradling her in his left arm. His reply was everything she could have hoped for and more.

?It is also taxing, far more intense than merely ripening a few berries. I rarely do anything with it to that extend, mostly because I am convinced that cheating death like this can not be entirely right. It is different from making medicines and potions.? She leaned lightly against him, her hands idle in her lap.

?I understand that. From a moral standpoint you are kind of torn between helping because you have the power, but at the same time you don't know if that is what the power is meant to be used for.? Erasmus nodded and gently ran his fingertips up and down her forearm. ?I think I know the difference. Creating potions and medicines is just reducing the plant to a chemical form? What you did with Mr. Corwell is like you are a medium to transfer the energy from one organism to another... Right??

?Yes.? That single word held word held so many emotions. She titled her head slightly so she could gaze into his face, her heart very much in her eyes. His caress ? his fingers were still moving over her arm - tempered her giddiness with something even warmer, and excitement of a calmer quality. ?With the chemical form, the plant itself is usually already dead, snipped of, dug up, and dried.?

?I'm so happy I have got to spend some time here... I really like your home.? He looked around the yard again. ?Staying at the Outback is starting to be a bit annoying. It being in the middle of the city and all.?

?I cannot begin to tell you just how much it means to me that you understand this.? Then she had to chuckle softly at his words. ?You have only seen the front yard so far.?

?You mean there's more?? His eyes met hers and he hoped she saw the same thing in his eyes that he saw in hers.

?Of course there is more.? She chuckled. ?I have a kitchen with a pantry and a room for sleeping a back yard and recently even one for bathing.?

?Oh, well of course...? He laughed at that.

?It would be my pleasure to invite you in, should you desire to have a look around.? But she so enjoyed his arm around her, his fingers on her arm, and the simpler pleasure of just leaning lightly against him, she made no move to rise.

?Perhaps later tonight, after the duels? I am quite enjoying the view and your company here on the swing right now.? Erasmus suggested, not knowing that she felt pretty much the same way.

?I am very content with that, for being allowed to sit with you now and for getting to look forward to enjoying you presence after the duels.? She smiled up to him, already looking forward to their walk after the duels.

?I could say the same.? He bowed his head to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her hand reached over to find his upon her arm, not to still his fingers but merely to cover his hand. He looked down at the hand covering his own then back to her precious face. Catching her eyes he leaned in to lay a sensual yet passionate kiss on those full lips of hers. Her hand did not stay on his for long, but moved up his arm to curl behind his neck as her lips moved against his, expressing the deepening of her feelings for him.

With her hand on the nape of his neck, he took the liberty to pull her in closer if that was possible. The tip of his tongue played its way just inside the boundary of her mouth, searching out her own. The gentle touch and tentative exploration nonetheless warmed her throughout and sped her pulse. It was definitely not the soft motion of the swing that made her feel the soft touch of butterfly wings throughout and lightly dizzy. He pulled away slowly, opening his eyes as he did so.

?Should we be off, then?? Erasmus asked after a while of merely gazing at her and still holding her close. She looked altogether properly kissed and absolutely happy.

?Yes, we should be off.? She nodded her head slightly.

A Short Sunday
(2008)

Erasmus came strolling into the annex and down the stairs. His gaze went straight to the rings and spotted Querylon. His stroll brought him to a seat near the ring she was fighting in. Sliding into the chair, he offered Soerl a nod in greeting.

?Hey, Soerl. I guess all the brawlers are in the Diamond Quest tournament, eh?? Hearing the familiar voice puts a smile to Querylon?s lips.

?I believe so, Erasmus.? Soerl returned the nod. ?Was rather busy in the Outback when I stopped by there earlier.?

?Yeah, I couldn't sleep for all the racket... So, I decided to stop by here to watch Query for a while...? Erasmus nodded toward the ring she was in.

?Minuet 7! Querylon lands an attack up high before Simini can slash!? Soerl made the official announcement before he called over to Erasmus again. ?Maybe you're her good luck charm.?

?Maybe I am.... Good shot, Query!? He caught the round and a big smile comes across his face

Querylon risked a quick smile to Erasmus between rounds, and then was concentrating on Simini again.

?What style you looking to duel in, man? You seem a bit anxious.? Erasmus asked the man who had asked for an opponent.

?I prefer Magic.? The man replied just as Querylon?s duel came to a close.

?Sorry, can't help you there. I haven't an ounce of arcane power in me.? And when the man required if he was looking for a brawler, Erasmus nodded. ?You would be correct.?

?I haven't dueled fists in a very long time.? The man replied.

Then, with a wriggle of her cute nose, Querylon was gone from the ring, instead standing next to the table Erasmus was sitting at, the blade gone and a warm smile on her lips.

?Well dueled, dear. I thought for a minute there you were going to come back and win it.? Erasmus stood with her appearance. The looked back to the man he?d been talking with. ?Would you like to try your luck??

?Okay!? The man grinned after some consideration and extended his hand. ?I'm Neo. Neo Eternity.?

?Thank you, and a good evening to you.? Querylon had been looking forward to perhaps a bit of conversation with Erasmus. Now it appeared that would have to wait until after him and Neo completed their duel. ?But alas, Lady Luck was not with me. May you fare better with the fickle Lady.?

?I'm Erasmus. Erasmus al'Mandragor. Perhaps formalities would be more appropriate in the ring.? Erasmus looked at the extended hand that was about ten feet away from him. Then he offered a warm smile and wink to Querylon. ?I wouldn't say you were fickle, dear.?

Querylon blushed a little as he likened her to the deity and then politely inclines her head toward Neo before looking back to Erasmus with a bit of a grin to soften her words.

?I am not known to be fickle, milord.?

Neo nodded to Querylon before he headed for the ring and Erasmus followed suit. Her dark blue gaze followed Erasmus into the ring, a mile on her lips

?I know that, dear.? He said to Querylon before he bowed slightly to his opponent.

Querylon pulled out a chair and gracefully slid into it, her gaze never leaving the action in the ring. So absorbed was she in watching, she did not even turn to look when she felt a rift open and close somewhere near.

