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Deal of a Lifetime

Chapter 12

Back when he had been naught but a little hatchling there had been one game in particular that young Tulion Jadescale had loved playing the most. A singular activity that never failed to lighten his mood and get him all excited. That game, unsurprisingly was hide-and-seek.

No matter what the time of day or how many times he had played it before, every time one of Tulion's playmates brought up playing the game he was the first one to agree! The giddy, young blue drake giggling like a madman as he scampered off to be the first to find the best hiding place possible.

That was where a hitch came however. A rather big and obvious one. For you see Tulion had never actually won a game of hide and seek. Nope! Not ever. The simple reason for being so being that he was too large and far too wide to even think about hiding himself properly. Whoever it was playing the part of “It" always finding him first. Tulion left to sit on the sidelines as he watched everyone else play the game. The all time, “Hide-and-Seek Loser" as one certain individual always had to put it.

However, as bad as he had been during playtime back in the day, that didn't deter Tulion one bit from trying his damndest to find somewhere, anywhere, he could conceal himself the night of the Mixer ball as he fled from the obnoxious little toad that was no doubt hunting him down like a dog. In fact, the fear of being caught only made Tulion more determined to avoid at all costs. Rotund body moving faster than it had in quite some time.

Scrambling away as fast as his thickset body would allow him, Tulion stumbled his way out onto one of the Hearth's sundecks and slipped behind the largest decorative plant he could find. Those who bore witness to his frantic retreat giving bewildered looks as the large man peered out from behind his leafy camouflage, warily checking if he'd been followed. Which, to his tremendous relief, he apparently hadn't! His would-be pursuer nowhere to be seen.

'Thank the Goddess!' Tulion thought with an inward sigh of relief.

This was a common event whenever he and the person he was avoiding were in the same place. Tulion doing his best to avoid Roodsen Rubyclaw, or Roody as he insisted he be called, head negotiator of the Ruby House.

It wasn't as if he hated the other man mind you. He had known Roodsen since they'd been children after all. It was just… well… the short drake could be so damn annoying sometimes! The only person in the entire world Tulion considered so.

No matter what the subject or the setting Roodsen would happily brag at length about whatever he possibly could. Conversation with him, no matter how brief or sporadic never failing to rile Tulion up something awful.

That was why he was hiding now. Having to deal with Roodsen later that night at the meeting they'd arranged was going to be enough of a chore. Having to also do so during the party beforehand would be pure and absolute torture!

But now, after his masterful escape act, all Tulion had to do to prevent such a fate from befalling him was stay hidden until Roodsen got bored of looking for him. Once that happened he could happily return to the currently unguarded buffet and finish off the last of those delicious little appetizers his Uncle Bruzki had set out.

It was just a shame though that fate seemed to be conspiring against the poor “hungry" Earth-kin that evening. Tulion so concerned with what was in front of him that he failed to notice someone sneaking up behind him until they made themselves known in the most annoying of ways.

With a loud thwack, a hand landed squarely on the left side of Tulion's defenseless blue behind. The force of the impact so hard that the large, six-foot-eight tall man let out a rather undignified yelp and hopped nearly a foot straight off of the ground as an obnoxiously smug voice proudly proclaimed…

“HA-HA! FOUND YOU TULLY!"

Hissing out in pain when he landed Tulion spun to face the perpetrator that had so rudely struck him and grumbled at seeing that it was the very same person he had been trying to hide from, Roodsen Rubyclaw. The short red Dragkin standing there, smirking back up at him in that always insufferable way of his.

“Thought you could hide from me, didn't you?!" Roodsen said, grinningly wagging a clawed finger in the air. “But you never could beat me when it came to hide and seek. Nope! Not ever! You're still the all time, “Hide-and-Seek Loser" even after all these years!"

Tulion felt his eye twitch in the smugness in Roodsen's voice. Not even two seconds and he'd already pushed him to the edge of exasperation. But, as irritated as he felt – and by the goddess was he irritated! – he didn't allow it to fully show. They were house heads after all. Supposed to be pillars of the community. Always dignified and always in control.

Plus… they also friends… kind of. No matter how hard Tulion had tried to convince Roodsen otherwise.

“Yup... should have known ya would find me," Tulion said, doing his best to sound amused. The grin he forced so uneasy that even he could tell it looked fake. “Ya always do! Ya… always… always… do."

Roodsen preened under what he only saw as praise. “Yup! A hundred and twenty years and I'm still the hide-and-seek king!" He cheered. "Just one of my many, many, many talents!"

Seeing he had no other choice now but to interact with the other man Tulion reluctantly stepped out from behind the potted plant, a hand going back to rub his stinging rear. “Again, yer right!" He provided tensely. “Now, what can I do fer ya Roodsen? Something quick I hope?"

“First Tully, stop calling me Roodsen!" The shorter drake demanded firmly. "It's Roody! Goddess' sake, we've known each other since we were in diapers!"

Tulion suppressed the long, drawn-out sigh he wanted to make. “Fine… what can I do fer ya Roody?" He corrected. “But don't call me “Tully" please! Only Harriet gets to do that."

“Yeah, yeah whatever!" Reaching up “Roody" grabbed the front of Tulion's shirt and began pulling him along with him as he led them back into the tavern. “As for how you can help. You can start by getting your mountain-sized tuchus to the meeting we set up!"

Not pleased as he was yanked around Tulion held back a small growl. What was he? Some pet to be trotted around? “Calm down Roody!" He grumbled. “Us Heads ain't meeting up until the party's over, remember?"

“Nuh-uh, change of plans," Roody said with a dismissive huff. “Some of the others say they got things to do so we moved things up. So stop your fussing and move! Tommy's already waiting for us!"

