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Prompt: Prowl
Note, this is set in the same AU as Heavy and Forward.
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Summit was normally a good-natured and easygoing person. It came naturally to him and also went with his magical element of water. However, the last few days of hectic back and forth work of treating the injured and sick as well as dealing with frantic and outright hysterical people, along with the troubles caused by that stupid new group of idiot mages, would be enough to make anyone snap.
Add in to that Summit's other duties as the Dragon's Blood, leader of the Water Temple, coupled with his emergency duties in regards to the sudden influx of refugees and the likely upcoming situation of war and it was an outright miracle he hadn't snapped yet.
But he couldn't snap, even if he wanted to. The Temple was barely running smoothly as it was and with all that needed to be done, the blond couldn't spare a minute to have a breakdown if his life depended on it.
Stepping out of one surgery room after giving the final instructions regarding care to his assistants, Summit finished drying off the last of the purifying water and dropped the wet towels in the basket of a passing initiate. The girl slowed just enough to let him do that before adding speed to her step to get the towels to the laundry room so as to be cleaned and ready for use.
Sighing, he removed his hair tie and barely bothered to push the hair out of his face as he turned and grabbed a heavy crate of supplies of the top of the pile a second struggling initiate was carrying. The boy gave him a weak smile of thanks before disappearing down the hall to the emergency treatment rooms. Summit made a note to give him a light reprimand later. Though they needed all the help they could get, it wouldn't do for anyone to get hurt trying to get things done faster.
Making his way towards that hall himself, he was suddenly stopped by a civilian woman who immediately began to lay into him, "This is an absolute outrage! I demand to speak with your superior at once!"
Summit tried to move his head in a way to see her better through the hair that had fallen back into his face, making another mental note to start wearing the damn hair tie all the time now, "Ma'am what are you doing back here? How did you get even get here? Civilians aren't all-"
She cut him off, snarling, "I am a Lady and I demand that my daughter gets the attention she deserves! Why aren't we be given the respect due our station?!"
Summit bit back a groan as he tried again to sooth the irate woman, "Ma'am please, we're doing all we can at this moment. If you'd -"
She cut him off again, still snarling, "My daughter is of more importance than these mere peasants and I demand that-"
"You will demand nothing!"
Summit had finally had enough and cut her off for once, passing the crate to an acolyte who had approached him just as the woman had started her rant. Finally able to push his hair out of her face, Summit felt satisfaction at her paling at the sight of his mark, that of a serpentine dragon sketched in blue lines that curled around and over his left eye. It signified that he was of the royal line as well as his station as the Dragon's Blood, the most powerful water mage in the country, perhaps even the world. Sometimes having it in such an obvious place was a blessing, like now.
He recognized her now, a lower ranked noblewoman who always tried to come off as more powerful than she was. Her status as a widow aside, she'd overstepped boundaries here. Glaring down at her, Summit did make an effort to stay polite, "Lady Whitethorn, your daughter only had a broken arm, which she herself admits she got from falling out of a tree she'd climbed on a dare. She had been seen to hours ago and everything was fine. We even took the precious time to make sure nothing else was hurt from her fall, time we cannot easily spare at this moment. Time you are now taking up with your demands that, at this point, are outright silly. Why are you here and how did you get back here?"
Another acolyte answered him in the Lady's stead, pausing in her rush to say, "A fight broke out in the main court and she used that chance to get pass the initiate guards. Please sire, she's been harassing people all day over little things and hampering our work."
Giving the girl a nod of thanks, Summit indicated for her to continue on her way before returning his attention to the now visibly steaming noblewoman, "Is that true? That you've been causing trouble in my temple over a request that has no grounds?"
She snapped at him, "No grounds?! My daughter is -"
"Out front with their maid, embarrassed, hungry and overall, just wants to go home." A priest cut in that time, looking as tired as they all felt, approaching Summit with a pleading expression. The blond frowned at the noblewoman, "Lady Whitethorn, please tell me that you haven't been here the whole day, trying to get someone to bend to you?"
