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Chapter 9: Morning Mishaps

Arcturus woke that morning with a dull throb below his skull, pain ever flickering with the morning warbles of gryphons beyond the stables. The dragon was still holding him firm, enclosing him in a prison of warmth and scales. Rumbles traveled across the human’s back, sinful and trying to seduce him to close his eyes and drift back into a well-deserved rest. It was appealing, he had to admit, breaking down his wall of dedication, duty and resolve with every rise of the dragon’s comforting chest. The knight was safe, secure, the most at ease that he’d ever been in. That made him chuckle, all of this in the embrace of what should have been his family’s sworn enemy.

His defenses, however, proved too strong, the knight swiftly pulling himself out of his jailor’s grasp. The man stretched his way towards the ceiling with a yawn, bathed in the golden rays of the sun that snuck their way through the windows above. As he began to wonder how long he’d been trapped in the dragon’s grasp, the sound of bells rang from outside, it was seven bells.

It was hard to believe that he was back here after all this time. Where once this place had felt like home, now it was nothing more than a shadow of what it once was. His departure from the vessel of his ship, freeing the dragon and embarking on this quest seemed ever so long ago. He turned, admiring the beast that had rearranged his priorities, how he turned the weapon that was meant to capture him and bring him before the king, instead into a trusted ally.

More than that. He thought, eyes traveling across the slumbering dragon, currently pressing his face into a pile of hay. This beast, one that was filled with narcissism and had an ego to rival the mountains, had somehow rested upon him and was a trusted friend. One that he was secure enough to slumber with and not worry about getting mauled in his vulnerability. As the dragon kicked his leg and gave a sleepy grunt, it was hard to remember that his claws could shred a man and his breath incinerate one at a moment’s notice. All he saw with this collection of scales was a creature that he was starting to not imagine himself without.

“Suppose that could be your skill.” He remarked, arms crossed with a smile, “Gathering people to your side. Guess you deserve more rest.”

The dragon gave only a grunt as his response.

Suppose he wasn’t exactly needed for what Lyndis had planned, the knight recalling only a brief explanation from his friends the previous eve. Let the dragon sleep for now, besides, wasn’t there a saying about waking one such as he and invoking his ire? He swiftly tossed upon his things, throwing a hood over his head to conceal his identity.

The streets were littered with a smattering of people, mostly humans and gryphons going about their morning lives. Lively conversation was caught up in the sound of horse hooves against the cobblestone and the clacking of wagon wheels carrying their goods. The scent of freshly baking bread was thick upon the air filling every breath, intermixed with the unmistakable scent of gryphon as well as horse. Above he spied the feathery beasts carrying messages to businesses and citizens throughout the city, others clutching packages large and small joined their kin in flight as they sang morning songs to one another. Some even passed overhead with humanoids upon their backs, equipped for a rousing morning hunt.

That was the part he never missed, the good cheer that was tangible in the air. Gryphon or human it didn’t matter, it was painted across every action as people greeted one another. Free from those in control, it was easy to forget about the king’s sudden orders to kill Veledar, or the dungeon that stood as a testament to humanoid suffering that lay below the fort they’d been shown. One could only guess what other dark things lurked in the shadows, beneath the venire of cheer, waiting to be dragged into light kicking and screaming.

Within Mary’s house, the first order of business was a shower. Sure, a prestidigitation spell was useful in the field to keep oneself clean, but it paled in comparison to the soothing embrace of heated water rushing down his flesh. At the touch of a manastone water was conjured, heated and sent rushing across the man, casting away all his concerns that he might have for these precious minutes. He was safe, back to normal, grime and unease melted away, the only time he’d ever been this content was trapped up in Veledar’s embrace, or with Selina.

Before he could dwell on those darker thoughts he was out, dried, and ready to face the day. There would be a time to dwell on his past, but within the walls of Entis that could wait, he and the others had a quest, he wasn’t going to let his own weakness put that in jeopardy. With a deep breath to compose himself, he found a spot to prepare his spells. It was right through the gryphon door located on the top floor, where a flat section was designated for the catbirds to land.

From his things he procured the book which Veledar gave him, one belonging to an ancient paladin who had befriended the dragon’s mother. The knight began flipping through the ancient parchment, reciting the words of draconic power that resided within, preforming the required motions for every spell. The idea was to leave the last motion and trigger word left hanging, ready to be used at any point through the day, eager to be cast from the knight’s fingertips. With every spell committed inside him a warmth would grow, flicker outwards through his veins and spur him onward. There were spells to protect, shield others, heal poisons that might afflict them, he smirked at the shield blinding spell Veledar had been blinded by the other day, chuckling as he pictured the beast hissing and cursing his name.

To those looking it might appear as though he were doing some strange dance, gently going through different motions with controlled breathing. Every spell he prepared ever increased the heat below his flesh, a sign that he was reaching his limit. As one grew in magical fortitude one could prepare more spells to rest within one’s mind and even ones that were far more powerful. For the next hour he drank from the magical well of the weave that surrounded him, only stopping when the heat inside of him grew to an almost unbearable experience. He ended it with a bow of his head, palms pressed together, his heart starting to quicken it’s pace as the magical sensation began to die down.

Staring at his palms he couldn’t help but be amazed. Just a few months ago, magic of his own seemed like an impossibility. Yet with this adventure and the saving of Veledar, he could heal with a touch, shield himself with barriers and even summon forth magical flame to his weapons. His dragon had opened a whole new world for him, like the world had a new color. He gazed out to the buildings from his vantage point, losing himself to the forest of browns and golds that greeted him.