Frowning when he heard the meeting had been moved up Tulion resigned himself to being dragged around. Gaze momentarily going around the Hearth's main room until he caught sight of both Harriet and Caspian. The former talking to one of the other House head's accord-mates, while the latter was consoling Larry, one of their clients who always seemed so sad.

As if sensing him, both of Tulion's partners turned their heads to meet his eyes. The two giving quick, encouraging nods, instantly understanding what was happening, before returning to whatever they'd been doing prior. That was why Tulion loved them so much. Even without a single word, they could make him feel better.

Of course, Roody had seen this small exchange between the trio and just had to comment. “Glad to see that things are still as good as ever with them accord-mates of yours." He chuckled. “You enjoying life with my girl and boy?"

“Ya mean my girl and boy." Tulion reminded, an unexpected growl coming from him. “And ta answer yer question, yes. I thank the goddess every day that they agreed ta be my accord-mates."

“I'm the one you should be thanking, bub!" Roodsen insisted, smugly. “I was the only negotiator in all of Kelston after all with the skill and sheer determination to help you—"

“—Find the loves of my life when all seemed lost and oh, how lucky I am that you took the time out of your busy schedule to help a poor love-struck fool like me." Tulion finished tiredly as they entered a short hallway.

Roody was correct on the matter though. Ruby House had been the one Tulion had gone through when he was seeking out both of his own Hallarian accords. The Jadescales and Rubyclaws had been friends for centuries so it only made sense. Still didn't mean he wanted to hear a certain Rubyclaw brag about how he “selflessly" helped him out nearly twenty-two and seventeen years after the fact.

Passing through a short hallway after leaving the party, Tulion and Roody walked into a small parlor with a large ornate door on the opposite wall. The largest of the Eternal Hearth's private party rooms usually reserved for special occasions. Standing in front of this hidden doorway was a young man. A slightly husky redhead dressed in a royal blue version of the same outfit the two Dragkin were wearing.

“Finally found him, Tommy!" Roody announced as soon as they entered the parlor. Letting go of Tulion he huffily folded his arms over his chest. “Can you believe he was hiding from me behind some cockamamie plant!?"

An eyebrow raised, “Tommy" looked over at Roody for a moment, then up to Tulion. “Yes Ruby House Head, Rubyclaw, I can believe it." He hummed knowingly. “And greetings to you."

Walking up to Tulion next, the young man bowed to him solemnly. “Greetings to you too, Jade House Head, Jadescale." He said stiffly, face straight and emotionless. “I hope this evening finds you well."

Giving an uncharacteristically grim expression in return, Tulion folded his hands behind his back and nodded back. “It does Turquoise House Head, Turquoispike." He replied. “And may I add, greetings to you as well."

For several tense moments after their serious round of formal greetings, both Tulion and Tommy stared each other down in complete silence. Twin expressions of dignified boredom worn on their faces as a puzzled Roodsen stood there between them.

Then, with a sudden grin and a chuckle, Tulion reached down and swept the human up into a nearly bone-crushing bear hug. Loud, joyous laughter filling the tiny room as he clumsily spun them around several times. The mood between them instantly becoming jovial and giddy.

“Yer getting real good at them formal greetings there kiddo!" Tulion praised as they came to a stop, Tommy carefully placed back onto the ground. “But I think I like it much better when ya just call me Uncle Tuls."

“Of course you would Uncle Tuls. Papa always said you were never one for formality." Tommy replied, stance far more relaxed now. “I still have to practice though. Especially when you consider that we're about to walk into a House Head meeting."

Understanding his reasoning, Tulion nodded, happy to see how serious Tommy, or Thomas as most knew him, was taking his position as the Turquoise House's new head negotiator. He had known the young human ever since he was a baby. His adoptive father, the former head of the Turquoise House, having been another one of his playmates when they were little.

Before his passing, Tommy's father had named him as his successor. Something unheard of in the Draterran Empire. A human? Running a negotiator house!? It had been one hell of an uphill battle for the boy to get himself certified. Tulion and Roody helping him fight for his rightful position the whole way.

“Didn't give me a hug." Roody grumpily remarked from the pair's side. Shifting their attention over to the shorter man, Tulion and Tommy rolled their eyes upon witnessing the grown drake pout like a child.

“For one Roody; you're far too old for that and two; I didn't hug ya because we just saw each other the other day." Tulion dryly told him. “Ya know, when ya begged me ta call this meeting?"

Glaring, Roody stomped up to Tulion and jabbed at his rounded gut several times, scowling. "Yeah, and Tommy was there too, remember!?" He pointed out. “Came waltzing in with that fishy friend of his!"

Reminded of that certain fact Tulion gave his honorary nephew a knowing smirk. “About that…" He drawled. “How's that Sea-kin boyfriend of yers doing?"

“For one Uncle Tuls; He's not my boyfriend. I told you that already!" Tommy was quick to say, avoiding eye contact. "And two; He's doing fine. Fitting in real nicely with my house's other security guards."

Tulion couldn't help but chuckle a little at his young friend's rebuttal. Partly at how he had mimicked him and partly because he knew that tone Tommy was using all too well. The same haughty, bashful cadence he had heard hundreds of times before from multiple other humans who had become smitten with some Dragkin. He couldn't wait to see Tommy figure things out. But taking pity on him for now, Tulion quickly moved on to the reason they were all there.

“Alright fellas, let's get this thing we arranged started!" Tulion said. Turning to Roodsen he motioned towards the door they stood in front of. “It's your show Roody so you get to lead the way."

Doing just that Roody stepped up to the closed door and placed his hands upon it. “Least you're polite when it comes to business." He said, pushing the barrier opening. “Just wish you were nicer when we're chatting."

The door open, the three house heads made their way into the next room as one. An eerie stillness falling over them as several pairs of eyes immediately fell upon them. The intent gazes of their fellow Negotiators and also a lone representative standing in for both the N.H.A. and the Prism House from the Draterran capital.