She puffed herself back up, stating, "Of course I have! We weren't treated with the respect due to us and I wanted that rectified!"
Summit felt his temper, which had long passed its snapping point, start to break. Gritting his teeth to keep from venting all of his frustration on her (though he knew it would be satisfying and likely the whole temple would cover for him), Summit couldn't help the bite in his voice as he spoke, "Leave. Now."
Her eyes widened comically as she screeched, "What?! I never -"
"Showed any respect to any of my people, insinuated that the refugees are less than you because they are not noble, left your injured daughter alone with only a maid to watch over her just to satisfy your petty ego, and you have wasted our valuable time during a crisis, all just to feel important. Now leave before I decide that your actions have warranted a drought on your home." The second prince stared her down as he said that, daring her to go against him.
The threat of a drought, or rather, denying her home help from the Water Temple, was a severe one but Summit felt that the situation gave him grounds to use it.
She paled again, going a nice papery color before gathering her skirts and making a beeline for an exit. Summit motioned for the priest to follow her to make sure she actually left the temple before letting out a sigh and turning to see what needed to be done next.
The brief, happy smiles of his workers at his telling off of Lady Whitethorn improved his mood a little, but not by much. Of course, a new disaster would come to his attention at that time.
"My Lord, you need to review these reports." Sky Fury approached him from down the hall, a thick stack of papers in hand and an angry expression on her face. Likely she'd been on the prowl for him since that morning, when he ducked out of his office to help with the physical work load of his temple.
But then a second voice called out to him, from a frightened initiate running dead on at him, her voice going high, "Sire, a riot's breaking out among the refugees! Someone spread rumors that we were going to throw them all out at nightfall and no one can calm them down!"
And as trouble loved to arrive in threes, a new voice from behind him called out, "Emergency Your Highness! There's been more fighting at the border and they're taking heavy casualties!"
Twisting around, Summit saw the new voice belonged to an initiate of the Wind Temple, signified by the yellow bands on his shirt sleeves, currently on duty at the Water Temple as a messenger. Internally screaming at all that had gone wrong, Summit forced himself to focus.
Looking up, he could have cried as he caught sight of who he needed, calling out, "Priestess Amela!"
The slender woman looked up from her task of passing out freshly cleaned towels, "Sire?"
He instructed her quickly, "Grab two other mages that you deem capable of field work and get those idiots out of the fourth classroom. If they really want to learn at a faster rate, then here's the perfect chance. Emergency supply bags to everyone, you're the lead and I trust your judgment. Meet with the soldiers at the usual place."
Giving him a quick nod of affirmation, his best field healer handed her basket off to another running initiate and swept off with a smile on her face that was just a little bit happy vengeance. Six of the Water Temple's own initiates had been part of that group, Dragon's Tears, and they'd been sequestered in the indicated classroom until Summit could decide what to do with them. As the prince had said, now was the perfect opportunity for crash course learning.
Turning to the messenger, Summit didn't bother to recall the boy's name, "Send word to the Fire and Earth temples, ask them to send us anyone they can spare. Their level doesn't matter, we've got plenty for them to do. Also, ask the Earth Temple if any of the relocation areas are finalized yet and to give us the locations of any that are."
The boy nodded and shot off, leaving Summit with the scared initiate and Sky Fury. Turning to his green and yellow drauman, Summit said, "Sky, I'm sorry, I'll deal with the reports later. Help me get this riot under control."
She nodded, with just a hint of a smirk, "Understood my Lord, but I doubt you'll need my help."
His return smile was only the tiniest bit evil. There was another reason the Water Temple had several large pools besides for medicinal and namesake purposes. Motioning for the frightened initiate to lead him to the riot, Summit was already letting his power manifest in those various pools.
A quick bath always helped cool heads.