?Well tried, Erasmus.? She rose when the bout concluded to greet Erasmus? return with a smile.

?Would anyone like to partake in a duel of Magic with me?? Neo asked the moment he stepped from the ring and he had a contest of spells arranged even before Erasmus had returned to the table.

?Well, dear. I'm sorry to say it, but I must be off...? With a slight shiver Erasmus looked to Neo and the male whose appearance seemed to scream ?Magic?. ?Besides, all that magic will have my hair standing up.?

?Really?? Querylon was disappointed that they should not have any time together this evening, her having anticipated this evening and to get spend a few hours in Erasmus? company all week. His remark regarding the duel of magic about to start in one of the rings disturbed her further. There was not even a hint of a smile around her lips now. ?I am sorry that you cannot stay this evening, and that magic should make you feel uncomfortable.?

?Yes.? Erasmus nodded and then raised both brows. ?I am sorry, dear. You needn't worry. You know that magical battles tend to build more ions around my body.

?I must have misunderstood your words last week of wanting to observe me in a ring to include the rings of magic.?

?No, you did not. I would be willing to bear it if it meant watching you in your element, but seeing as to how it is not you in the ring. I would rather be somewhere else.?

?I shall treasure your presence all the more then when I will work magic for knowing how the spells affect you.? She managed a little smile then.

?I will see you later, dear.? With her smiling again he leaned in to give her a gentle kiss before he turned to leave.

?Until later, dear Erasmus.? She hoped that he still heard that. Watching him ascend the stairs she caught a smile when he turned his head for a moment. Then she slid back into her chair and turned her gaze to follow the casting and interactions of spells in the nearby ring. Her mind was elsewhere, though.

The Country Dance
(2008)

It was evening, but not yet dark when Erasmus passed the last of the shanty houses and turned up the dirt beneath his feet. Querylon's cottage wasn't far away. In fact, he could see it as he drew closer. His path veered off of the beaten road and he strolled through the grass. His stride brought him to the creaky gate leading up to the dwelling.

He was wearing his finest khakis, canvas breeches. They were his finest because he just bought them. His vest was one he had acquired from the monks on Mount Yusao. It was of his usual color, but there was a gold embroidered heron on the left side of the knots that tied it together. He took the steps up the porch and rapped gently on the door.

Querylon just finished pinning up her hair, stringing a dark green ribbon into the coppery curls, when she heard the gate squeak. A couple of the tiny buttons of her buttercup yellow empress style ball gown, adorned with forest green ribbons of differing width at the hem, neckline and short sleeves, were still undone because she just could not reach them. She hurried to the door to open it and smiled wide when she saw Erasmus.

"Good evening, do come in!" She was glad that he had arrived before Julian.

"Good evening, dear. I see you are still in the process of getting dressed..." Erasmus grinned when he saw Querylon.

"You look ever so handsome this evening, very dashing." She offered with an appreciative smile after she had closed the door behind him again and she took in his attire.

"The buttons are giving me trouble." A little blush moved into her cheeks. "Would you mind terribly helping me out with them?

"Thank you, dear. You look splendid as well..." His grin grew even bigger when she asked him to button her gown. "I wouldn't mind in the least." He put his hands on her shoulders to gently guide her turn. The top six or so of the tiny buttons were still open. There was no need to move her hair out of the way, as it was all pinned up. He started at the lowest one, sliding the fingertips of his left hand down her spine on its way to the button. He felt the slight shiver she gave at the initial touch. His right hand seized the fabric on the opposite side, clasping the knot.

"I am kind of nervous about tonight..." He moved on to the next, and worked his way up. His eyes wandered to the curve of her neck, and he laid a gentle kiss on her artery while his hands did the fastening.

Querylon gasped quietly as she felt his warm lips upon her neck and swayed back lightly. It took her a moment to realize that he had said something and then another moment to catch the meaning of the words.

"Is it anything in particular that has you nervous?" She turned around and tilted her face up to gaze into his dear face.

"Nothing in particular, no. I think it is all sorts of things." He shrugged slightly and stepped back to take her beauty in. "You look more than splendid, dear. You are indeed a star plucked from the sky."

"Thank you, Erasmus, you do make me feel beautiful." The look he regarded her with did exactly that, and it made sure that little blush remained in her cheeks."

Julian had advised the driver to take the open carriage down Forest Street and to have turned it around before halting it in front of Querylon's house. He stepped from the carriage promptly at seven, garbed in the Atrebla dress uniform of jade green and black with gold tone cording on the jacket, a rapier buckled to his side and, after having opened the squeaky gate, he stepped briskly up the path. He rapped at the door a moment later.

Erasmus had heard the gate squeak open, but before he could tell Querylon there was a knock at the door.

?Would you get that please, Erasmus?? Querylon had heard, too. The little warning was the point of leaving the gate to squeak. The she turned to pick up the evening kid gloves and a little reticule that matched her new gown from the kitchen table before she turned toward the men again.

?Of course, dear.? He took two steps and the door was opened.

?Greetings...? Erasmus nodded to the gentleman standing at the portal. Do come in. He made an inviting gesture with his free hand, the other still being on the door handle.

?Greetings and a good evening.? Julian bowed to Erasmus before he took him up on his invitation to step inside, giving him a discrete once over as he straightened again. Then he turned to Querylon, admiring her beauty for a moment.

?Good evening, Querylon. You look absolutely lovely this evening.? Julian smiled and then bowed from the waist and then gave a quick wink as he straightened again. ?Your carriage awaits you, milady.?

?A good evening to you, Julian.? Querylon smiled a little nervous between Erasmus and Julian, hoping that they would get along. ?It is my pleasure to introduce you both, Erasmus al?Mandragor, Julian derKorst.?

Erasmus had closed the door only to open it again. Oh, yeah, introductions... His hand dropped away from the knob again to be extended to Julian.

?Well met, Julian.?

Julian, already having guessed that the man could be no other than the one Querylon had told him of, turned to Erasmus with a smile.