The first to verbally acknowledge their presence was Glutanez Goldengut. A corpulent dark yellow Earth-kin that ran the Gold House, whose rounded belly was so big that it put even Tulion's mighty gut to shame. The amount of expensive jewelry he wore alongside his official clothes almost obscene in their decadence.

Eyeing them as he reclined atop a couch in the room, Glutanez glowered. The distaste he felt at being bothered to show up very evident on his face. "It's about time you three got here." He harrumphed. “I don't appreciate having my time wasted!"

Standing beside him was the Copper House head, Metallan Copperhorn. A dark orange Sky-kin with more muscles than brains. He wasn't that bad of a negotiator though. Having worked as a captain in the Draterran military before returning home to run his family's Kelston location, he had an almost idiot savant-like understanding of how a soldier's mind worked and how to help heal it from trauma.

Arms crossed over his chest Metallan huffed. “Heh-heh, like you have anything better to do Goldengut." He retorted. “You know besides sitting on your ass and eating another five-course meal in – What's the record again? – ten seconds flat?"

Across the room, a pair of sky-kin both snorted at Metallan's mocking words. One, a shapely dame with scales colored a light baby blue doing so out of amusement while the other, a dark purple elderly drake, did so in annoyance while glaring at everyone present. No doubt scandalized at how rude the younger generation always seemed to be.

The female dragkin was Shorean Kyantail. The head of the Kyanite House and the only dame amongst the negotiators of Kelston that generation. She was a knowledgeable woman with a lighthearted, slightly glamorous persona that made her the negotiator of choice for her exclusively female client base.

The old drake standing beside her unfortunately wasn't nearly as pleasant to be around. Lavandur Amesswing was an infamously crotchety grump who always found something to gripe about. Mostly about how things were better “back in his day", or some other nonsense.

Tulion suspected the reason why Lavandur complained so much was because his house, the Amethyst House, had the lowest number of clients thus less work for him. It being the place the very few demihumans who sought out Hallarian accords usually went to.

“Metallan! What have we told you about being rude like that!?" Lavandur chastised, responding to the orange drake's harsh comment. “Besides, Glutanez is right! Having a meeting tonight of all nights is foolish! What we should be doing is watching our clients! Not wasting time gossiping!"

“What's us being back here for a little while going to hurt Lavandur?" Shorean asked, cool and collected as always. "I know my girls are mature enough to handle themselves for a bit."

Looking to Tulion's group she waved over to them. “Plus it was Jadescale who called this meeting, remember?" The dame continued. “I'm sure Tulion wouldn't do so unless it was truly important. Right Tulion?"

Giving a nod in return Tulion stepped forwards. The rest of his fellow Heads instantly giving him their full attention. “Right!" He agreed. “Yup! So let's begin, shall we? That is if it's alright with you Mr. Um…"

Speaking over to the representative with them, Tulion waited for him to give his name. Unlike everyone else in the room, this newcomer was someone he had never met before. Though Tulion could guess his type. Probably some random noble that had, no doubt, been forced into acting on the illustrious N.H.A's behalf.

It was a little interesting to see a Holy-kin this far from the capital though. Doubly so considering that said Holy-kin seemed to be taking part in the mixer tonight. The furry, minty green colored drake proudly wearing a suitor badge with the number “7" on his strange robe-like attire. Tulion briefly wondered if any of his clients had managed to catch his eye.

Giving a low bow the middle-aged Holy-kin laughed nervously. “P-Prideclaw sir. Oxtun Prideclaw." He provided shyly. "Also yes, I'm ready. Please go ahead, sir."

“Thank you." Tulion returned, pleased to see how respectful the man was being. It was rare to find a noble like that. Turning to Roody next he motioned for him to begin. “If you would Roodsen?"

Clearing his throat, Roody made his way to the center of the room. Tulion and Tommy coming up behind him to each place a hand on his back. A traditional sigh of camaraderie amongst Dragkin kind.

“We've called this meeting because I think it's high time we all admit something fishy is going on in Kelston!" Roody started, raised voice reaching to the ceilings. “Someone, somewhere is kidnapping people right off of the street and we got to get organized and put a stop to it!"

Three collective groans could be heard from Glutanez, Lavan, and Metallan when they finally found out the reason for the meeting. The latter two giving annoyed frowns afterward while a huffy Glutanez sluggishly rose from his seat to openly scowl at Roody as he approached.

“This nonsense again Roodsen!?" The overweight drake snapped angrily. “How many times must we tell you? No one is kidnapping anyone! It's all in your empty little head!"

Roody was fast to match the other man's irritated state. The two of them coming face to belly after he stormed his way up to the larger man. "Then how do you explain…" Roody held up a hand. "Five of my clients going missing in the last three weeks!"

“Given the kind of people you take in I would assume you'd be used to them suddenly disappearing on you." Finishing with a hard shove with his stomach Glutanez sent Roody stumbling back a few steps. “Nothing but vagrants, street thugs, and prostitutes! Not exactly the most upstanding of humans, are they?"

“Careful what ya say over there Goldengut," Tulion warned. A low, beastly rumble coming from his chest. "It don't matter a lick what a human's past is. When they come to our doors we help'um and respect'em!"

Flinching Glutanez backed away, head ducked and posture suddenly timid. “S-Sorry Tulion." He mumbled. “I… misspoke."

This quick apology however didn't seem to soothe Tulion's building anger, more quiet growls coming from him until Tommy placed a hand on his arm. The large only then calming down thanks to his nephew's kind gesture.

“Actually House Head Goldengut, what's happening isn't just in Uncle Roody's-- I, uh, mean Roodsen's head," Tommy announced, looking around the room. “Two of my clients have gone missing too."