Before he had met Veledar, things had seemed bleak, his world spiraled into nothing but nights of the bottle and cold meals. Work had started to become mundane, a waste of his skills and ability, any sense of pride swiftly lost with each passing day. His thoughts darkened as he grimaced, remembering all the times he’d woken, staring at the ceiling, and wondering why he’d even get up that morning. He’d touch upon his empty bed and stare, soon reaching for a bottle to avoid the gaping chasm still residing in his chest. But with the dragon at his side? Purpose had found him once more, someone needed him, there was a task at hand, colors that had been snatched from him had once more begun to return. Arcturus chortled to himself at this stupid dragon, a beast that would probably be grinning if he heard of this.

However, it was impossible for his gaze to not drift to the castle at the center of the city, the heart of Entis and Lumara. It’s ramparts were bristling with canons and soldiers of both two legger and gryphon. There he knew Cornellious would be speaking with his generals, planning with nobles and preparing for whatever scheme that Lumara had in store for all of Sethera. The knight could only grit his teeth, recalling when his loyalty would never waver, where he would have listened without question.

“So, what’s with the hood?” Lyndis snuck up from behind, devoid of her armor and clad in her simple black tunic and trousers. The wind caught her hair and green sash that still clung to her waist.

“It was a way to conceal myself from those passing by.” He gestured to the gryphons.

“But I can see your face.” She gestured with a finger.

“Not when I do this.” He pulled the thread to conceal his face.

The rogue rolled her eyes with a smirk, “Must be feeling good over being home after these past few months if you’re pulling my bloody leg. I get it, everyone gets homesick.”

“Even you?” He remarked as she took a seat, unsheathing one of her blades and a whetstone.

“Nah, I’m a bit unique. Ran from Tetragon and never looked back.” She began to run the surface across the steel, “But if you were not feeling nostalgic for home, I’d say you were a lovesick puppy dog.”

“Not even close. I was thinking of what we plan to do, what my king must answer for, what Lumara has to answer for.”

“Oh, so boring mission things. Here I thought you were doing an elaborate dance.”

He blushed, “That was preparing my spells, don’t you as well?”

“Course, but mine has less…movements.” She chortled, “Got everything you want prepared.”

“Don’t worry, I have a few choice selections should you get hurt.”

“Hate to tell it to you, but I don’t intend to let blades touch me.”

“I admire the confidence.” He crossed his arms, “But should that fail, I will have you covered.”

“Anything fun besides healing and protection?” She opened her palm, a translucent, disembodied green hand popping into existence.

“I do have the shield blinding, and there’s one I’m hoping to try out, it conjures holy flames on not just my weapons, but all my allies close by.”

“Glowing weapons?” She rolled her eyes, “Come on Arc, some of us want stealth. Can’t have you going about mucking that up.”

“Suppose this is for when that inevitably fails.”

“Come on that’s only going to happen if you or…”

“Veledar.”

She sighed, “Guess you better prepare it if we got to fight our way out of anything.”

His brow rose as she sheathed her blade, starting work on one of her many daggers. “Think we might run into trouble with these friends of yours?”

“My friends and trouble? When has that happened?”

“Veledar seems to think you were running from a set of thugs when you two first met, not to mention the thugs in Drakenburg.”

“Those don’t bloody count.”

“And why not?”

“Because I said so alright? But no, I don’t expect a fight with them.”

While he savored the growl of his victory, he couldn’t help but feel as though she was still holding back. “And these friends of yours, you haven’t said who they are. I’m starting to feel a bit worried.”

“Nothing to worry your pretty head about.” She averted her gaze, “Just a bunch of feather heads looking for a quick coin.”

“So, gryphons?”

“It’s an expression Arc, but lets just say they’re people you wouldn’t like alright?”

That wasn’t what he wanted to hear, “What have you gotten us into?”

“What we needed to get into.” Eyes hardened on him, “Not just anyone is going to know where your boyfriend’s treasures are alright? So, unless you got one of your knight friends lining up to spill their guts to us, we do things my way.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Arcturus blushed, “Veledar is a good friend.”

She merely scoffed with a smirk, “Just keep your knickers on, chin up, when have I steered you wrong?”

“First time for everything.”

Lyndis gasped in surprise, sarcasm dripping with her tone, “You wound me love, and to think of all the scuffles we’ve fought side by side with one another. You still don’t trust me?”

He averted his gaze, instead focusing on a trio of gryphons racing by with packages from a local chocolate shop within their talons, he recognized the orange wrapping.

“Wow.” She whistled, “Focken wow.”

“It’s not that. It’s just I wonder how far I must fall in this quest. Will I consort with murderers next, how about lunatics? I’ve been branded a traitor, my once friends hunt me like a dog, my home no doubt has been stripped of me.” He lingered on every weight, recalling the icy blue gaze of Skywing the gryphon captain, wounded and in disbelief. Cold crept into his skin as he took his next breath, “I also dread to think what other secrets this place holds, what other sins I was serving for.”

“Regret saving the dragon and having your eyes opened?” She leaned back with a smug smile,

He shook his head, “Of course not.”

