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Daunthir summoned her Topaz Carbuncle again. Knelt down in front the spirit and said, "Divination and Scrying, Aetheric Visitation, Sympathetic Totems: Correspondance. Go fetch!"

The Carbuncle shot off in a streak of gold light and sparkles, barreling in a direct line into the library, disturbing desks' worth of papers, invoking shouts and curses from studying novices. Out of Daunthir's sight she could still hear surprised cries of alarm and crashes as her summoned combat spirit carried out it's instruction the only way it knew how. Daunthir stood and leaned back heavily against the wall, running her hand through her messy blonde hair. She took a long pull from the tall glass of "water" on the table next to her. It burned it's way down her throat. Daunthir smiled.

"Novices.. heh. A little excitement and chaos in their studies will do them some good".

Daunthir raised the glass to her lips again to take another long drink when a tanned hand with ivory scales slapped a solid grip on her wrist.

"Your Carbuncle is disturbing the Library. It has been dismissed.", the voice of the speaker was resonant, male and insufferably calm.

Daunthir gave a violent tug to free her drinking hand from the grip but only succeeded in spilling her drink on both of them. She snarled "Getoff!"

"Guildswoman Rayne", that voice was so maddeningly *even*, by Azim's lilly-white ass Rael grated on her last nerve, "you know that intoxicants are not allowed in the study, nor is summoning, nor any violent magics for that part. I have summoned an escort to see you safely to your room at the Drowning Wench. As a courtesy, we have not involved the Yellowjackets."

Two Midlanders wearing Arcanist Guild livery stood patient and waiting for her. Daunthir set her glass down and allowed herself to be walked out of the library. But not before snapping back at the Librarian, "Take your 'courtesy' and get fucked you palescaled, emotionless Golem! I'm FINE. Just bloody fine!" There! that'll tell off that 'tranquil' Rael.

"Have a lovely afternoon Guildswoman Rayne," came the calm-as-ever retort, "Please do not return until you are in a more stable state of mind, bathed and...", he paused, ".. and Guildswoman Rayne, your smallclothes should be worn under your tunic."

The only real dignity Daunthir could muster was to walk out under her own power without her 'escort' needing to lay hands on her. They bypassed Hawkers' Alley with the Aethershard and brought her back to the Wench. Not leaving her side until she was safely back in her room.

Daunthir lay on the bed in impotent, furious shame. "Nymeia! What am I doing? I can't even look for her. I can't track her down without help, and Thubyrgeim keeps telling me to wait! I can't wait! I waited on the Morningstar and look what that led to! You're the Goddess of Fate. Spin something! Show me what I am supposed to do."

There was a knock at her door. Daunthir sat bolt upright, "Nyme-.. naaaaah. Can't be. I gotta still be drunk."

There was a second knock.

Daunthir answered the door.

Light blasted in blinding her.. forms stood before her. Two attendants and a third. Daunthir blinked through heavy eyelids trying to make out forms.. her mouth muttering uselessly. as the light started to draw into focus, someone was speaking to her.

"-nthir. Daunthir! Lass! My boys can't 'old this tub till the next Astral Era. Move your arse out of the door!", the voice belonged to Baderon, the Wench's owner, barkeep and proprietor.

Daunthir stood aside and let Baderon and his two assistants into the room, a tub of steaming water carried between them. They set it down in the middle of the room, left and returned with a modesty screen and a small pedestal upon which they set soaps and lotions.

"Gyeeesh! Lass, this room smells like a bilge! Wha' 'ave you been doin' in here, I mean besides a different warm body every single night. I'm gonna have to get a Conjurer up here to magic up a cleansing breeze. Now, get yer scaly arse naked and climb into that tub. Don't make me dunk ye'. I'll do it as sure as I'm lookin' at ye'. For the Navigator's sake lass.. BEHIND the screen! I don't 'ave interest in seeing one more naked adventurer, I've 'ad my fill."

Daunthir stepped behind the screen, shedding filthy clothes. Her head wasn't quite cooperating though and soon she was forced to swallow her pride and sat down, stretching a leg out she asked Baderon, "Help? with the boots? I can't..."

Baderon, grabbed the boot and pulled one direction while Daunthir pulled her leg out in the opposite. The sound of moist Au Ra leg coming free was.. bad. The smell was worse. Baderon grabbed the other leg and unceremoniously yanked, muttering about how the boots might need to be burned... or exorcized.. or both.

"I ain' 'elpin' ya in the tub. Yer gonna 'ave to manage that like a big girl."

Daunthir slid into the hot water and winced. Did Baderon heat this tub with a Ligthning core? Is he boiling her for supper?

"Use tha soap, lass. Won't do any good unless you use soap. and you'll find a brush. Yah. There. Good lass.", Baderon chattered on from the opposite side of the screen as Daunthir washed days and nights worth of defeat off.

The attendants returned, then left behind a jug of blistering hot Xiq'rhee. Baderon poured two mugs and handed one to Daunthir. "Drink this."

"Gaaah! It smells like burning BlackLoam, tastes worse." Daunthir grimaced as she took sips of the bitter black drink.

"That it does lass, but it's better wif' rum I promise. Though not fer you, not today, I'm cutting you off. A week at least." Baderon spoke like he'd been through this routine a thousand thousands of times.

"'ard lesson for an adventurer ta learn, lass. Fallin' short like that when ya think a mate is countin' on ya. We're all too eager ta shake it off when we fail ourselves, but failing a mate, or someone who needs ye, well, it's a cold, cold bastard who'll let that roll off their back without a thought.

But ya can't always come out on top. Jus' ain' in the stars. Na' even the Warriors o' Light could stop the Calamity, or the coming of the Seventh Umbral in fire and death.

We do the bes' we can, lass. We learn from our mistakes. We rest and then we get back up. I'll give ye tonight and tomorrey to sleep of the 'angover that's coming fer ye. Maude will nursemaid ye. She's got a touch. Then I expec' you on deck clean as a whistle and sober as a chaplain.

Maude will also air out this bilge. Ah! Ye been cuddlin' aurochs? Drunken aurochs?", Daunthir could hear the smile in Baderon's voice.

When she heard the door close behind him. She dunked her head under the water and let the silence embrace her for a long moment.
Comments (2)

Lalli Physalis

Sargatanas [Aether]

Aw, I love the sass in this. Great read xD

Tohrthyr Rune

Mateus [Crystal]

Thank you. I'm very much enjoying finding the voices in this story.
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