?It is my pleasure to finally make your acquaintance, Erasmus. Querylon has been speaking of you highly. Do except my apologies for having asked her out to this dance before I knew of you.? He clasped the offered hand into his for a moment.

?I have heard of you some, as well, Julian.? A smile of his own was offered to the man. ?No apology needed. You did not know, and neither did I. Perhaps I am a bit of a third wheel, though? Erasmus said it as a question. An asking glance was given to both Julian and Querylon. His eyes settled on Query though.

Now that Querylon had observed the two meeting each other, some of the nervousness and apprehension she had felt all day, fled. That blush seemed fated to remain in her cheeks; it certainly was there when she looked to Erasmus at his words.

?I do not think that the analogy is applicable this evening.? It bothered her that Erasmus should feel superfluous even for just a moment.

?I consider that highly unlikely.? Julian knew better even before he had observed the way Querylon was looking at Erasmus now.

?That is a relief. Even though I am rather nervous, I am really looking forward to enjoying this evening with you.? Erasmus? gaze never left Querylon. A smile was instantly back on her lips at his words and she moved toward him to set her arms on his, forgetting for the moment that she had yet to pull on the evening gloves.

?Shall we be off then?? Julian asked with a little smirk, holding the door open.

?Of course.? He tore his gaze from her to look at the man. ?Excuse me.? He stepped aside and motioned for Querylon to lead. She followed Erasmus' direction but wasn't about to surrender his arm.

?I'll get the door.? Julian said with a pleased smile.

Erasmus was led out the door by Querylon, followed by Julian. When they reached the gate, he pushed it open with a soft-soled boot. And there was the carriage, waiting.

Julian closed the door behind him, making sure that the latch caught before he followed the pair down the path. He slowed his steps on purpose, to give the pair a chance for a private whisper or two before the shared ride.

Upon reaching the carriage, Erasmus halted Querylon. He was waiting on Julian, not wanting to overstep his bounds with the man he just met.

Querylon looked up into Erasmus's sky-blue eyes with a soft smile and whispered softly, ?There is no need for you to worry or to be nervous. I wish for you to enjoy this evening so I may enjoy it too.?

?My nervousness fades a little every time you look at me, dear. I do hope you enjoy the evening, because I sure am planning on having a good time.? He smiled in return.

?I will just have to look at you often.? She gave Erasmus a warm smile and lightly squeezed his arm.

?Is something the matter with the carriage?? Julian asked with a raised brow and a grin as he caught up to them.

?Not that I know of... Just being polite.? Erasmus nodded to Julian before looking back down to Querylon and quietly encouraged, ?Perhaps, dear.?

?Thank you.? Julian moved past the pair and opened the low door, and then reached to lower the steps before he invited them into the carriage with a gesture of his hand. ?Up you go.?

Erasmus stepped to the side to let Querylon step up into the carriage. Her hand in his as he led her up. He followed close behind. Gathering up her skirt carefully in her free hand to keep from stepping upon the material and with Erasmus's assistance, Querylon climbed up the steps into the carriage and sat down on the far side, facing forward. Erasmus settled into the cushioned seat next to her. A brief glance caught her profile, and it brought a warm smile to his lips.

?Thank you, Julian.? Spoken aside to the man as they ascended into the transport.

?You're very welcome.? Julian followed Erasmus up, rather pleased at his maneuvering, and sat down across from Erasmus and Querylon before he leaned to pull up the steps and to close the low door.

The carriage took off at a leisurely pace as soon as Julian gave the drive the go ahead. Then Julian turned to glance to Querylon and Erasmus, leaning back in his seat.

?We shall not have that long of a ride, as the carriage will only take us as far as the portal to the Beacon. I hope you do not mind the short walk from there to the festival grounds??

?I cannot get over how radiant you are, dear.? Erasmus looked across to Julian and nodded to the man. ?I really appreciate your kindness, friend. This is more than I expected.?

Julian nodded to Erasmus and carefully phrased his next word to avoid adding to the blush Erasmus' compliment had called to Querylon's cheeks.

?Querylon's well being is dear to me. I could do no other than to extend the invitation to you when she confessed that she would enjoy seeing you at the dance.? Then he gave Querylon an encouraging smile.

?Querylon is very blessed to have friends such as yourself. It has been an honor to meet you.? Erasmus patted Querylon on the hand. She caught his fingertips, curling her fingers around them.

?The honor is mine.? Julian grinned to Querylon then with a wink. ?I trust you will save me at least one dance though, Querylon??

?Of course.? Querylon was quick to reply, happy that Julian would insist on only one dance and smiled first to Julian and then with a much warmer expression to Erasmus. ?That was very kind of you, Julian.?

?You may have more than one dance, my friend. I am not the best dancer.? Erasmus chuckled and caught Querylon?s eyes as she looked up to him. A bit of a gleam was in his own tiers from the chuckle.

?Thank you.? Julian smiled to Querylon and then looked to the road to check on their progress before he turned his grey gaze to Erasmus. ?One dance with the most beautiful woman present will suffice for this old soldier.?

Try as she might to mind her manners, when Erasmus was looking at her that way Querylon quite forgot that she should be good company to both gentlemen, gazing back into Erasmus' eyes instead.

?I could say the same, but I don't think I will get off that easy.? Erasmus?s mirth grew and the chuckle got a bit louder as he looked from Julian to Querylon. Julian joined in with a deep, mirthful chuckle.

?I will not hold you to any more dances than you wish for, Erasmus.? His words had made Querylon blush again, but she was smiling just the same.

The carriage slowed and then came to a complete a stop in a back alley down town and their laughter trailed off. The portal there would not become visible until they were ready to step through it. The driver jumped from his perch and moved to open the low door and to let down the steps.

?We've arrived at the portal to the Beacon. From there it is just a short walk.? Julian rose and exited the carriage, and then turned around to offer his assistance. He reached up and lifted Querylon down, setting her gently to her feet next to him.

Erasmus descended the brief set of steps. His soft leather boots made no sound as he placed his feet on the ground.

?This way, please.? Julian led the way to the portal, only a few steps away, after he had advised the driver of approximately when to expect them back.

