safe-passage
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speakeasy“Well, as the Guard does not claim you, fox, we do not recognize your claim of safe-passage through out lands, and we find you in violation of our border.” The Elfin knight said coolly, thin lips tightening into a chilly smile.
“Hold on one fucking second,” Aaron burst out, as guards began to move toward Will, who was still in the binding circle. His tails were all puffed out, and his ears were flat against his skull, even as his facial expression was determined neutral.
Abruptly, there was the sound of scuffle outside, and the doors were forced open. The very last person Aaron expected to strode through them. It was Professor MacCormack, from Ravencroft. But, despite wearing the same slightly tweedy suit, without the jacket and sleeves rolled up, power hung like a cloak around him, and he moved entirely differently, much more assured, head up, and looking over the room like a king.
“Does the Elfanheim no longer recognize the Kingdom of Smoke and Flame?” he asked in a rolling basso-profundo, striding to stand before the Elf.
The elf squinted at him oddly, and recoiled, the odd harmonics of his voice suddenly dissonant as he said “We do not recognize you, mortal.”
“Really?” The professor asked, a faint smile around his lips. “I will be sure to inform my lord, the King of Smoke and Flame, when I next see him that we need not allow your traders to Our markets, then.”
What. The. Hell. Aaron thought. What was Professor MacCormack *talking* about?
“And who, are you, to speak to the King of Smoke and Flame so casually?” The elf sneered, but less assuredly now.
“His Consort, equal in power and will.” The professor said calmly, as suddenly what Aaron had taken for tattoos on his arms lit up with flame. The very air seemed heavy with his power now. Aaron was pretty sure he was gaping.
The elf paled, but continued onward.
“That may be so, but what interest does the Kingdom of Smoke and Flame have in this simple border-jumper?”
“Ryota, known as William Inoue, is the son of one of our most faithful subjects, the Lady Chinatsu. As such, he has a claim to Our protection, and is granted, by the treaty between Our land and Elfanheim, safe passage in pursuit of his duties to Us.”
Aaron was, as it happened, watching Will when the Professor (King? Queen? Was was the male consort of a king called?) claimed him
“Hold on one fucking second,” Aaron burst out, as guards began to move toward Will, who was still in the binding circle. His tails were all puffed out, and his ears were flat against his skull, even as his facial expression was determined neutral.
Abruptly, there was the sound of scuffle outside, and the doors were forced open. The very last person Aaron expected to strode through them. It was Professor MacCormack, from Ravencroft. But, despite wearing the same slightly tweedy suit, without the jacket and sleeves rolled up, power hung like a cloak around him, and he moved entirely differently, much more assured, head up, and looking over the room like a king.
“Does the Elfanheim no longer recognize the Kingdom of Smoke and Flame?” he asked in a rolling basso-profundo, striding to stand before the Elf.
The elf squinted at him oddly, and recoiled, the odd harmonics of his voice suddenly dissonant as he said “We do not recognize you, mortal.”
“Really?” The professor asked, a faint smile around his lips. “I will be sure to inform my lord, the King of Smoke and Flame, when I next see him that we need not allow your traders to Our markets, then.”
What. The. Hell. Aaron thought. What was Professor MacCormack *talking* about?
“And who, are you, to speak to the King of Smoke and Flame so casually?” The elf sneered, but less assuredly now.
“His Consort, equal in power and will.” The professor said calmly, as suddenly what Aaron had taken for tattoos on his arms lit up with flame. The very air seemed heavy with his power now. Aaron was pretty sure he was gaping.
The elf paled, but continued onward.
“That may be so, but what interest does the Kingdom of Smoke and Flame have in this simple border-jumper?”
“Ryota, known as William Inoue, is the son of one of our most faithful subjects, the Lady Chinatsu. As such, he has a claim to Our protection, and is granted, by the treaty between Our land and Elfanheim, safe passage in pursuit of his duties to Us.”
Aaron was, as it happened, watching Will when the Professor (King? Queen? Was was the male consort of a king called?) claimed him