Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Five - Let's Not Jump to Conclusions

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Five - Let's Not Jump to Conclusions

Chapter Four Hundred and Thirty-Five - Let's Not Jump to Conclusions

Can the sylph embassy kidnap Caprica? I asked. We were milling not too far down the street from the embassy itself. Hopefully we didnt look too suspicious, but then again, we were on a street with several embassies. The Harpy Mountain and Mattergrove buildings werent too far away, which gave us an alibi for why Awen and Amaryllis might be out here.

There wasnt a bun embassy, because as far as I knew, there wasnt a bun nation out there, which was a little disappointing, actually.

Legally? Probably not, Amaryllis said. But I imagine that a case could be made if theyre saving one of their own citizens. A noble, no less.

I dont think Caprica would be happy about that, I said.

I cant imagine she would be, no, Amaryllis agreed.

Awa, maybe were jumping to the wrong conclusion? Awen suggested. She fidgeted as we all turned her way. Caprica is... not shy, she said. If she was told that she wasnt allowed to leave, or if someone tells her what to do, I think she wouldnt go quietly. The embassy isnt on fire, so ... she probably isn't being imprisoned inside.

Thats a good point, I said.

It is? Booksie asked. Your friends are rather intimidating, arent they?

Amaryllis brows shot up. Said the fiance of a dragon?

Booksie sniffed. Hes a big softy once you get to know him.

I clapped my hands, getting everyones attention back on track. Awen might be right. Maybe she wasnt kidnapped. Maybe theyre just handling her as if shes a princess that went missing. So theyre making sure shes okay, and has everything she wants. You know how the sylph are about their princesses.

I suppose thats as possible as anything else, Amaryllis said. Which is why you should walk up to the embassy and ask nicely. Do you think you can do that without being arrested?

Yes? I tried. But Id rather do it with you?

Amaryllis sighed, and while it wasnt quite as communicative as one of her huffs, I still heard the of course she said yes in that sigh. Alright, fine. But if we all end up in a cell, Im blaming you.

We wont end up in a cell! I said.

With a skip in my step and an arm linked with Booksies and a surprised Awens, I led my friends over towards the Embassy. It wasnt long before the guards noticed our approach. They tensed up a little, but didnt set off any alarms.

Hello, I said as I came right up to the gate.

Maam, the guard behind it said. Im afraid that the embassy is closed today.

Were not here for official stuff, I said. We wanted to see one of our friends.

The guard frowned, then glanced at his companions as if checking for confirmation. Which friend would that be, miss?

Im Captain Bunch, of the Beaver Cleaver. I think some of my crew came here? Ones a cat person, with a nice hat? Theyre a calico, I think. The other is a sylph. I gestured tall for Calamity, then much shorter for Caprica. About this high, a girl. Shes very princess-y.

"Are you trying to dig for information?" he asked.

"No?"

He eyed me sharply. "Be advised that this embassy is sovereign sylph territory."

"Look, I just want to see if Calamity and Caprica are ok-- My words turned into a squeak as I was suddenly yanked forwards. I heard my friends protesting behind me as they were pulled in too.

By the time I registered what was happening, we were all on the paved ground in front of the embassy, hands linked at the small of our backs and sylph all around.

A commotion erupted somewhere upstairs, voices carrying down through the corridors in swift echoes. The voices grew louder, a cacophony of urgent whispers and stern rebuttals. The guards at the entrance seemed a little worried, but they didnt move away from their position.

The door to the basement blew open, nearly knocking over one of the guards, and a well-dressed Caprica came stomping in. The guards stepped up to stop her, saw who it was, then snapped back to attention next to the walls as if their armour was magnetised.

She stomped over to the middle of the cells, looking at each of us in turn. Her attention stopped on Booksie. Oh, you must be Broccolis bun friend, Booksie?

Hello, Booksie said.

A pleasure, Im Caprica, Caprica said with a gentle smile while more guards poured into the room. They really had a lot of those here.

Accompanying them was an older, distinguished-looking sylph man who was evidently struggling to maintain his composure. Princess Caprica, I insist that we follow the proper diplomatic protocols. Detaining them was an unfortunate misunderstanding, yes, but we cannot simply--

Unfortunate misunderstanding? The embassy has kidnapped the airship captain that saved the kings life, the niece of a world-renowned hero who is herself a genius, a dragons fiance, and an emissary from Harpy Mountain. This isnt a misunderstanding, its a diplomatic nightmare, Caprica cut him off.

The diplomat sighed. Very well, we will release them immediately. We can smooth this over. The dignity of the sylph nation cannot be compromised.

Hah! You should have thought about that before you had my friends arrested, she shot back, glancing back at us with an eye-roll. Now, open the cells.

Oh, Awen said as she pushed her door open. I, um, unlocked mine already. Sorry.

Can you do mine? I asked as I turned to show my manacles.

There was a clunk from Amaryllis cell as she moved her arms around to her front and rubbed at her wrists. Her manacles were half melted on the ground behind her, the loops smoking. What? she asked. They didnt even search us.

Caprica looked at the older sylph gentleman, who stuttered in reply. We dont strip prisoners here, not until were done with basic interrogations. In case theyre people of import.

I cant decide if I should be disappointed, or who I should be disappointed with, Caprica muttered.

You should be disappointed in Broccoli, this is all her fault, Amaryllis said.

Hey, I whined. It wasnt my fault at all! That was just mean.

Broccolis fault or no, we are being released, right? Booksie asked. Ive always wondered what prison was like for the characters in books I read, but I was never this keen on experiencing it myself.

Yes, of course, the diplomat said. I must apologise for the inconvenience. These are uncommon times, and our guards are currently at their highest state of alert. Its only natural that they acted as they did.

I didnt think it was all that natural, actually. Being nice and helpful might have been much more natural, but then again, I wasnt a sylph.

A guard unlocked my cell, and I turned around for my manacles to be removed. Thank you, I said before turning to Caprica. So, did you get stuck in here? Is Calamity with you?

Hes upstairs gorging himself on our hospitality, Caprica said. I swear, you give that man one plate of imported fish and he turns rabid.

I held back a giggle. Amaryllis cell was unlocked before she could get too annoyed and melt through the lock, and then Booksies cuffs were removed too.

Caprica led the way out of the dungeon, her heels clicking on the stone floor with a mix of authority and irritation. Maybe because she was wearing heels to begin with. In all the time I'd known her, I couldnt recall her ever wearing such things. And she was in a dress that was very much unlike the more military uniform she usually wore. It seemed like it fit, but wasnt something I saw her wearing before.

Caprica brought us past a reception room above, with little treasures on plinths along the sides, then into a small library with a few plush couches set so that people could have a comfortable discussion. A hearth was to one side, a few crackling logs burning within even though it was hardly cold enough to warrant a fire.

Calamity was lounging on a plush divan, a plate of stripped fish bones balancing on his belly and a goblet of wine set on the floor next to him. When he saw us, he bounced to his feet, catching the plate before it flew off. Captain! Youre free! he cheered. And Awen, oh, and another bun!

What am I, a footnote? Amaryllis grumbled.

"You wouldn't believe the food they have here. It's like a culinary tour of the world. But, um, I was worried about you all, of course. I was planning a break out once I was done with dessert!"

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