There was a pregnant pause between them, the princess unwilling to leave as the paladin took several composing breaths. He thought of all the battles fought, the sacrifices that would mean little, all of his friends that were slain in the futile belief they were doing something noble and good. It made his heart sink; the air took on a terrible cold.

“When we have Veledar’s treasure and we’re rid of this place, I wonder if we can fix the kingdom.”

Lyndis’ expression softened with her tone, “You’re just one bloke, us a small group at that. If what we saw in the fort is just the tip of the pile of shite, the rot could run far deeper through the veins of this kingdom. Hell, it might run so deep that burning it all might prove impossible.”

He grimaced, “You make it sound like it cannot be remade, that it’s better off to burn it to the ground and start over.”

“Or you could fly away with your boyfriend and go on adventures with one another. You know, be happy.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Doesn’t that sound appealing? To leave this wretched place behind and see the world?” Lyndis sighed, eyes closed, “There are far more places than Sethera my friend, easy to get lost in.”

His arms crossed, “Some of us don’t run from our problems.”

“Easy there you steel skirt wearing cunt, I was trying to be nice.” Her eyes steeled, “You got no idea what you’re talking about with me, I’d watch yourself.”

Where had that come from? “Fair enough.” He brought peace, showing her his palm, “But I won’t cut and run, I couldn’t sleep easy knowing terrible things were still being done.”

“You could still do that and be happy. Mix it up, subverting Lumara when you can, adventuring as it finds you.” She smiled, “Trust me, once you get the thrill of searching through the hidden places and finding treasure, you won’t be able to get it out of your system.”

“Perhaps.” He replied softly, gazing down to the streets where a pair of gryphons were trying to sell their fresh bread from a cart.

“So, what was that about last night?” She asked after a minute of silence, “You go from playing a beautiful song one moment to walking off in a huff?” The rogue sheathed her blade, turning to him with an honest look, “Are you alright?”

Her caring was touching but un-needed, “Worry yourself not, it was merely a moment of weakness. It won’t get in the way in the days ahead, it was just surrounded by all the others, the song…it reminded me of days since gone.” His voice wavered for a moment, “Nothing rest, training and focus won’t solve.”

She didn’t seem unconvinced, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve seen combat more than most people should by my age. I’ve watched friends and allies been torn asunder by magical beasts and spells. There have been days that I’ve wondered if I was ever going to make it back alive. I can handle myself well enough, you won’t see me weeping away, useless.”

“Arcturus.” Lyndis rose to lay a hand on his shoulder, he didn’t move it. “You know there is more to life than honor, fighting and valor. There is happiness, comfort, relaxation, and love. It’s alright to be selfish.” Her gaze met his, “And what I heard last night was of a soul that is screaming for connection.”

He blushed as he thought to days long since passed, where he’d played such songs for Selina and Geoffrey. There would be a haze of delight that he’d get lost in, spurring dancing and clapping as he continued his rousing tunes. At home, in the fields, at local dance halls, anywhere he could be found lifting spirits. The most common occurrence would be with Skywing visiting, nipping at his family’s hair, joining in with his cheerful chirps.

“Those days are long since passed I wager.” Arcturus coughed, burying down the sense of longing that had gripped him, “No sense in getting worried about it.”

“You can’t be that daft, can you?” She followed as the knight turned to leave, “You speak as though there is nothing else.”

“There isn’t.” He replied bitterly, “Not when everything you hold dear can be ripped away.”

“And that means give up? That sounds more cowardly than usual.” She grabbed hold of Arcturus, “You’re supposed to keep fighting! Go out there and grab it by the horns and take a chance, let yourself be vulnerable.”

“Why does this concern you so?”

She rolled her eyes, “Believe it or not, not all the Lumarians have been ruddy terrible. Look Arc, just keep your eyes peeled, often what we want, or need, is right under our noses. We just have to have the sense to look.”

The man stood there, staring at Lyndis as he thought over what she had said to him. Oh! He blushed, never realizing it before. Lyndis and he had been on an adventure for quite a few weeks now, shared stories around the campfire, fought side by side. How could he have missed it? It was often a tale told in fairy tale stories, the princess falling for the knight that stood with her. He would have to be careful to let her down easy, “Lyndis, I didn’t know.”

“Finally.” She breathed easy, “I thought you were going to be blind forever.”

“I just didn’t think of you into men like me. I don’t wish to lease you on, but I thought you and Cordenth had a budding relationship- “

“Not me you dolt!” She replied, her cheeks red, “Why would I get into you?”

“You know the stories and all.” He coughed.

“What sort of stories have you read mate? Do they often involve knights, princesses and dragons they share?” She started laughing at the entire exchange.

“You need not keep poking fun; it was an honest mistake. If not you, whom did you mean?”

She shook her head, flinging her arm around his shoulder to keep herself aloft, “It’s alright, and I think you know whom we’re talking about. I just don’t want you to miss anything, alright? You’re a great guy Arcturus and would be a shame if you miss out was all.”

Before the paladin could continue the rogue already had a finger on his lips, “Enough of your yammering, I won’t tell you what is obvious before your eyes. All I will say is, trust your heart, let it guide you. Now finish up with your fancy dancing and let us have some breakfast.”

Arcturus growled under his finger covered lip with an eye roll before being left to resume his preparations, his mind left to wonder on what the half-elf said and the possibilities from it.