Now this was a surprise to everyone present. Shocked gasps and worried looks going around the room as Tulion's full attention focused on the young human. “They have!?" He said alarmed. “S-Since when?"

Tommy sighed sadly. “I'm not sure to be honest." He admitted. “They all lived alone so I only found out yesterday when I was doing my monthly “out of house" client checks. No one's seen them. Not their friends, coworkers, or even their families."

A stunned silence fell upon everyone with Tommy's admission. A heavy pause that lasted until Shorean cleared her throat, gaining their attention. "Three." She said softly. "Three of my girls didn't check in with me for the mixer tonight. They lived alone too."

“And you decided not ta tell us why!?" Tulion demanded to know. He couldn't believe his ears.

“Come now Tulion, no house head wants to admit they lost track of clients!" Shorean quickly defended. “For all I knew they simply changed their minds about wanting accords. It's happened before."

But as soon as Shorean said that she deflated. Worry taking over her soft features. “Now though…" She sighed. “...After hearing that both Roodsen and Thomas are missing people... I'm starting to doubt that."

“Well thank you for finally coming to your senses sister!" Roodsen huffed out snidely. “Anyone else got anything to say? Come on! Out with it!"

This time it was Metallan who responded. “Someone tried jumping one of my clients on their way back to my dorms." He revealed. “They fought them off of course. No one messes with any of the boys. Go Copper House!"

Now Tulion was angry. Whole being practically vibrating with rage over the situation they were apparently in. "Again, why didn't you say anything!?" He asked. "A warning! A report! Something!"

“Seekers from my house get into fights all the time. Bar fights, street fights, laundry room fights, you name it!" Metallan said with an almost clueless shrug. “Figured it was just business as usual. Like I said, they fought back and the assholes ran away. No problem."

“Yes problem!" Tulion corrected.

Taking charge he moved to the center of the room, eyes going to each Dragkin present as he continued to speak. “Ya heard Roody!" He exclaimed. “Something's up in Kelston and as the Negotiator House Heads it's up ta us ta put a stop to it!"

“What do you suggest we do then Jadescale?" Lavandur questioned, his previous dismissive attitude finally gone.

Tulion thought for a moment, serious frown and brows furrowed before answering. “Fer starters we're gonna tell everyone about all this. Our clients, our security, town officials, the N.H.A. office, and even Prism House!"

Several voices began to rise in protest at that idea, which Tulion quickly silenced with a raised hand. “I know, I know! It's gonna cause trouble." He said, agreeing with them. “Our clients expect us to keep'um safe and we failed ta do that! We just might end up losing some of their trust."

Another long pregnant pause came after that. If there was one thing that made or broke a negotiator it was the trust their clients put in them. Lose that and your house could end up getting shut down and your certification revoked.

“I also think we should tell our clients ta group up if they go anywhere." Tulion went on. Folding his arms over his chest he gave a firm nod. “From what ya'll are saying whoever is doing this is only targeting humans if they're alone. Together they should be safer."

At that, Oxtun finally joined in on the conversation. “That sounds like a good idea Mr. Jadescale." He agreed. “For my part, I'll send letters to the Prism House Heads and the N.H.A. asking for their assistance. Hopefully, once they're aware of what's happening here they'll send a team to do a full investigation."

Tulion sure if he liked that idea or not. Not that he didn't believe that Draterran's main negotiator house would help them. His oldest brother was one of the seven heads there after all. It was just that sending a letter all the way to the capital and then waiting for a reply back would take weeks. Time they might not end up having if matters grew worse.

Still, giving Oxtun a small nod he thanked him. “That would be awfully appreciated Mr. Prideclaw." He said softly before speaking to his fellow peers. “As fer the rest of us let's do a vote! Who's up fer doing my idea?"

The motion in the air Tulion looked to each of the other heads and waited until they raised their hands in agreement. Some a little too reluctantly in his opinion. But at least they'd reached a decision. There was one however that failed to respond. The only member of their group who hadn't said a single thing during the entire meeting.

“Are ya voting for or against the idea Ebonfang?" Tulion questioned after clearing his throat.

Having been busy staring out of the private room's lone window the entire time Ebonfang hummed distractedly at Tulion's inquiry. His dark purple eyes slowly shifting across the room to the other drake with a bored expression on his smokey, gray-scaled features.

“I suppose I'll agree to the idea," Ebonfang remarked flippantly. "How could I not when the famous Tulion Jadescale of the Jade House is the one giving the order."

A wave of irritation washed over Tulion after hearing Gurrius' dismissive response. The usually jolly man's eyes narrowing as he glared over at him. If there was one other Dragkin in this world that he did not like at all it had to be Gurrius Ebonfang. For good reason too. The way the man acted was an insult to their very profession.

Gurrius was a relative newcomer to their inner circle. The spoiled first son of some far-flung noble lineage that had gained favor with an equally distant branch of the Draterran royal family. An entrepreneur who had come to Kelston to live out his "dream" of opening up a negotiator house.

That in itself wasn't anything new. Tulion had seen many a fledgling negotiator house try and establish themselves in the city. Small mom-and-pop shops that never lasted too long. Kelston was the place where the Hallarian accords had begun after all. The original seven houses descendants of those present at the time. It was hard for others to set up shop because of this.

But even then, those who ran those doomed businesses at the very least seemed to enjoy their profession. Gurrius however, seemed to find disdain in every aspect of the actual job except for the money you could earn. Tulion wasn't even sure he even liked humans. The sneering face Gurrius always made when forced to interact with his human clientele a dead giveaway to his distaste for the species.

Still, even with his misgivings, Tulion was quick to cover up his doubts concerning the other man for the moment. What he hoped was a friendly enough looking smile sent Gurrius' way before he moved on to concluding the meeting.