Querylon placed her hand on Erasmus?s arm as soon as he was again next to her and almost before he offered his. Gooseflesh assailed Erasmus as they approached the portal, but he forced himself to walk steadily through with Querylon at his side.

Julian quickly ushered them from the portal room upon them stepping from the portal, past the guards and through the great Hall of the Beacon, past more guards and down the front steps. From here they could already hear strains of music the noises of a crowd in a good mood.

?Are you ready to join the party?? The way wide enough, Julian offered Querylon his arm to put her free hand on. Erasmus pulled his prepacked pipe from the inner pocket of his vest and placed it in his mouth as they walked toward the commotion.

Querylon gave a slight and gentle squeeze to Erasmus arm after they had left the ball and turned to walk toward her house.

?Oh, that was such a wonderful ball, with a small crowd, but everyone liked each other. It was so much more familiar than any I ever had the chance to attend.? The smile on her lips and the excitement in her voice were clear evidence that she had thoroughly enjoyed herself.

?I had a wonderful time being with you tonight.? He smiled warmly as she expressed her enjoyment for the evening.

?I should have been quite thoroughly bored without you and not have enjoyed a single moment. But I would not have come without you.?

?I don't think I could have been there without you either, dear. You truly do light up my thoughts.? He chuckled at that. The laughter reverberated off the buildings and echoed back to them in the empty streets.

?You are spending a lot of time in my thoughts as well.? Querylon smiled again. The way home seemed so much shorter this evening, already they had crossed the market place and left it behind.

?I had been wondering if I might be too boring for your tastes after having met Vincent, but then I remember that that is probably why we are together. Neither of us likes a lot of drama in our lives.? Erasmus commented as they turned onto Forest Street.

?You are far more exciting.? While she did not like bringing up Vincent in conversation - it was like he intruded upon their company - some things probably needed mentioning.

?Vincent did not include me in his dramas. He kept me apart from his life, his business dealings and eventually he even stopped acknowledging me when I happened to be anywhere in town he was at.? That Vincent on most of those occasions had been in the company of one woman or another in one or another compromising situation she saw no need to mention.

?Far more...? I am flattered.? Erasmus smiled.

?Aye, Far more.? She smiled up to him, almost missing a step in doing though, the Elizabethan over dress trailing on the cobbles. He reached out to catch her if she fell, but she caught her balance quickly.

?I am glad you think so.?

?I wonder if there will be much dueling tomorrow with such a big challenge match scheduled.? Querylon changed the subject less than skillfully as they neared her house.

?I sure hope so. I need to get back on my winning streak... I've lost both of my last two matches.? He didn't even notice the huge leap in subject matter. He was just glad to be spending time and talking with her.

?You have been working hard. Duty shifts and working at the forge may just be too much to keep up for long.? She opened the squeaky gate once they arrived at her house.

?I think I am going to start working less at the forge? He nodded in agreement as they move through the gate. ?I mean, I will go by there to make sure production is up and the quality of the craftsmanship is up, but I have two other master smiths and four apprentices to do the hard work.?

?I am sure your duel results will improve again.? Querylon smiled to him before she led the way up the path to the front door. ?Do you have time to come inside??

?Thank you for your confidence. I am positive about it too.? He nodded then. ?I do.?

That answer earned him another wide smile. Then Querylon turned and opened the door wide and moved inside to light a lamp. Again she left the lamp on the table and the matches right beside it.

Erasmus stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. The soft, flickering light of the lamp made her coppery curls shine almost golden.

?Pray, have a seat. Would you like something to drink, some cold tea perhaps?? The two chairs stood right next to each other and she indicated them with a wave of hand. A pitcher of tea already stood right there on the kitchen counter, and she'd just have to get glasses and pour.

Erasmus agreed that a glass of cold tea would be just the thing and when Querylon joined him at the table a few moments later, bringing two glasses of tea with her, he had already lit his pipe. He would remain just long enough to finish his pipe and tea.

Advice
2008

Querylon?s gaze swept the commons of the Red Dragon Inn before she turned to grab a goblet from the shelf to fill it with a golden liquid from one of the bottles below the counter. She had decided to stop in on her way home to relax a little.

The bottle re-corked she returned to its place under the counter before she picked up the goblet from its resting place. Dark blues once again swept over the patrons present. The woman that Vinny had stayed with overnight and visited for breakfast on more than one occasion while he was married to her now sat at the bar. That woman even went so far as to insult her. A decidedly frosty and very brief look was all Querylon had for the woman. She did take notice though that some other patrons were shooting looks and even a few unkind snickers in that woman?s direction.

She brought the goblet to her lips for a delicate sip, and then lowered the goblet again. An expression of dislike briefly found its way into her features before she controlled it away again, already moving toward the break in the bar and over toward a table.

The flames of the hearth parted and a young looking red-head stepped out from the hearth and into the commons.

?Eventide.? The young woman in the scarlet gown lifted a pale hand and waved before she sat down on her throne.

?A good evening to you as well.? Querylon recognized Tara from previous meetings and offered her a friendly smile and politely inclined her head toward her. Then she resumed her steps toward one of the tables.

?I would not go as far as that, Lady Querylon, but I shan't fault you for year opinion. T'is good to know you are still breathing.? Tara replied with closed eyes. She looked and sounded fatigued. A halfhearted gesture was made and a chalice appeared in her hand.

?Thank you, Miss Tara; it is kind of you to have worried about my well being.? Querylon?s dark blue gaze remained on Tara as she spoke. Then, the goblet still in her right, she pulled out a chair with her left and gracefully, a hand smoothing the white robes, slid into the seat. ?I am very sorry to have missed your masque. I have been told it has been quite a success.?

?Aye, well, I thank you for yer kind words, Lady Querylon, an' we are sorry to have missed ye.? Tara?s eyes opened and she smiled warmly to Querylon despite the awkward nature of their last encounter. ?I do so love a good party.?

?Eventide Mister Smith.? Tara?s eyes shifted toward Vinny who had just stepped through the doors and her smile wavered for a moment before it brightened. The corners of her mouth twitched and she lifted the chalice up in greeting.