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The kitchen was busy with activity; Gwyneth was munching on some gryphon shaped buns as she wiggled her feet within her chair, dressed in simple clay colored attire with a belt with pouches around her waist. She was beaming, all ready for her morning trip to school. Krotos was at her side, inspecting the little one to ensure she was as radiant as she could be. Any protest the little girl had was met with a motherly like chirp.

“Listen to Krotos dear.” Mary remarked, the woman currently preparing a smattering of sausages, bacon and even eggs. “He’s only trying to make you look as pretty as possible.”

Gwyneth grimaced as the gryphon preened her hair, ensuring it was nice and tidy. Merlia was currently yawning in her chair, though bags hung under her eyes, the woman wore a pleased expression upon her features, no doubt proud of her nightly escapades. At the arrival of Arcturus and Lyndis, the dwarf waved them over with a smile.

“Done with all that dancin are we?” She laughed as they took seats beside her, “Thought you were going to be like that all day, prancin about.”

Arcturus blushed, “And how about does a ranger get her spells then? Some elaborate ritual?”

“Nothing as fancy as that. Just give me a tree, bark, anything natural to hold and focus on.” She grabbed a gryphon shaped bun from a plate upon the table, taking a sizable bite from the haunches.

Lyndis joined her, searching across the room, “That were Asterion went off to I take it? To prepare his spells?”

“Aye, the bull heard about the temples and had to go see. Should have seen it, like a fire under his bum.” She scoffed at the idea, “He’s off to beg his sorry excuse for a god for spells, pleading and groveling to be given his healing.” She thumbed at her chest, “You won’t hear Merlia Gallogalar begging for nothing.”

Krotos pulled back with one ear splayed, the other perked, a lewd grin about him, “Then what was that last night? I was certain that- “

“Well besides that!” She cut the gryphon off as her cheeks turned red.

Hands on her hips, Lyndis counted the heads among them, “And where is our glorious leader? He seems to be missing breakfast.”

“Still asleep.” Arcturus remarked with a grin, picturing the dragon still splayed out, snoring away in dreamland, “No doubt trying to seduce us all to returning to slumber.”

“Oi, Crimson Sky, I don’t want to hear you whining later about your stomach, get a move on!”

She had shouted towards the basement, “Lyndis, we slept in the stables.”

“You what?” she snapped to him, her voice tight, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, is that a problem?”

She grabbed him by the cuff of his tunic, dragging him to the door, “Not if you want to be seen by every gawker in Entis! Apologies Mary, thanks for the food really, we’ll be right back, I got a pair of nobs in a rightful chinwag.”

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Flying over the open expanse, chasing the wind itself. Veledar soared among the clouds, drifting from current to current, totally wrapped in the delight of it all. He was the master of this domain. Eyes gleamed before the vast tapestry before him, greens interwoven with reds and golds into a myriad of art. It was all for dragons, sure gryphons and humans could visit here, but it would always belong to his kin.

Atop his back was Arcturus for the ride of his life, the man as radiant as the sun itself. The dragon landed among the many fields, letting the man dismount. They came together with the dragon’s pleased warble before sharing an affectionate kiss. The dragon wasn’t surprised by this, neither was the man currently stroking his cheek ever most tenderly. With a throaty chuckle, crimson paws found Arcturus’ bum, pulling him closer to the dragon’s scaled chest.

“Where you belong.” Came in a passionate moan before he slurped the human’s neck, tender strokes that tore pleasured gasps. He held firm in the face of trembling and pleasure spasms, a master of Arcturus’ body. The dragon’s eyes closed, tail swishing as he savored the satisfaction of the greatest dragon hunter line held within his grasp. To his dismay he was not allowed to remain in this salacious dream when he was instantly shunted back to reality with a splash of icy water.

Veledar snarled as icy daggers stabbed through his face and chest, piercing deep into his bones. Never had he experienced a chill that great; it was as if he flew too high into the mountain peaks of his home and got lost. He went to thrash as his senses returned to him, only for Arcturus to weave his arms around his snout and hold firm. The dragon was trapped, thumping his tail as he gave his companion an icy stare.

Why would he do this, as some form of revenge? The dragon growled, only to find relief that Arcturus was joined by Merlia and Lyndis, the knight was not the sole responsible party. His frills flared as his gaze traveled over them all, the dwarf now laughing so hard she nearly collapsed. Lyndis looked none too pleased with her deeds, she herself having an expression just as venomous as himself. She was the one holding the empty bucket, drooling the last of it’s contents to the stable floor.

“What is the meaning of this?” He growled as Arcturus relinquished his grip under the dragon’s determined paw. “What would possess all of you to do this to me?” His gaze narrowed “You’re lucky I didn’t set this entire place ablaze.”

“Me? What would possess me?” Lyndis tossed aside her weapon with a clang, she was resolute within the face of the dragon’s ire, surging forward instead of shying away. She thrust a finger between his nostrils when his snout dipped to wash her with a heavy snort, “You and Arcturus went about like utter fools.”

“I’d rethink that tone and phrase if you wish to continue breathing. It is not wise to insult the pride of a dragon.”

Merlia slapped her belly, “Pride he says. Dragon, we’ve seen ya snuggle the knight here like a stuffed animal, warble and trill to your heart’s content. Hell, I’ve heard you purr on several occasions.”

“And I’ve seen him with a stuffed gryphon.” Arcturus added.

“As well as a story being how he trapped his horns in a web of banners.” Lyndis grinned as the dragon’s frills pinned.