“Alright then everyone, we got ourselves a plan," Tulion said clapping his hands together. “Let's get back to the party and enjoy ourselves tonight! It's probably gonna be the last bit of fun we're gonna be having for a while."

With that said everyone began to leave. Roody giving Tulion's arm a small, thankful pat as he distractedly walked past him while Tommy followed, quietly trying to cheer him up. The rest of the heads quickly filing out behind them until only Tulion and Gurrius were left in the private chamber.

“Was there something else you wanted to discuss Jadescale?" Gurrius asked upon seeing that they were now alone.

Once more Tulion felt himself becoming angry. Caspian would probably be mad at him for aggravating his blood pressure so much but right then he didn't care. “No… just wanted ta hear yer opinion on what's going on." He said. “You were real quiet during the meeting ya'know."

“That's because I didn't have anything to say." Walking over to Tulion, Gurrius grinned smugly. Sharp, dangerous fangs glinting almost unnaturally. "Unlike every other house in Kelston apparently, Ebony House isn't experiencing a single problem with our clients."

Gurrius chuckled. The laughter rang sourly to Tulion. “In fact, we're seeing record turnover this season!" The dark drake added. “Just yesterday two of my clients entered into accords with suitors and I signed on five new ones to take their place."

“That's odd… usually it takes years fer a house ta get that steady a stream of clients." Tulion slyly pointed out. Gurrius' smirk finally falling at that. “Just what's yer secret fer finding all them seekers Ebonfang? Must be something real amazing."

“I suppose it's just my natural charm that's drawing them in." Gurrius deflected smoothly. “A few of my clients have even shown interest in me if you can believe it."

“Ya do remember that that's against the rules, right Gurrius?" Tulion reminded with a frown. "Negotiators aren't s'pose to get involved with their clients."

“Says the man who, if rumors can be believed, has developed an affinity for pointy ears." Gurrius shot back as he drew in close to Tulion.

Mere inches apart now the two Dragkin stared intently into the other's eyes for several long, intense minutes until eventually, with a rueful chuckle, Tulion backed away.

“I ain't got any idea what yer talking about Gurrius." He said as he left. “But let's make a deal to keep an eye on one another so we don't slip up. I know that's what I'll be doing."

Padding out of the room Tulion failed to see the snide look Gurrius gave him. Not that Tulion wasn't fully aware of the burning hatred now being directed towards him. His suspicions concerning Gurrius Ebonfang and what part he and his Ebony House might be playing in what was happening in their city only growing as he thought over the conversation they'd just had in his head over and over again.

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A long, frustrated groan could be heard coming from Aston as he sat there, face down, at one of the tables set up around the dance floor. Behind the lamenting man, Hector and Marcia shared a concerned look. The two quickly pantomiming a silent conversation to decide who'd be the one to speak to their friend. Hector, eventually winning out as he hesitantly approached.

“Sooooo… having a good time Asty?" He asked with an awkward chuckle. Almost instantly he received an annoyed huff from Marcia which had him mouthing back a silent “What?" in response.

Seeing now that it was up to her to make a proper attempt, Marcia placed a hand on Aston's hunched-over form, gently rubbing his back as she slid into the seat next to him. “Did something happen with those two dames Hector introduced you to?" She said, already guessing what was wrong.

Turning his head to the side so he could look up to her, Aston nodded. A moody pout on his lips. “Yes?" He mumbled. “No? Both I guess?"

When all he got were confused expressions in return he reluctantly elaborated. “Things were going fine at first. I was doing my best to be nice. They were really nice too!" Aston explained. “But then I brought up farming and everything fell apart."

Hector scratched the back of his head, still not understanding. “What's wrong with that?" He asked. “I would think lots of people would love hearing about how you look after all those cute little farm animals."

“What about how we fertilize the fields every spring?" Aston questioned back, his voice deadpan. “I think I was a little too graphic about how messy things can be."

If they weren't trying so hard to make Aston feel better Hector and Marcia might have burst out into laughter upon hearing that. It wasn't often they saw someone make that big of a faux pas at a party. But being polite they simply winced in sympathy at Aston's hopelessness.

“What did they do when you brought that up?" Marcia did ask. If only out of morbid curiosity.

Sitting up, and then slouching back in his seat Aston huffed out a laugh. “Miss Hennla pretended to see someone and excused herself." He said sulkily. “Miss Eutra turned greener than she already is and rushed off to the bathroom."

“Ouch and ouch!" Hector unhelpfully commented. Slipping into another seat at the table he rested his chin in his palm and smirked at Aston. “You really can't make small talk can you Country Man?"

“No. I. Can. Not." Aston agreed with another long sigh. “But It's not my fault! I don't have a lick of practice talking to women! My brothers were the ones with all the girls chasing after them! Not me! They were never interested in me."

The Voice snickered meanly in the back of his mind. 'You weren't much interested in them either, were you Aston?'

Back in reality Marcia offered up a kinder response. “Now that I just can't believe!" She said. “You're a handsome, interesting man Aston! I bet there are lots of suitors here tonight that are looking your way!"

Aston seemed to only get more upset at the compliment he'd been given. “Yeah, but none of the ones left are female." He pointed. “Only a bunch of men!"

As if the universe was helping to prove Aston's point a few male Dragkin strolled by their table. The group giving the trio friendly smiles and nods before they continued on their way to the dance floor.

“You know… you could try talking to a few of them." Hector suggested. When Aston opened his mouth to argue, Hector quickly shushed him by placing a finger on the farmer's lips. “Just listen."

“Fine, but make it quick," Aston grumbled behind the finger on his lips.

Hector chuckled. “Good! Now all I'm saying is that maybe~ you could get that “small talk" practice you so desperately need by actually... talking to someone?" He explained. “Sure the party is full of nothing but drakes, but they are itching for conversation. Maybe you could use one of them to brush up on your chitchat skills."