The woman Querylon refused to acknowledge jumped out of her stool with a cussed greeting toward Vinny.

?You seem surprised to see me.? Querylon heard Vinny respond but she refused to turn around.

?Congratulations on the smashing success.? She returned Tara?s earlier smile instead, preferring to remember Miss Tara's compliment and demonstrated kindness of a meeting near the rings rather than any of their more awkward meetings.

?I realize I know absolutely nothing about you, M'lady. Perhaps we should remedy that, hmm?? With a slow blink barward Tara returned her attention to Querylon and nodded to her.

?Perhaps we should do that. I have very little knowledge of you as well, apart from the praises Lord Mues has sung of you in my presence. Would you care to join me?? Querylon made her smile and posture inviting.

?Aye, but if you do not mind, could we go to the couches, perhaps? I'm.....very tired, you see, very tired an' my old bones can't abide these tavern chairs. They're entirely uncomfortable.? Tara rose from the throne slowly, groaning quietly enough, before she moved to the couch where she sat her chalice down on the coffee table, stretched out and smiled. ?Much better. The feeling is not unlike slipping into a warm bath.?

?That is a most excellent suggestion, Miss Tara. The couches certainly look more comfortable than the hard chairs.? The glass still in her hand Querylon rose gracefully from her chair to move over to one of the couches.

?So, tell me about yerself, Lady Querylon. What is it that you do here in Rhydin aside from the Duels?? She asked as Querylon sat down beside her.

?A warm bath can sometimes ease what a potion can not hope to do. I am also glad to hear that you have regained your voice.? Querylon decided to reply to Tara?s earlier comment first while she thought about just how much to tell Tara in answer to her question.

?I wish I had regained my voice earlier than I did for I wished to say a few things to someone but was unable to.? Tara chuckled softly. ?The Fates hate me most days. They toy with me an' I am tired of it.?

?I make potions, lotions and medicines the apothecary orders with regularity and one or the other person requests. Had I been aware at the time what had caused your slight impairment, I would have attempted to imbue the potion with the right magic to undue it. But your skillful charades had not progressed far enough at that time.? Querylon remembered the charades with a bemused smile.

?You are too kind, M'lady. I don't give myself half as much credit as you do. No one seemed to understand me, not even the Detective, which, if I may say, was rather disappointing.? Tara chuckled and shook her head, reaching for her chalice to take a sip. ?The man is very bright. Mayhaps he was drunk.?

?Ah, Miss Tara, that was not by your fault, I am certain. You had a very tough audience.? Querylon offered a warm smile, her words sincere. ?I agree with you that even the detective appeared... well...not in best form that particular evening. Though I believe it far more likely that his mind was pre-occupied with one of the many cases he handles rather than impaired by drink.?

?Aye, could be. We people of Rhydin harass him relentlessly I suppose. I often wonder if the boy gets any rest.? Tara nodded in agreement. ?You've an interesting profession, M'lady. I never could understand the practice myself but that wasn't the path I was to make. Were you born here in Rhydin or did you, too, emigrate??

? I have no knowledge of where I was born, though Rhydin is certainly the most likely of places.? Tara?s choice of words was curious. In a way Querylon did emigrate from Saint Martin?s. With the mother superior?s help she had left the orphanage to live on her own much sooner then was customary. ?Such has to come with being one of the best, quite possibly the best, in his field. Now that you know what I do in town besides dueling, may I have the knowledge of what you do besides socializing??

?Ahh, I see. I, too, have parts of my past which are unknown to me. Me? What do I do? ? Tara blinked. ?Oh, well, quite a bit actually. For starters I run the Forsaken Blades guild with my best friends, Jewel Ravenlock-Kidd an' Amethyst Oak the Pixie.? Tara looked to the door just then and laughed. Alain stood just by the door, tugging his jacket a little over his left side. Tara waved to him. ?Detective! How delightful of you to make an appearance! I was jus' saying how I wonder if you ever get any rest.?

"No rest for the wicked." Alain grinned around his cigarette, and nodded to her and her friend both as he made for the break in the bar. "Either of you thirsty?"

?No, thank you, Detective but it was very gentlemanly of you to ask.? Tara shook her head and lifted the chalice up so he could see it. Then she turned to Querylon with a grin. ?He's such a good, well-mannered boy isn't he? I never had the pleasure of meeting his mother but if I ever did I would praise her on his proper upbringing.?

?Thank you for the offer, Sir, but I am well set for this evening.? A slight blush colored Querylon?s cheeks as she wondered just how much of their conversation the detective had overheard before they had noticed him. But she offered a friendly smile and a polite nod to Alain just the same. Then she turned to Tara again. ?Fine manners are a treasure, mostly because they are not so easily happened upon. Leading a guild does sound like a lot of work.?

?Oh no, not really. Our motto is actually to do nothing, you see. We three have lived long lives an' when we became a trio, we decided to, well, stop doing anything. Prior to this though, an' to further answer yer question, I was also a Scabologist. I am still taking the correspondence classes but with my other responsibilities, I find I can barely finish one module a year.? Tara frowned, tapping her bottom lip. ?I figure by the time I am eight hundred I should be finished. Hmm?? Tara looked up then. ?Aye, that is true.?

?I should find myself quite at a loss if I would try to do nothing for more than a few moments. Perhaps such occupation requires a particular talent that eludes me.? Querylon?s smile took on a bemused quality.

?Other than that I am a Captain in Blood House Onyx, though, between you an' I,? Tara leaned closer, ?I don't deserve it. The Bloods are my family an' I love them but I don't pull my weight nearly as much as I think they would like? They, too, are well-mannered an' never say but I suspect they believe I am capable of jus' so much more than I let on.? Then she grinned, ?Oh, dear, trust me I thought the very same thing but I assure you, it can be done. Would you? like me to teach you??

?I thank you most kindly for your generous off, Miss Tara, but I fear that must decline. You see, should I prove to be even just a half way decent student; I would not make enough coins to support myself. Potion making is a time intensive occupation.? Querylon refused the offer as politely as she could.