“Though it has been tarnished and beaten upon, it still remains.” Fire burned in his sapphire pools.

“I’ll call anyone a fool that deserves it, don’t think that excuses you. Look around you, you and your steel chuckle fuck slept out here in the stables.”

“And where else did you expect us to sleep.” He growled, “You and the dwarf took the beds, and if you haven’t noticed, I’m larger than you.”

“But out in the open?” She gestured to the padlocks, “No one even attempted to lock it, what if any bloke or lass just stumbled on in? Think someone will notice a bloody dragon.”

“Where else were we supposed to sleep?”

“The ruddy basement? There was plenty of room down there. Why didn’t you even try to conceal yourself? It’s like you want to get caught.”

The dragon bit his tongue, knowing he could explain the momentary lapse of judgement. He shared a look to Arcturus, picturing the shell of a man he’d comforted the night before. He neither wanted to bring attention to the man’s moment of weakness, nor inform the woman she’d got one on him. So instead, he averted his gaze with a heavy snort, “If it was this important, perhaps someone should have pointed it out to their illustrious leader? You know, instead of getting stuffed by a gryphon?”

Merlia shrugged, “Worth every minute I was stuck to him.” She shifted with a look of discomfort crossing her face, “Been a while, but boy does that gryphon know how to pound a girl good.”

Lyndis squeezed the bridge of her nose as Merlia showed no shame in starting to describe the viscosity of certain liquids belonging to herself and her chosen mate. “Merlia, can you shut your hole, I don’t want to hear about you getting fucked all morning.”

“Your loss lass, I expect you’re only jealous cause your caverns be empty!”

“I don’t always worry about that.”

“Sure, ya do.” Merlia scoffed, “You would have rather had your precious green boy with us, now that would have started your waterfall going.”

It was Arcturus’ turn to blush along with Lyndis, “Look, just to make it easier, I’ll take the blame.” He stepped between the rogue and the dragon.

Veledar rumbled, stretching around the group. “Such a noble display my Arcturus, but you need not fight my battles for me.” With a swish of his tail the man was pulled back, the dragon taking his place. “I am far more than capable.”

“I don’t care, I said it was for both you fools.” Lyndis rolled her eyes and wheeled about, “Luck was on our side last night, let’s not count on that again.” She gestured and Merlia followed upon her heels towards the door, “And don’t forget breakfast alright? Think I saw some dragon shaped rolls from Mary this morning.”

Frills flickered as he watched her go, the nerve of that creature, masquerading as a friend. The dragon huffed, he would have done more to snarl at her, but kept himself restrained, the last thing they needed was any more attention.

“Apologies.” Arcturus said with a nervous laugh, “I know your beauty sleep is important for you, didn’t know she was going to do that.”

The dragon rumbled his thanks and nuzzled along the man’s side. “Fear not, I don’t blame you for her actions. Come, show me what passes for breakfast for your misbegotten kind.”

“Did you sleep well?” He rubbed his chest, “I know this might sound strange, but I think I’m starting to feel some of what you feel.”

The dragon blinked, so he wasn’t going crazy. “I have as well.” He rose his head, watching the man’s honest reaction. There was no ill will or unease, only genuine interest. “Must be exciting, sharing emotions with a dragon.”

“What do you think it is? A magic we don’t quite yet know?”

“When did it start?”

Arcturus paused, tapping his chin and letting a moment pass, “I think…during our first flight. I was certain I could feel the wind beneath my- “The man blushed, “Well, your wings.”

That was most intriguing. He’d never read about this sort of thing happening, even in all the books he had access to. His mother had been a well of knowledge when it came to Bahamut and her many teachings, was this just another hidden secret? “In all the books I’ve read and teachings from my mother I was never told about such a phenomenon such as this. I suppose we should continue to monitor it, though there seems to be no danger currently, well except to my pride.”

“Same here, I was taught about many dragon abilities but emotion sharing was not one of them. But I take it you don’t like the idea of someone feeling when your confused, startled, or even dare I say scared?”

For that kind of rebuttal, the dragon poked at his belly with his snout and giving him a playful growl, “Indeed, so swear that you will not tell another soul about it.”

“You have my word.” Arcturus’ hands found the dragon’s cheek, meeting his gaze. Within the man’s eyes was determination, no room for doubt, “No one will hear about your intimate feelings. I expect the same goes for you.”

Though making the man’s cheeks blush ever so often was appealing, the dragon rumbled his agreement as Arcturus’ touch traveled over his scales. “Very well. I’ll account for your new abilities as one granted by Bahamut.” Veledar pulled away to strike a regal pose, “One that she wished for you to have with the greatest dragon. That would help you better serve him, understand him, it is a gift.”

“I bet she didn’t give it to me to serve you.”

“Wrong choice of words, I of course meant help with me.”

The man crossed his arms, “Lets just get the disguises on, I’d rather not have a cold breakfast.

“We can’t have that can we?” The dragon chuckled, pinning his wings and readying himself. “And to answer your question Arcturus…” He paused, remembering the passionate kiss that he and Arcturus shared within the dream. Part of him wanted to reach out, test the waters and see if that reality could be made. Instead, the dragon tried to hide the blushing of his frills and hope that the man had not yet nailed down what emotions were being shared.