Batting Hector's hand away Aston frowned up at him. “I'm not doing that." He stubbornly said. “I need practice with female Dragkin, remember? Also, uh… I already talked to a few of the drakes here tonight and I think I'm done."

Now this was news to both Hector and Marcia. “You talked to some of the suitors here!?" Hector said, excitedly. “When!?"

“After I scared off those two women," Aston told them. Looking around the room he shuddered. "Like I said, that was more than enough!"

Hector rolled his eyes. “Come on! It couldn't have been that bad!" He insisted. Scanning the room he smirked. “Which ones did you talk with? Maybe I know them!"

After giving his friend a quick, irritated grumble Aston sighed and reluctantly recounted each of the awkward, or just downright bizarre encounters, he had suffered through while wandering around the tavern that night.

The first offender had been an orange Sky-kin with bluish-green inner wings named Tsarazar. An up and coming gladiator that had proudly and repeatedly proclaimed that he was striving to be “The very best! The best there ever was!" during their brief conversation.

Aston distinctly got the impression that Tsarazar was one of those people used to getting all the attention. Still he seemed nice at first. It was only when the drake kept insisting that he feel his muscles to, “See how strong he was!", that a flushed Aston had made an excuse and beat a hasty retreat. That was one step too far in his book.

Next, there had been Gahzera, a very large dark green Earth-kin. He was the owner of some sort of demolition company or something of the like. Kept bragging about how he was well known for being the best at “knocking" down buildings.

Aston had found him a little intimidating to be honest. Gahzera seemed to have a constant grumpy expression on his face and a bad temper. Something Aston had gotten a first-hand view of when, after someone accidentally stepped on his tail, Gahzera had tried to start a fight with the offender. Some brutish, hairy man from Copper House who had beaten his chest like a beastly king and gladly accepted the challenge.

Yeah, Aston had just backed away from that whole disaster in the making without a word.

After that, there had been another Sky-kin who introduced himself as Zmaoguh. In a lot of ways, he reminded Aston of that Dragkin he'd met in East Kelston. All sinister and foreboding. Zmaoguh was rich though. Something he quickly pointed out to Aston along with a smug story about how he had ruthlessly acquired said wealth by taking over the property belonging to some group of dwarves he had bad blood with.

Again, Aston had beat a hasty retreat after that. The last thing he needed was to be involved with someone cutthroat enough to take someone else's home away. The whole situation reminded the farmer far too much of his own family's situation.

Aston had gone through several more encounters after that. A white Dragkin with blue eyes who played cards professionally. A purple one barely of age with golden horns who kept bragging how he had beaten some "Nasty" Orc – His word, not Aston's – that lived next door to his family. A yellow, elderly Earth and Sky-kin mix with an accent who was a preschool teacher from a place called “Dragkinland" looking for a teaching assistant. Plus several, several more.

In all honesty, Aston had to admit that not every dragkin he had met that evening had been all that bad. A few of them could even be called gentlemen. Just lonely souls seeking out some sort of connection with whatever human ended up catching their eyes. Aston just wished they'd stop coming his way.

Finishing off his tale with that very thought Aston sighed again, first looking left, then right to Marcia and Hector. “You know what…" He started to say, sounding tired. “I think I'm just going to stay here at the table until it's time to go."

“Awe, Aston don't--" Marcia tried, but a quick raised hand from Aston had her pausing.

“No, I'm fine," Aston assured his friends, a thankful smile given to each. “I shouldn't even be bothering you two with all this anyway. You're here to find your own Dragkin, not babysit me."

Hector was quick to try and say something in response to that. Another reassurance about to come out before Aston silenced him by standing. “I think I'll go get something to eat though." He quickly cut in. “The food Tulion's uncle made is just about the only thing I'm enjoying tonight."

“Where is Bruzki, anyway?" Aston heard Hector ask as he walked off to the buffet. “He's usually guarding the snack table so Tulion can't empty it."

“Last time I saw him was when he went into the kitchen after talking with Laurel." Marcia gave a thoughtful hum. “Where is Laurel anyway?"

A small chuckle from Hector. “Oh, I'm sure he's somewhere."

Not hearing the rest of their conversation, Aston continued on his way over to the buffet. Along the way he, as expected, had to fend off a few amorous Dragkin that either wanted to chat or dance with him. Thankfully they accepted his refusals to their advances with grace. Politely excusing themselves with dejected looks that made Aston feel a little guilty like back at the bathhouse.

Arriving at the buffet table Aston looked over the offerings and eventually picked up some pink thing with a fishtail. A tasty little morsel that he quickly popped into his mouth as he turned to observe the room in front of him.

Watching all the dancers as they swayed and moved about on the dance floor, Aston was once again reminded that, save for the two dames he'd failed to charm, there wasn't a single other female suitor there that night. Just dozens upon dozens of male Dragkin happily mingling with eager human seekers.

'It's already been two weeks and I still haven't found anyone I can sign a contract with.' Aston thought to himself with growing worry. 'What am I going to do if I can't ever find someone?'

With that grim outcome hanging in the air, Aston nervously ate several more appetizers. One after the other, barely chewing as he fretted over his future. If his Hallarian accord scheme did fail, then he'd have to sneak away from the Jade House and find a way to get back home. That was if there even still a home to return to in the first place.

For all Aston knew, his parents had already given up. The farm sold off in a last-ditch effort to save the family. They could be living on the streets at the very moment for all he knew! Starving in the cold while he snacked on treats at a lavish party. What kind of horrible son he was!?

Catching himself before his mind went to even darker places though, Aston gave his noggin a hard shake. 'NO! Don't think that way!' He commanded. 'Father would never sell the farm! There's still around three months left! Don't give up. Don't give up! Don't! Give! Up!"