Tara brows came together at this revelation. Tara was the type that when she wanted something, any thing really, she automatically assumed that it was hers. Because she never had to really work a day in her life to support herself the idea that others had to was foreign to her.

?I had not realized you were experiencing hard times, M'lady. Mayhaps....? Tara licked her lips and then bit the lower one, not sure how to word this rare offer of generosity. ?I could help you by purchasing some.?

Querylon, raised at Saint Martins as a foundling, had never known idle days. Tara?s offer was certainly generous and, beyond that, utterly unexpected, and yet absolutely acceptable, even though she was not currently experiencing hard times.

?Ye really should take care whom ye speak to, mine dear. This company ye have chosen is all wrong for ye.? A masculine voice spoke from empty space; a voice Tara knew intimately and loathed more than the sun itself. He was somewhere within. Somewhere being the appropriate term. Where he was precisely was left to be guessed at, for he had vanished from sight some time ago. For what rhyme or reason was left for only him to know.

However, since there was no insult added into the mix, the vampiress was all ears. Her eyes shot wide open and she looked around for the source of the voice, knowing he was somewhere, maybe not in the tavern itself, perhaps floating in the space between worlds as she imagined he liked to do in what little spare time he had, but somewhere.

?Forgive me, Lady Querylon, but...? Tara?s eyes swung up toward the ceiling, ?did you hear that?? Ever since she started hearing voices in her head other than the ones she invited she found getting a second opinion to be best before worrying she had slipped further into insanity.

?I would be happy to count you among my clients. What potions or kind of potions might you be most interested in?? Querylon lifted her head and her dark blue gaze scanned the immediate area. The voice did appear vaguely familiar. She nodded ever so slightly to Tara.

Tara shivered for some reason and looked back to Querylon; a determined expression was on her face now. ?Love potions. Lots of em.?

?Tisk tisk tisk, Tara.? The voice chided. ?Ye think by some twist of fate ye will see me if ye search hard enough.? The voice echoed from their left, then their right.

?Are you aware that love potions are mostly a rumor, Miss Tara? Something that causes love cannot be magicked into a potion. Though some of the instructions on how to make use of one or the other may smoothen the path for that particular emotion to grow.? Querylon explained honestly.

?On second thought, I'd like to order protection potions too, as well as some potions that can make me temporarily deaf, if it's not too much trouble.? Tara smirked.

?Maybe, ye made me up, Tara. Ever think of that?? Oh, he was sure to drive her into one of her famous episodes at this rate.

?Nay, I was not aware of that an' that now explains why the ones I bought from that charlatan were ineffective.? Tara swatted at the air around her head as if she were being harassed by some annoying fly.

?I mean, who in their right mind would have an imaginary nemesis anyway. Ooh, right. Ye're not exactly in ye right mind, are ye Tara?? He chuckled; the laughter came from every direction at once.

?Sadly there are many charlatans around.? Querylon found the disembodied voice to be disconcerting and rather distracting from her conversation. ?Are you perhaps haunted by a ghost, Miss Tara??

?I live in the weak and the wounded.? A whisper brushed against the shell of Tara?s right ear. Then his voice took on an affecting and ominous tone. ?Do it, Tara... do it NOW!?

?You could say that. Go away you pest!? Tara was not amused and frowned. Then she turned to Querylon again. ?Anyhow, M'lady, where were we??

?Nothing short of a crossbow bolt through ye head would suffice. Or, a frontal lobotomy. Wouldn't that be delightful, Tara?? The voice kept pestering Tara.

?Potions and charlatans were the most recent subject, I believe.? Querylon offered.

?Aye, you mentioned something about a potion that could help love grow. Was that it?? Tara did answer the voice.

?Ask the nice lady if she can jab a skewer through ye tear duct, and jiggle it around a bit after passing through the back of ye ocular socket. Ye'll have nothing more than a black eye, after the tiny bit of bleeding stops. Ye cannot love, Tara. Who are ye kidding? Ye've been married? how many times was it? I've lost count.? The voice came again and again in a constant barrage.

?That is in the instructions and in following them, and then only to smooth the path. There cannot be a guarantee, Miss Tara, that such a thing works.? It was important to Querylon that Tara understood that.

?Smooth the path, that's it, aye.? Tara nodded and gestured toward her. ?I'll take twenty cases of yer "Smooth the Path" potions.?

?If anyone ever needed a smooth path, Tara.? The voice trailed off into snickering.

Tara swatted at the air again and thought for a moment. ?On second thought, better make that forty... jus' in case.?

?Ooh, ye were so close that time, Tara. I almost felt the wind off ye hand.? The very amused voice spoke again.

?Leave me alone, Master Mage. I am not in the mood for ye tonight.? Tara returned.

?I'm never in the mood for ye but, alas, I am stuck with ye, it seems. Mine punishment for mine sins.? A mocking tone of sorrow was affected by the disembodied voice.

?Forty... would you like them all to be the same or an assortment of those types of potions?? Querylon regarded Tara with a questioning look. Even the apothecary never ordered that many potions all at once. ?And what price range are you considering??

?Nay, dear, forty cases of each type of potion you make an' price is no concern. Whatever you charge is what I shall pay.? Tara smiled. ?If you can give me an estimate of time I shall be happy to send my carriages along to carry them.?

?I shall need about two weeks to make them all.? Querylon offered after some calculations. She dead not deal in cases of potions, some of the potions she made she could not hope to make forty of all year, and certainly Tara could not have meant ?every? potion she could make. She seriously doubted that Tara would have any use for most of them. She did, however, have five particular recipes in mind that she thought Tara might find useful. ?Will that be all right with you?

?Excuse me. I have to leave now.? And suddenly Tara was gone.

Querylon leaned back into the couch cushion after Tara's sudden leave taking.

It was a vision out of a Faerie Tale, one known to many in some realms of a fashion. Her name was Alice, and when she spied a low-hanging branch, like Querylon seated where she was now, they shared the vision of a smile blossoming out of thin air, Cheshire in nature. It was only soon after that the rest of him appeared into view, like a mirage, starting with the incandescent glow of crimson eyes.

