The Robed Woman

A robed woman sat at her desk, the chilly night air rustling her blonde hair slightly. She chewed at the end of a quill as she pondered over a piece of parchment. Her slippered foot tapping gently on the carpeted floor as she thought. She sighed as she looked to her side, where several tomes she'd written before this sat. Then to the open window where she saw the faint glimmering of tiny lights, knowing that the illusion of being distant was false.

"Mother, its been so long since you left, so long since you caused change." she mused quietly to herself.

We and the Emaan are slowly reconciling our differences, though there are still those who view them as nothing more than slaves, tools and toys to be used and destroyed at a whim despite all that has come to light from our studies of the small ones. I hope my continuation of your work will last, I know you would have loved to continue your studies, and enlighten my generation, and prevent this from coming to pass again." She thought aloud, looking over to a painting of a robust woman, with a smaller vaguely feline creature on her shoulder.

"But.....I'll do this in your stead, others who share our peoples beliefs regarding the Emaan, and their connection to the magic we use, are helping continue what you bravely started.

She turns back to her work, shaking her head a bit with a smile as she began to write again.

"Now where to begin in putting all this together mother?" she paused again as she heard a small, feminine voice.

"You're rambling again, Alania" A tiny, curious female voice said.

'Dytia, must you do that?' The woman now known as Alania replied, her body jumping a little as she felt a weight land on her head, she grumbled slightly. Scribbling something do...

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...r blooming alliance.'

'So where do Dytia and I come in?' Deis asked, his tail flicking in annoyance.

'Well Nivalise said, walking to Chera. 'You two are going there as pets.

There was a brief silence in the hall, the a WHAT??! came from the Deis, a few quiet giggles followed.

'Well Deis, in order to get an idea of how Emaan there feel as well as see how things work there, we all have to go undercover, so as to get a better idea of how the country works, and free roaming Emaan are rare, if that. And their law dictates any unclaimed Emaan, are up for grabs. As well as being subject to the will of whomever comes across them' Dytia said, sighing slightly.

Nivalise interjected, 'And I feel it will teach you a little humility if you were deemed Alania's pet.'

Deis grumbled deeply.

'Well enough of this banter, I would pray you would all get prepared."