Repeating those last three words as many times as he could Aston took several deep breaths, attempting to calm himself down. Which, after a few moments, thankfully worked. The looming panic he felt diminishing until it was at a more manageable level.

That was… until something came along to make him all nervous, all over again.

“H-Hello!" A deep, gruff voice came from Aston's side.

Almost jumping right out of his skin at the sudden, loud greeting, Aston spun around in a panic. His hands raised up high, ready to fight off whoever it was about to attack him.

However, instead of the villainous assailant he had expected, Aston instead ended up staring down some unknown Dragkin in a well-tailored suit. The drake peering down at him looking, half bewildered, half embarrassed as he stood there, nervously fiddling with the pastel green tie around his neck.

The stranger was a Sky-kin. A quite tall and handsome one at that. Glimmering scales a vibrant coral red and wing membranes a dull gray in color. His face, which again was quite attractive bore a short muzzle with a single fang protruding on the right. The underside of his jaw lined with a pseudo beard made out of dull, silver spikes which matched the curved, backward facing, segmented horns atop his head.

But it was the drake's eyes that Aston quickly found himself inexplicably drawn to as he took in these details. The way they bore straight into them with their beautiful golden gaze causing an unexpected blush to creep up on the brunette's cheeks as he suddenly found himself unable to look away. Or more accurately… unwilling to.

“Is everything alright?" The Dragkin asked, the sound of his deep and gruff voice breaking Aston from his trance. “If I'm bothering you I'm s-sorry. I'll leave you alone if you want."

Mentally catching up with the moment Aston released a quick, tittering laugh. The reaction he gave only serving to leave him even more confused. Was he giggling? Yes! Yes, he was! Why was he giggling? He'd never giggled like that before! What in the Sun God's name was wrong with him!?

Pushing aside that mild panic he tried his best to smile. “Y-Yes!" He blurted out. But then hearing how he sounded Aston quickly cursed in his head and quickly amended. “I mean no! No, you're not bothering me. You can stay."

Hearing that the drake gave a friendly, but hesitant grin in return. “Ah good! Good!" He said sounding a little nervous. “Uh… about my question? You never answered."

Thinking back for a moment Aston realized that yes, there had been a question. “Oh yes! You asked if I was enjoying the party, didn't you?"

Damn it why did every word out of his mouth sound so awkward now!? This man probably thought he was a complete idiot!

“Ah… n-not really?" Aston managed to get out, finally responding to the question. “I'm not used to parties like this you see. It's… it's my first one."

To Aston's relief, the Dragkin chuckled. "I'm not too used to them myself and I've been to dozens over the years." He said, a rueful shake of his head.

Pausing for a moment the drake retrieved two glasses of wine from the table and offered one to Aston which he hesitantly took. The two of them gave a small sip of their respective drinks before the conversation continued.

“I was actually dragged here tonight." The drake revealed with a small smirk. “Told it would be a fun evening out! But... it's mostly been boring."

Listening to the other man Aston felt himself becoming more relaxed. The way he spoke soothing him for some reason. “Same story here." He sighed. “The people from my negotiator house said tonight would be amazing but it's just been a disaster."

One of the drake's eyebrow ridges rose in question. “Oh? Why's that?" He asked.

“I'm horrible at talking to people apparently." Aston snorted. Bitter memories of what had happened so far that night returning. “Couldn't hold a proper conversation to save my life."

“Well… you seem to be doing alright right now." Aston's new acquaintance pointed out. When Aston blinked up at him he grinned again. “I'm Gyvar by the way." He announced, large hand outstretched. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Seven?"

Confused as to why he'd been called that Aston stared at Gyvar for a moment, browns knitted together until he recalled the badge he was wearing. “Oh! It's… It's Aston actually." He corrected, his own palm starting to rise. “Aston Bakson."

Grasping hold of Gyvar's clawed hand as he said that, Aston was rendered speechless when a sudden sensation came over him. A persistent, almost comforting jolt of warmth that grew from the point of their contact and traveled upwards through his arm before settling in his chest. The heat swirling and twirling around with such intensity that it left him breathless.

'I… I've felt this before!' Aston told himself. Mind barely able to focus as he enjoyed the odd feeling 'But where? Where… did… I… OH!'

That was when it hit him. What Aston was experiencing right now was that same unknown sensation he had experienced when he had touched Oxtun's hand back at the Hearth a week ago. One that felt so amazing and wonderful that he yearned for it to never end. But also like that day, something was missing. That same damn puzzle piece. Or… was it a different piece to that same puzzle? Aston couldn't really tell you either way.

Unable to solve this very unusual problem of his Aston searched for an answer by looking back up into Gyvar's eyes. Again, just like with Oxtun, the reddish drake seemed to be feeling something too. His mouth hanging open as if in shock as he stared back down at him. The older man blinking several times after a moment, a shudder running through him, before he almost reluctantly let go of Aston's hand. One last squeeze given as his palm was withdrawn.

“It's… a pleasure meeting you Mr. Bakson." Gyvar drawled while flexing and examining his hand for a moment. “O-Or would you prefer just Aston? It's quite the lovely name."

“Gyvar's a nice name too," Aston murmured back. Though he was unsure why he had. Wasn't as if he knew that much about Dragkin names after all. It just sounded right to him.

The shy compliment seemed to delight Gyvar. A large, pleased grin appearing as his wings flared gently with excitement. The sudden movement causing Aston to notice for the first time that Gyvar was wearing a badge like him. A “suitor badge" that also bore a big red number “7" on it.

“I know this is sudden…" Gyvar started to say, voice sounding a tad bashful as he motioned over to the dance floor. “But if you'd like, would you do me the honor of accompanying me for a… dance?"