Querylon recognized the self proclaimed dark mage and caster of cantrips she had faced in a ring of magic a couple weeks earlier and politely inclined her head toward him along with the offer of a polite smile.

?A good evening to you, Lord Veighn.?

The Black Wizard glanced over the redhead seated before him, his leg draped over his opposite knee, his robes in pristine order, and his hands rested on the fiddleheads of the armrests of a high back chair. Her very white robes were equally pristine and in perfect order.

?Shouldn't encourage the woman-childe so.? Lord Veighn spoke; his gaze showered his cheeks in reddish light, angled as he was away from the fire.

?It is however possible that encouragement into a rewarding direction is what the nice Miss has been lacking.? Querylon suggested another point of view to the Black Wizard,

?Had I the time to recount the tail of her misdeeds, it would be a fortnight from tomorrow, and we'd still be seated here.? Lord Veighn explained with such a cavalier air that it seemed he hadn't a care in the world.

?It would be kinder and far more to your credit to list the deeds of kindness the Miss has committed, and some of those at least under less than perfect circumstances.? A polite smile accompanied Querylon?s words as she refused to listen to any listing of Tara?s misdeeds. She knew what Tara was without someone having to tell her.

?Ye are no Rose, I've decided.? With that Lord Veighn rose from his chair, smoothing over the robes as he attained exquisite posture. His gaze panned the interior of the inn. ?Naive as well.?

?I do seem to lack thorns upon short acquaintance, milord.? Querylon seemed to agree with a polite nod to the Black Wizard as he rose. Then she returned her attention to her goblet and the contents within. She brought the goblet to her lips for a delicate sip before lowering it once again to her lap. But she did not feel up to discussing her character or education with the Black Wizard.

?On this side of the mists, mine dear, it would benefit ye to have them, but ye mistake mine meaning. I shall not explain it.? He turned abruptly from her. ?I hope ye skill in the Arte has grown, mageling. Perhaps that will be ye saving grace.? He then strode off, robes billowing about his ankles.

Another sip from her goblet hid just how bemused her smile had turned at Lord Veighn?s obvious displeasure. It suited her just fine that he was leaving and that he seemed to underestimate her abilities or to even discount them altogether. But more than that, she appreciated the offer of friendship in his warning.

Lord Veighn?s features went blank at the sudden appearance of Magenta, then grew grave as a tombstone in a lych yard at midnight. He tracked her movements, his finger lightly brushing over the back of his hand, where the very slight, almost nonexistent scar was on display.

A phrase came to his mind, suddenly, like an afternoon sun coming free of the moon during a full eclipse. He knew well she'd have heard it before. She intimated such to him, once upon a time, before they danced their deadly dance. He spoke aloud, voice playing an acoustics trick which allowed it to cut through the din of conversation present in the inn. He affected the words with emphatic inflexion to shed light on his knowing, his remembering.

?It seems mageling, the night has grown weary of holding mine cloak.? With that, he cast a gaze in aside to Magenta as he turned, and strode away from the couch, the high back he had left, and past the bar area toward the exit into the back alley. His footsteps were as silent as the tombs of long forgotten heroes.

Querylon slowly sipped from her goblet, her dark blue gaze turned toward Lord Veighn again when his words reached her ears, and a smile was on her lips.

?Blessings be, milord.? A wriggle of Querylon?s cute nose and the goblet she had been drinking from stood by the sink, another wriggle of her cute nose and the vision in white was no longer seated on that couch, or for that matter, to be seen anywhere inside the inn.

Leftover Roast
(2008)

Querylon and Erasmus did not talk about anything in particular as they walked hand in hand along the streets of Rhydin, but simply enjoyed that they were walking next to each other and the balm of the summer evening. No clouds darkened the starry sky and the soft breeze, barely noticeable at all, was warm.

?Please darling, just have a seat and make yourself comfortable. Dinner just needs warming up and the tea is already brewed.? Querylon declined the offer to help Erasmus had made the moment they had walked into her kitchen. ?Perhaps you would enjoy your pipe until we may eat??

"That sounds good, dear." Erasmus complied with Querylon's offer to have a seat, and to smoke his pipe while she heated the meal. He reached into the inner pocket of his vest, pulling the long-stemmed pipe and a pouch full of his strong-scented tobacco. The pipe was set on the table's surface as he reached into the pouch and pulled a pinch of the aromatic leaf out. After rolling the dried substance into a ball between his thumb and forefingers, Erasmus stuffed the bowl of the pipe with it.

As Erasmus placed the mouthpiece between his teeth a thought popped up, and he looked to Querylon. "Would you happen to have some more of that fine tea that compliments the pungency of my tobacco, dear? I rather enjoyed that."

?Of course I still have that.? She had pulled the roast, vegetables and potatoes over the heat and promptly fetched two cups from the hutch and poured the tea. She smiled, pleased that he had remembered the tea from last time and glad that was the same kind she had prepared for this evening. She set the cups on the table then, one right in front of Erasmus.

?There you go, darling, enjoy. I?ll be right back.? With that she walked over to the pantry to fetch the bread she had baked that morning to go with the meal. One the spur of the moment she also grabbed up the bottle of wine she had used in the preparation of the roast. It was still slightly more than half full. She returned a moment later and with a warm smile to Erasmus set both down on the table.

He pulled the pipe stem from his mouth and lifted the cup of hot tea to his lips. After taking a hefty sip, he set the cup back down. It was about that time that the wine and bread were set on the table. Erasmus reached out to Querylon and fetched her wrist. He gently pulled her to him, then laid a kiss on her lips.

"We've barely known each other these past couple of months, and yet, I feel like we have met well before that evening in the Glen. I would still like to learn more about you and your craft though." Erasmus had released her wrist after the kiss, and now that same hand stuck his pipe back into his mouth with a 'click' as he clamped his teeth around the stem. He began to stoke to the smoldering tobacco into a glowing ember again.

