Chapter 46: Feather-breath

Chapter 46: Feather-breath

After a moment, Nyxara acknowledged, "So, she has been discovered."

Drevolan nodded in confirmation.

Turning to me, Nyxara asked, "And how does the Terran fit into all of this?"

"He played a part in her retrieval."

"I see."

"Now that she's been found, we request that she be allowed to resume her life from the point where"

"Save the intricacies," Nyxara interrupted. Drevolan fell silent.

Celethor stated, "What you ask is beyond possibility."

"Is it really?" Nyxara countered.

"It's also prohibited," added Celethor.

"Too bad," Nyxara retorted.

Celethor started, "In our position, we have certain obligations, one of which is to maintain" This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

"Enough with the sermon," Nyxara cut him off. "You know who Thaleia is."

"If she is of significant importance, we could propose a convocation"

Filled with glee post-dinner, we decided to take a walk to aid digestion. Then, Kara and I returned to my flat, where I learned that a meal at Thaladine's acts as quite an impressive aphrodisiac. I couldn't help but ponder what my grandfather would think of this revelation.

Kara lost interest in me a week or so later and ended things, but it didn't matter much.

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I remarked, "Feather-breath?"

Opal responded, "Seriously?"

"I believe," Drevolan noted thoughtfully, "that we've unintentionally landed someone in a predicament."

"Indeed."

Drevolan and I looked around. The other entities in the room seemed indifferent to our presence. After a few minutes, Nyxara made another sparkling entrance. Her eyes were glittering with excitement. Celethor arrived soon after, his face an inscrutable mask. That's when I noticed the staff in Nyxara's grip.

Nyxara instructed, "Follow me."

Descending from her throne, she led us behind it, into the gloom. She didn't utter a word, nor did Drevolan. I remained quiet too. Opal had returned to the shelter of my cloak.

We arrived at a tall wall. We followed it, passing a couple of purple-robed figures, until we reached a lofty archway. Underneath it, two passageways diverged.

Nyxara selected the right path and we trailed her. It led to a broad, shallow brick well, producing soft aquatic sounds.

Nyxara scooped up some water from the well and took a sip. Then, unexpectedly, she smashed the staff against the well.

Accompanied by a splitting noise, a blinding flash of pure white light ensued, followed by a tremor. When I finally opened my eyes, a strange optical illusion seemed to warp everything around us, except for Nyxara, who was clearly visible.

As things normalized, I spotted what seemed to be a female Imperion, adorned in the black and silver of the House of the Dragon, lying beside the well. I immediately noticed her blonde hair, a rarity among Dragonlords and humans alike. Her delicate brows and the shape of her shut eyes added to her allure. I believe an Imperion would have found her highly appealing. Nyxara scooped some more water and trickled it into the mouth of the unconscious lady, who I presumed was Thaleia.