He placed a paw to his head, focusing on his transformation magic. Instead of the human of yesterday, he had an idea that would equally fit in. The dragon spoke the words and let it flow, encasing his entire form in lavender smoke. His body began to tremble and quiver as things began to rearrange. His wings sprouted feathers across their form, red-orange and mixed with white. His tail became long and thin, like a lion with a tuft at the end. Fur sprouted on his lower body, encasing him with colors to match his new feathers. The dragon’s snout hardened and blackened, becoming a beak in which, he could clack. When the fog had cleared, he sprung forth, spreading his now feathered wings. He was a gryphon from beak to tail.

“How do I look?” He chirped, strutting about and fluffing his tail feathers.

“You’re a gryphon.” Arcturus said flatly.

“Yes, I am a gryphon, why couldn’t I be?” He peered back to between his legs, finding just like the human he had exterior genitalia. He cursed under his breath for having that weakness, but at least he could walk around outside without clothes and wouldn’t be gawked at. “It seemed like the logical outcome.”

“Tired of being a human?”

“Oh, exceptionally so.” Veledar rose to fluff his feathers, chest filling with pride, “I thought we should not have a repeat of the other day. With this mundane kittybird body, I can strut about without a hint of suspicion, I can even fly!” He flapped his wings excitedly, wondering just how much it would be different. “So, how do I look?” The now gryphon struck a seductive pose, giving the human a sultry look. “Familiar I take it?”

“Reminds me of a gryphon noble actually.” He approached, hand on the now gryphon’s back. “Lighter shade though.”

“I’m just glad I have the right number of limbs.”

“Right amount?”

“Don’t get all sour about it, I’m sure you’ve come to enjoy four limbs, but for one such as myself, it was far too limiting.”

Arcturus rolled his eyes as they began strolling out of the stables, “If it’s easier for you, why not. I’m sure Krotos will be flattered.”

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Tossing open their host’s house, Veledar practically stampeded his way thru. The sooner the door was shut behind him, the longer that he might exist beneath this roof without his disguise. The dragon sighed in content as he cast off his gryphon visage, taking on the more beautiful, regal form that he was used to.

“Can’t stand being a gryphon for breakfast?” asked Arcturus, securing the entry’s locks, ensuring no one would catch them unaware. “Seems rather silly if you ask me.”

“Don’t tell me you’d rather have me in that suit of feathers and fur instead of this?” He posed for the human, delighting in how the man’s gaze traveled across his entire form, soaking up every scale, blushing as the dragon gave a seductive growl. He would have to make note how a sliver of delight went through the man.

“To be fair, you are far more interesting to paint as a dragon.”

“Is that so?”

“Not every day you get to see a dragon up close to pose for you.” Arcturus chuckled, tapping the beasts withers, “Can already see it, you before a grand landscape, head held high, the sunlight enchanting your scales.”

That sounded rather pleasing, something he might have to present in his treasures, he proceeded to continue his playful growl, nosing at the knight’s chest, “Then when we get the chance Arcturus, you can paint every inch of me to your heart’s desire.”

Again, the man’s cheeks blushed as they padded their way into the kitchen, guided by the alluring haze of smell that filled the air. Stomachs growled as honied ham wafted across beak and snout, eggs and bacon teased senses, Arcturus was practically a blur as he thrust himself down at the table. Veledar flopped to his belly beside him, grinning that a bucket had already been waiting for him.

“You gave me utensils?” Mused the dragon, registering the wooden handles of the instruments, “I appreciate the gesture Mary, but I’m a dragon, you needn’t have bothered.”

“First thing he says when he gets up is a complaint! What’s the matter with you dragon, you’re too good to use our simple tools?” Replied the woman, a white apron around her waist. “Guess you’re going to be eating as a dragon as well, couldn’t bother being human could you, even if it made it easier.”

“I prefer to remain in my draconic form.” He rolled a paw to his chest, “You should be honored that I feel comfortable to remain it around yourself.”

“Cordenth used utensils.” Lyndis teased under her breath, sipping away at a steaming cup of coffee.

“I don’t care what that pampered, prissy, sorry excuse for a dragon did, true dragons tear things apart, crunch and gnaw as it was intended.” He snapped to the amused princess, “To do otherwise is to be tamed Lyndis, a shadow of what we were. Remember that when you’re fantasizing about his green backside.”

“Come on you prat, it’s just breakfast. You don’t have to make a big deal about it; besides, you could do with some manners.”

He gave her a harsh snort as he tossed the utensils aside with a paw. As they clattered to the floor she rolled her eyes, the dragon relishing in the way she groaned. He had won this little exchange.

“Whoops, apologies Mary, we appreciate the hospitality.” Arcturus piped up with a nervous laugh as he went to retrieve the dragon’s utensils.

“What would I do without you Arcturus, picking up after me.” Veledar grinned, stealing a glance at the man’s backside as he crouched over. The urge to reach out and grope it was there but he held back, there would be a time and place. Instead, he just savored in his most enticing view, although it did not go unnoticed, as Krotos was giving him a knowing glance. Was that a bit of envy in those gryphon’s clay pools? When Arcturus returned with the utensils, he thanked the man with a hint of a purr, relishing how the man blushed and began asking Lyndis about what her day was going to entail.

“Meeting a few blokes, with any lucky its just a hop and skip to wherever the treasure is being kept.” She replied with a confident grin, “And I hope its somewhere secure with a whole assortment of locks. You know, so I can always brag that even Entis, the heart of the blasted Lumarian machine didn’t have anything I couldn’t break my way into.”