“You want to dance?" Aston repeated back, surprised by the request. “With me? Here?"

Gaze going over to the couples dancing to their right again he stilled, mind going into a mild panic as he thought over the offer. Strangely, now that he'd been asked, Aston suddenly realized just how much fun everyone was having around them. Tall, awkward Dragkin smiling dumbly as they led their shorter dance partners to the beat of the music. Others talking and laughing together, flirting and enjoying each other's company. Aston couldn't help but wonder if he could have that much fun too if he joined in on the festivities.

'By the Sun God, Aston! What the hell is wrong with you!?' The Voice shouted at him. 'You can't possibly be considering dancing with another man! You really can't hid how much of degenerate you are anymore, can you!?'

At first Aston felt himself shrink inwards as he absorbed the cruel, nasty words echoing inside of his head. But then, for the very first time in a long time, he felt his heckles rise in response to what had been said.

Why was he making himself miscible like this?

Why couldn't he enjoy himself for once!?

Just ignore that damn annoying Voice that always made him miserable!

'You know what? JUST SHUT UP!' Aston viciously struck back, his mind finally made up on the matter. 'This Gyvar man is being nice to me so… so what if I want to dance with him! Better than listening to some Sun God damned voice in my head like you!'

In the aftermath of his outburst, Aston felt numb. Shocked that he had managed to say what he said and that he had actually meant it. But still, he winced. Mentally bracing himself for the Voice's rebuttal. More horrible words and demeaning mockery at his expense.

But surprisingly… nothing came.

Not a single word.

Not a single insult.

Not a single bit of laughter.

Just silence.

And in its absence, Aston felt a sense of pride bloom inside of him. An inner strength that as it started to grow and take greater hold both thrilled and scared him all at once. It building to the point where he took a deep breath and turned back to Gyvar who had been patiently waiting for his response.

“You know what Gyvar…" Aston carefully began, tone equal parts still unsure and slightly excited all at the same time. “I think I would really like having a dance with—"

“—There you are Bakson!" A huffy, annoyed voice rang out. “Quick! Come here! I am in need your help!"

Before Aston could even fully acknowledge that someone had called out to him he was roughly yanked away from Gyvar. The culprit tugging at the back of his clothing quickly revealed to be none other than a frazzled Laurel who rudely proceeded to drag him away from the buffet table.

“H-HEY! WAIT!" Aston cried out, hopping backward on one foot. “What's going on!?"

“What's going on is that brute Bruzki is demanding that I help him carry out food to refill the shoddy buffet he's prepared!" Laurel quickly explained huffily. “I told him a Lockhart does not do such labor but he's insisting! So you are coming to assist us!"

Getting his barrings halfway to the kitchen, Aston spun around and gently pushed Laurel away, an annoyed frown leveled at the younger man. "You could have just asked instead of grabbing me like that!" He snapped. "I was having a very nice conversation with… wait…"

Stopping mid-sentence, Aston finally got a good look at his portly little friend and was shocked to see that the special outfit he was wearing was now visibly askew and horribly wrinkled. The most obvious sign something had happened being his vest, which Aston couldn't help but ask about.

“Why is your vest inside out?" He questioned, a finger pointed at the article of clothing. "And your hair… it's all messy. The rest of your clothes too. Wait? Why are you blushing now? You're sweating too! Is something wrong? Are you getting sick? Should I go get Tulion or Miss Vanderman or Cas—humph!"

Lunging forward, Laurel clamped a hand over Aston's running mouth. A harsh shushing coming out of him as he furtively looked around. “Never you mind any of that Bakson." He hissed. “Just come help in the kitchen and if anyone asks you were with me and Bruzki the entire party."

“But I wasn't," Aston replied, words muffled under his friend's hand.

Laurel growled, clearly growing impatient with him. “True, but that's not what you'll say when asked about it. Got it?" He said, laughing slightly through clenched teeth. “Now hurry! Before any of the others see us."

With that, Laurel took Aston by the arm and started off again. The brunette forced to comply with his dormmate's grumpy request, a small sigh released as he was followed.

Aston did take a quick moment to look back to the buffet table, however. To his surprise, Gyvar was still there and watching him. Aston regretfully giving him a small, almost wistful wave goodbye and a silent apology which the drake returned with a sad look before seeing something and walking off into the party.

Watching him go, Aston couldn't help but feel grow a little melancholy. Though there was still a small part of him that was reluctant to fully voice it, he really had wanted to dance with the other man. The realization of just how badly he did, causing a brief moment of introspection.

Again, Aston wondered what his family and their neighbors back home would think of him if they knew what he'd almost done. Would they call him disgusting and a sicko like the Voice had done so many times before. Perhaps. But in that very moment, that very night, Aston felt as if he couldn't be bothered to care.

“Guess I really am a pervert." Aston wryly concluded.

Coming to a skidding stop as they were about to enter the kitchen, Laurel turned to Aston, confusion on his chubby face. “You're a what?" He asked.

Brought back to the real world Aston chuckled lowly. “N-Nothing." He quickly said. “Let's um… let's go help Bruzki like you said."

Laurel's eyebrow rose in question at Aston's befuddled response. The younger man staring him down for a moment or two before rolling his eyes and hastily entering the kitchen. Aston lagging behind for a few moments. Still a little stunned about how his attitude towards his… proclivities were starting to change, if just a little bit. And all because he had stood up to that Voice.

Well that, and perhaps what he'd seen back at the bathhouse. Both the naked men in the baths and what Tulion and Caspian had been up to. Still, at the very least something had changed. Something that Aston reluctantly decided was a good thing.

With that boost of self-confidence the farmer decided he'd try and enjoy what little time remained of the party he was at. A small smile on his face as he went into the kitchen to join in on whatever mysterious misadventure Laurel and Bruzki were currently embroiled in.

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