And we're back! Apparently my computer was sick, needed a reboot and now I'm in the process of organizing it all over again. Ah well.
She was annoyingly brilliant, stubborn and naive; he was equally brilliant and stubborn, but not as naive.
Kiango and Mederei were too valuable to the kingdom to remain in constant battles, but that's where they often found themselves. Both trying to solve a problem to help their families, friends or kingdom, but often going about it the completely opposite ways.
Both had the power and prestige related to their families, and both wielded that power in strange and unusual ways. Kiango used his influence to lead the younger members of the society, but unlike other members of the royal family, had little magic.
Mederei's magical power had to remain regulated and hidden because of the rules. How much of Mederei's ability Kiango knew about though ...
They would always remain in conflict with one another, but there had to be some way they could manage to work together? What would be the best way to combine their plans into one plan? There were going to have two various plans to save the area.
Hopefully, Hugh's stories of destruction following them was an exaggeration.
Ramses had known from the moment Kiango had arrived that they would have to put aside the squabble with the prince. It was reasonable to assume that the prince wasn't just there for a vacation, considering how rarely he traveled outside the capital region. The western territories were not exactly popular places for the royal family to vacation either.
"What brings you here, earth mage?" Thuweni asked, taking the chair across from Ramses. Their paths had crossed earlier in the day, but neither had acknowledged the other beyond a nod of their heads. Now, Thuweni was making contact for what reason? "And what have you been talking about with those red-headed cousins?"
Thuweni was, according to Hugh and Luna, a decent enough fellow. While he could never be considered a friend of Hugh's or Luna's, he was an ally in keeping the other three from destroying a place in their pursuit of helping said place.
It would be best to not give away too much information, but enough to discuss an alliance. Brokering a deal with one of Kiango's entourage would be enough to send Mederei on a verbal onslaught, but after her emotions calmed, even miracles could happen.
"We're closing down our task, but we think it might turn out to be a hard task to accomplish." Ramses reached for his strong, sweet tea. It was a style common to his home island, and he preferred it to the styles popular in Caergwlân.
Thuweni, like Mederei and Caradoc, preferred strong coffee. It was most likely something about being from the capital. They drank in silence until Thuweni broke it, "And what sort of problem might arise?"
Ramses swirled his tea a moment before taking a sip and setting the glass down. "The isle in the ocean is believed to be the source of power that is currently missing," he explained. "Regardless if we can manage to bring it down, there will be repercussions from the impact into the ocean."
Thuweni shifted his weight in his chair and leaned forward for his coffee. "Assuming that this happens," he began after a moment, "what do you estimate the amount of trouble to be?"
"According the other cousins, it will push the tapestries to their maximum level in order to protect the territory. The sudden of surge of energy will probably make landfall first giving the tapestries just enough time to recharge for the onslaught. Other territories, depending on how the energy progresses, will not have that opportunity nor the protection."
It would be enough for Mederei and Caradoc to shore up the tapestries in that time, and that would most likely mean Mederei having to do some weaving. Thankfully, with the exception of the tapestry up by Bastllyr, all the other tapestries could be repaired by Caradoc.
"Which is precisely why we have come here," Kiango said taking a seat between the other two. His dark eyes flashed with passion. His clothing was Gwion made - the intricate patterns at the cuffs were patterns similar to one Mederei and Caradoc wore. They were, according to one of the books Ramses had read, exclusive to the royal family and the Gwion. The only difference was in color. The royals used a shade of orange exclusive to themselves. It was a color that shone brilliantly on the dark skin of the royal family and had been the royal color long before the island was united.
"We have arrived at this moment to save the inhabitants of the region - that is what we are meant to do," Kiango explained. He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "And what, precisely, have you come to do?"
"Our job," Ramses answered.
"Your majesty," another man arrived behind Kiango.
Thuweni shifted his weight ever so slightly.
The man behind Kiango was older and wore the long robes of the wizarding professors. His nose was broad and hooked, his eyes small and piercing. His face was not attractive in any sense, but there was intelligence that could not be masked. Unlike the others, he was fair skinned, but he darkened his skin to appear more alike the natives of the capital region.
"We must meet with his grace before we go much farther in our plans, your majesty," the wizard intoned.
Kiango waved a hand in the man's direction. "We will attend to that shortly. Currently, I am here to see what brings Thuweni to the enemy."
"Enemy, sir?" The man inquired. "What enemy?"
The man, who had not acknowledged Ramses at first, now looked at him. "You are an ally of the red-headed troublemaker?"
"Hugh is my friend," Ramses replied.
"I meant his cousin. Her, whose name is never to be mentioned in my presence."
Whatever did Mederei do to him? His disgust wasn't simply allegiance to Kiango, but it went deeper. Was this, or was this not the royal tutor?
"Frieis Tryot," Kiango said, shifting slightly to look at his tutor. "It is enough to know that they are allies. He is friends with the demihabil, Hugh Black."
Frieis Tryot ground his teeth but spoke no more save for commenting on having to speak with someone.
After Frieis Tryot had left, Kiango blew out his breath. "He's a good man, but sometimes, I feel like everything is a class to him. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, discussing why the red-headed cousins are causing troubles here."
"They are not causing anyone troubles," Ramses rejoined. "We are here on a job request concerning tapestries."
"And why is Mederei here? Caradoc, I can understand, but Mederei?"
Ramses blinked. "I'm certain you can figure out why a wizard would be present."
Kiango leaned forward to whisper. "You and I both know that she is not a wizard. What is her real reason?"
"Ask her yourself."
"She would never tell me the answer."
"Then there is your answer. We were asked to manage a job, it suited us, and we came."
Kiango drummed his fingers on his knee. "Very well; how will this affect what we plan to do?"
"What is it that you plan to do?"
Thuweni leaned forward with his glass and placed it on the table. "There is 500-year event that takes place in which one of the smaller islands is wiped off the map. Kiango plans on stopping it."
"We haven't figured that part out yet because we don't know where this calamity will arise. It is bound to be catastrophic because it's been a thousand years since the last island was destroyed according to royal records."
"And it always happens in this region?"
Thuweni had a map on the table between them. "The last known island to be wiped off was in this area." He circled around a portion of water that was empty, save for some warnings about shoals. "As far as we can tell it's happened every four to five hundred years ..."
"Except that it hasn't happened since around the time the isle became fully united," Kiango continued. "That means that there's a lot of energy stored up."
"Or that it's transferred its energy somewhere else."
It couldn't be connected to the Gwion at any rate. After all, the Gwion had been in existence for over two millennia. They had been doing their work as best they could in that time; and ... what if something had happened to stop the natural cycle? What if something, as Mederei and Caradoc pointed out, had come unplugged.
"What are you thinking about?" Thuweni inquired.
"There's only been one event in the past millennium that fits with everything, and that is the rise of the Damla Isle."
"So, if we put it back into its place ..." Kiango started.
"The cycle begins, but it will be a big initial blast of energy," Ramses concurred.
Kiango considered the news for a moment. "Very well. We will work on our part." He rose and went to find Frieis Tryot.
"We will have to work together to make our plans," Thuweni said as he rose. "Inform the cousins of the need. Inform the demihabil first, and he will placate the cousins."
Ramses nodded his head once.
Placate the cousins? Surely Thuweni was hopeful.