“And here I thought Crimson Sky was proud of himself.”

“Hey, I like what I do. You don’t hear me poking fun how you swish that sword about.”

Mary pulled away the dragon’s pot, only to fill it with a smattering of everything. When she returned it, the contents resembled a gathered mess of colors and dripping gravy. The dragon pulled back as she tried to insist that it was better than it looked.

“I hope so, as it lacks an aesthetic quality.” Veledar dipped in a claw, pulling it back only for potatoes and gravy to cling to him. Shoving it into his maw his tastebuds were bombarded with savory flavors combined with sweet and spicy. He found himself rumbling, eyes wide, it might not look like much, but it was delicious! Warbles had only just left him as he dove headfirst into the pot. The air was soon dominated by his pleased snarls and slurps as he consumed every stray bit.

“Guess he was hungry.” Laughed Mary as the dragon continued his ravenous display, sending flecks of potato, gravy and pieces of ham flying in every direction.

“Yer going to make me sick.” Merlia grimaced from her chair, frozen from putting a fork into her mouth. “Can’t ya eat like a civilized creature? Look at Krotos!”

The gryphon was seated in a most dignified way, holding an appropriately sized instrument, a slab of ham upon it. Crown feathers rose at the compliment, “Some of us care about our appearances.” He squawked in alarm as a piece of the dragon’s meal nearly hit him. “Watch yourself, you nearly sullied my precious feathers!”

Veledar chortled as he rose his snout, dripping from the offerings. He slurped his scales with his tongue, leaving nothing but crimson scales. “Mary, might I steal you away for my home? Your meals are delicious.”

“Only if I can have a steady wage.” She countered, “And a trip to town every now and then, can’t imagine you get many visitors.”

“Mainly the occasional gryphon.” He replied, recalling how Rundak and Vik had always had a fun story to tell, some misadventure they’d gotten up to. “There was a dragoness years ago, but she’s gone.”

“I’m sorry.” Arcturus said flatly, a hint of guilt flaring within. “That’s probably my family’s fault.”

“Why? It’s not like she’s dead.” Laughed Veledar, “She went off on her own, traveling with a whole group of other dragons. I bet she’s three continents away by now.”

“And why did you not go with her?”

Zaedel had always been the braver of the pair of them, she willing to give everything up to go off with those dragons. He remembered her final words, calling him a coward for remaining in that cave above Deet. There had always been a semblance that destiny had been waiting for him, something to make sense of his brother’s death, a meaning for his sacrifice that had plagued him for these many years. “Someone had to watch over all my treasure.” He played off the moment of cold.

“So, when this is over and you want to adventure, what you going to then?” Lyndis chuckled, “Pay someone to watch over it all?”

“I could.” Veledar grumbled, “But mothers…” His heart skipped a beat, realizing that the treasure was indeed his. Frills pinned as he corrected himself, “My treasure can be concealed from view now. With all those safeguards, no mortal will be carrying away anything.”

In time Gus, Krotos and Gwyneth were off for their morning activities, the girl for school and the former duo to work. With kisses for Mary they departed, leaving the adventurers to discuss the plan of attack for the day. They were to meet Lyndis’ contact outside one of the many temples littered about the city. This one was for Fureen the goddess of the sun and harvest, as well as her lover Sartren, the goddess of knowledge and the moon. The dragon had rumbled in amusement at such a thought, that his treasure would be revealed close to the goddess of knowledge. He scratched his chest, betting that even the gods were on his side at the slight against him. Perhaps he should have searched out a temple of Glenreich, the god of trade, he doubted their followers would approve of one’s possessions being swiped.

“And to prevent something like the city gates again, I found this for you yesterday. Consider it a gift.” Lyndis rummaged through her pack, procuring a black wooden box and planting it before Arcturus with a grin.

“And what would this be?” asked the knight as he plucked it up, moving it away from Veledar’s curious snout.

It smelled of perfume, flowers, and an assortment of animal furs. The dragon’s snout wrinkled, “Appreciated Lyndis, but I doubt Arcturus needs to smell like any of that. Especially the horse.”

“It’s not a beauty kit you moron, it’s a disguise kit. It’s got some makeup, wigs and an assortment of other things. That way we don’t have to waste my spells on him.” She shrugged, “And avoid those detect magic wielding goons you had wandering about.”

“You should see other military bases.” Arcturus held the box to his eye, hands running along the edges, “I’ve heard they even have slimmed down versions of the constructs we fought, can have a conversation with them and everything.”

“If you can call that a conversation.” Lyndis laughed, “Roger roger, or yes sir is not a conversation. I’ve had a few runs ins.”

“You had encounters with the military before?” His brow raised.

“It’s not my fault they’re the ones always in need of stealing from.” She shrugged.

“Anyone I should know?”

“Just open the box.” She sighed, “We’re not here for a history lesson.”

“Very well, but we’ll discuss this later.” The man replied with a steel gaze, finding a switch on the side. With a click the bottom opened, all of its contents collapsing to the table. His cheeks burned as he was faced with a pile of wigs, jars of makeup and bottles of perfume. There was a pregnant pause.

“You’re supposed to open it right way up.” Lyndis burst out laughing.

“Honest mistake.” He sighed, cheeks crimson as he gathered up his created mess as the others soon were laughing along, nudging at his side in good cheer.