Though Erasmus no longer held her wrist, she remained right where she was for the moment. She nodded lightly to his statements. They had managed to learn more of each other in those months then she knew of anyone or anyone knew of her she had known for years. When he asked about her magic her smile deepened. She knew that the use of magic in his proximity made him physically uncomfortable. That gave his persistence in asking deeper meaning.

?The healing herbs can be made pretty potent all by themselves, so long as they are handled correctly. Making the medicines and potions is not all that magical. It is mostly precision and patience and not in the least exciting. I learned a little of that in the still room at Saint Martin?s, and a lot more later from books and going out looking for what was described in those books. Just sometimes a plant or a part of one is desperately needed when it is utterly out of season. Being able to hasten the life of such a one for a little while can be very useful. Sometimes a little of that plant?s energy can be coaxed into a potion.?

She moved over to the stove then to check and on the pots there. It would be a shame if she let their dinner burn because of being distracted by Erasmus and him having kissed her or by talking of what was such a huge part of her life and of who she was.

?Now as then I like the walking over fields and through forests to gather the plants the best. At some time it was because plants do not talk nor do they expect you to talk, and they certainly don?t give you hurtful looks. Now it is because it is familiar and peaceful. There is always so much to see and to learn, too, if one knows what to look for. Some plants can tell quite a story. At times in the past I managed to get myself lost for weeks at a time. I mean, I always where I was, I just did not come home.?

?Do you think you might enjoy coming with me some time when I go out to find some herbs?? Querylon had turned around to look to Erasmus as she posed the question, leaving the spoon in the pot. Now her dark blue eyes held a careful hope as she waited for his reply. Her cheeks held a faint glow, in part from the heat of the stove, but also from remembered hikes. The rosy glow darkened lightly as her gaze fell to his lips.

Erasmus looked up from watching her stir the roast. His gaze lingered on her face for a moment, as he had noticed the rosy tint of her cheeks. "I would be honored to help you search for herbs. I'm afraid I do not know a lot of the herbs indigenous to Rhydin though. So, you would have to show me what I would be looking for, or at least describe it to me." Erasmus took a pull from his pipe, and a cloud of smoke filled the upper part of the room. Tendrils of it could be seen drifting through a beam of light that shone, cutting a diagonal path across the room.

"Is dinner almost ready, dear?" he asked. "I am rather hungry, and the smell of that roast is intoxicating." A big, warm smile followed his statement.

Her eyes shone and her face lit up as he accepted her invitation, not just because he accepted but because how quickly he had answered. It didn?t matter in the least if he could tell bone knit from lion?s tooth or not.

?Yes, it is ready.? She proceeded to fish the potatoes from one pot into a bowl and then moved the bowl and the pot with the roast and vegetables from the stove to the table, setting a trivet under the pot.

?Please, do get started.? Querylon gave him a warm smile as she sat down in the chair next to his.

Erasmus gently set his pipe on the table, then with the same hand scooped up his cup of tea and took a swig. Settling back in his chair, Erasmus' gaze lingered on Querylon as she made herself comfortable. He was just admiring her profile in the waning light with a warm smile on his face.

"Taksefog", he thanked her formally in his native tongue.

Erasmus waited for Querylon to portion out her own plate before he would even think about reaching for a utensil. He just sat back with his tea and pondered on how lucky he was to have met this wonderful woman.

?You are welcome.? She smiled up and over to him once they both had their plates filled and before she picked up her fork. ?Go ahead and enjoy, darling. You did say you were hungry, did you not??

The meat seemed to melt once it touched his tongue and in doing so released a full palate of flavors. The root vegetables, onions, and mushrooms she had cooked in the same pot and the beef complimented each other. The small potatoes were a welcome contrast.

Erasmus sighed as his taste buds exalted in the meal. He hadn't eaten all day, and he usually didn't get to enjoy a home cooked meal anyway. He was always eating at the Inn and the Great Helm. This was just what he needed.

"Mmmm, " he uttered after swallowing that first bite. Erasmus looked over at Querylon to see if she was enjoying it as much as he.

"This is delicious, dear. Simply phenomenal," he said with a smile.

He returned to eating the rest of his meal. Querylon acknowledged his compliment with a nod and a smile and was content to let the meal pass in companionable silence. The wine was left untouched, both enjoying the tea instead.

When she was finished eating she leaned back in her chair with her tea cup in her hand. She watched Erasmus as he finished the last few bites over the rim of her cup as she sipped from it.

Erasmus wiped his chin with his kerchief, then tilted back his glass and finished the last of his tea. He looked up to see Querylon looking at him.

"What?"

"I enjoy sitting at the table next to you, as well. As you already know, I am very fond of this house..."

Erasmus sat back and began to pack another bowl of tobacco in his pipe. Remembering that wine was also on the table, he stopped what he was doing to reach for his glass. There wasn't much in it, so he tilted it back and swallowed what was in it.

"You aren't very talkative this evening, dear. Is there something on your mind?" He had to ask, even though the night had gone so well. There was just something in her eye.

?What do you mean by you are very fond of this house?? She decided not to comment on his remark about being talkative or not. While dinner had passed quietly, she had been talking far more than he prior to sitting down to enjoy the meal.

"I mean that I have grown fond of your cottage," he answered.

"It is just that your home is what I had dreamt of while living most of my life in a pitched tent. When at war, a man's dreams are a great escape. You and this place have sort of become my escape. I wanted a serene little place outside of town..." he stopped there. Erasmus was almost certain she could understand. It was his version of her hikes.

For a moment she had feared he was going to offer to buy the house from her, even though he had as of yet just seen her kitchen and porch. He had never before stayed long enough to even ask for the convenience. But his including her presence in the house to explain his fondness for the house made clear that was not on his mind at all.

"I am glad to know that you have come to think of me and my home as just that. You are, of course, welcome to visit any time you would like." Her smile to him was warm and inviting. She had offered that invitation before, though, and he knew that she did not lock the door.

"Then, I will take you up on that most generous offer." He smiled warmly in return as he leaned toward her. His lips touched hers, and they just seemed to meld together. Their lips dancing a dance that no ball they could go to would ever match.