592 The Autumn Dance Truth

Back stage several moments later, Talis found himself being checked over by his two favorite ladies. Kyera was scanning his aura from head to toe, while Raina bombarded him with questions.

"How are you feeling? Does it hurt anywhere? Mommy can fix it if it hurts, right Mommy?" Raina asked glancing expectantly at Kyera who nodded. Talis was at a loss and looked to Clovis for help. However Clovis's expression as well as Kan's was very expressive.

'Who told you to go getting yourself hurt and worrying our ladies?' Their expressions seemed to demand and he realized there would be no help there. However that didn't mean he was on his own. There were certain parties who were not necessarily concerned with his welfare but would he a welcome ally.

"Princess, we need to get you changed. Your Zither Performance is next." Daxin pointed out, and she huffed. It was clear the Princess was torn. She would much rather stay with her guard than go change but… she looked at her mother and father. It only took a moment to make her decision before turning pleading eyes up at Talis.

"Please be here when I get back." She said softly, her voice uncertain and insecure. Talis knelt down to her level.

"I am still here for a reason, Princess. I am relatively sure that reason is you. Now go, I will be your faithful companion when you return." Talis replied and Raina smiled dashing off with Daxin to get out of the Autumn dress.

"You will not be able to get too far out of site for a while, Talis. She was worried sick." Clovis commented, his arms folded over his chest as he watched his pride and joy skip away. 

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"Why did you not wait backstage? That boy could have danced and you rested." Kyera asked honestly concerned at Talis' breathing. He was still a little ratted. With that, his expression darkened.

"The boy is dead. I saw him lying outside behind a crate as I came to watch her performance. I recognized him from her practice and I decided to improvise. I'm a guard, my job is to protect her, even if it means getting a little winded to protect her from flying fruit." Clovis reminded her as he took the seat Kan offered him. Kyera frowned looking at Clovis.

"I know dear. I will go speak to Empress Vivian."  He reassured her. "What about the body?" He added.

"I took care of it already. He isn't dead, just mostly dead. I left him with HalfEye." Kenrick replied as he joined the group, wiping his hands on a kerchief.

"Thank you, Brother." Kyera smiled at him and Kendrick returned her smile with one of his own. By gods she was too perfect. His perfect little sister.

The sound of Keen's drum performance was already beating like ward's heartbeat on the air. It was powerful but made the listeners uneasy. it seemed to deep into their very souls, the meaning behind each careful booming noise.

They say music can summon a mood or weave a moment in time molding it to a shape and a purpose. This sound seemed to call on the battle nature of every man, and woman in the crowd. The drums demanded action, but action without purpose. The hairs on the back of Kyera's neck stood on end. The sounds of war came rushing to her mind, a war she had not been part of.