“Arcturus, you best be careful, the beastie be rubbing off on ya.” Merlia roared, thumping her knee.

“I hope not.” Arcturus chuckled, “Else the dragon would have me falling head over heels.”

That caused the dragon’s frills to blush. He pinned them and averted his gaze as Lyndis began showing Arcturus how to apply the assorted makeups and wigs to create a most compelling disguise. He cursed himself for not saying anything, wondering why he was so hesitant to reveal this attraction to the human. Did he not want to add one of the most treasured dragon hunters to his hoard? What if he was put off by such bluntness, after all who would think the world’s greatest dragon hunter and a dragon of all beings be a working pair? That gave him pause, enough to dull his excitement over the prospect.

When it was sorted, the once handsome knight was instead obscured by a black wig that looked as though it better belonged on some shaggy dog. His flesh was wrinkly and various shades, with shadows under his eyes. Even his beard and mustache were concealed by a braided fake one that traveled down to the man’s chest.

“It itches.” Arcturus growled, only for his hand to be grabbed by Lyndis mere moments from contact.

“Lets not mess it up already.” She sighed, “No one will look twice at you anymore.”

“What ya think Vel?”

The dragon huffed, “If you were looking to mimic a homeless bum then you’ve succeeded. Congratulations Lyndis, you’ve concealed the one mortal that didn’t make me want to vomit.”

“I think he was paying me a compliment?” Arcturus laughed.

“Aye, but what’s that make the rest of us?” Merlia puffed up her chest, “I’ll have ya know dragon, back home I was considered a beautiful maiden that anyone would be lucky to have!”

“Then dwarves it would seem have poor tastes.” Veledar replied with a snort.

“Don’t make me come over there and throttle ya!”

“Good luck, I doubt your sausage fingers are large enough.”

“Then do tell us what accounts for beauty then oh great benevolent overlord.” Lyndis rolled her eyes, her words drooling with sarcasm.

“You’re looking at him Lyndis.” The dragon stretched so she could soak in his flank, flexing his wings to reveal his membranes. Muscles rippled with power as he grinned, “I am the personification of beauty, look upon me and weep, knowing nothing will ever compare again.”

“How is it your head don’t float away?” Merlia laughed. “Do ya fill it with rocks to stay on the ground?”

They were just envious, he expected as much when in the presence with those of the more beauty challenged. To his amusement, Arcturus had not refuted his claims, the man nearly blushing and trying to hide the fact he had been sneaking glances at him. Veledar rumbled at the prospect, the man did enjoy him in that respect. Perhaps he was just shy about making his feelings known or didn’t want to admit it to himself. He would have to press the man later when he had him to himself, inquire what made his cheeks blush so.

“Very well Merlia, your screeching has been heard by your leader. I shall not thoroughly embarrass you as we walk the streets of this city.” With a fluff of his wings, he recited the words of power, taking on the visage of the gryphon he’d done before. When it cleared, he gave her a beak parted grin, “Though I warn you, my beauty has only slightly been reduced.”

“Great disguise you got there, but what would you need it for?” Lyndis asked.

“For the meeting.” He rolled his eyes, “Lyndis, you’re aware I have to stay in disguise, how could you have forgotten?”

“No, I didn’t forget, you’re not coming. I figure you were going to stay here, keep Mary busy.”

“I’m heading out for errands actually.” Mary spoke softly, gingerly still eating her breakfast, “With this many heads to feed, we’ll be out in no time.”

“Then try to keep out of trouble. Maybe take a nap?”

Veledar huffed, “You got me up, only to tell me to take a nap?” He almost swiped her legs out from under her, sending her tumbling to the floor. “No, I spent the entirety of yesterday counting on you mortals, I shall do no such thing this day.”

“Quite the insistent one isn’t he.” Merlia remarked, starting to adorn herself in her armor and gear. “Quit your complaining and let the lady work.”

He placed his talon down with an indignant squawk, “I think you lot have forgotten who employed your services for my adventuring party. I have endured and suffered much to find myself here, my book and treasure within my grasp, I won’t be cast aside like some sort of minion, unaware of what is transpiring.” He narrowed his gaze, “Do I make myself clear?”

Lyndis leaned forward, unphased by the way he clacked his beak, “Listen here you pompous windbag, I’m trying to get your ruddy book back and don’t need you breathing down my neck. You make a stink and you’ll be out of luck, what will you do then? Or perhaps you want to have every one of those blasted constructs chasing after you? Face it, I’m the best bet you have even if you despise that. So read my lips red boy, you’re not coming along.”

Sparks flew from the once dragon’s eyes, the tension ever building with each breath. It was all he could manage to bite his tongue, curse her name until whatever semblance of friendship they had crumbled to dust. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, letting her think she’d won this little exchange. “I won’t forget this.”

Arcturus’ hands wove their way through the dragon’s neck feathers as the now catbird seethed, “It won’t be more than a few hours’ time. Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

What fire within him was building within began to cool at the man’s comforting words. Still, he only replied with a chirp of aggravation.

“You trust me, right?”

“Of course, more than the others.”

“Then fret not my friend. Paint a picture, practice your magic, work on your manners, I’ll have this sorted.”

It made him want to rumble and reward the man for his concern. Instead, he gave a knowing nod, wishing him luck in this part of the quest. As they departed, they didn’t know that gears had already begun to turn between his ears. There was no way they were going to stop him from following if they tried.

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