"Ok. So its Usuals, Visitors, Ministers, Council members, Diplomats, Their majesties, and finally the Servants…Is that right?"
Master Oakbridge nodded, beaming.
"Correct. Now. Wo bist du?" Where are you?
Xlelon immediately responded,
"Ich bin auch Corus, Tortall, mit Herr Oakbridge." I am at Corus, Tortall, with Mr. Oakbridge. Oakbridge nodded. It was midsummer, and the birds outside twittered, distracting her slightly, but the bell rang and sent her to Myles. After Oakbridge, she went to see Myles, who taught her History of Scanra. It was nearly as interesting as the history of Tortall, though it did not give her warm fuzzy feelings. The mages of Scanra were often war Mages, and were known for their strange spells and incantations. There were not many healers. She grimaced.
After Myles, she went to the queen's chambers. Many exclained to hear that she went to the queen, but she was the best teacher of how to act around Royalty, after all, she was royalty, and knew how people were supposed act to her. She taught her how to curtsy (she found that each depth of curtsy had a meaning, and had trouble keeping track of them.) and how to accept and reject proposals. She also brought in the diplomats from Tyra, here to oversee a dredging of the Drell River. They talked of how to reach a comprimise that both sides could agree to. The king came in and they got into a whole new conversation on what was needed for the trip there. The diplomats, who had never been to scanra, left. Next, they talked of the parameters needed for peace between the two countries. Myles came in, followed by some servants, and informed them that they had missed dinner. Jon rubbed his forhead.
"I knew I had forgotten something."
Thayet smiled at Xlelon, who had just realized how tired she was.
"Go on, we'll send some servants so you can eat in your rooms."
Xlelon smiled.
"Th…Thanks." She said as she yawned and began to walk to her rooms.
"You know," commented Jonathan as she closed the door, "Its things like that that remind me how young she is."
Myles nodded.
"I've never seen a sixteen year old so mature, even the squires."
Thayet nodded.
"It is obvious that her world still has an effect on her."
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Xlelon reached her rooms, unlocked the door and was delighted to find a letter on her window sill. However, there wasn't a bird in sight. Usually, the birds that carried his letter for him stuck around. Shrugging, this one probably needed to get somewhere, she picked it up and frowned, it smelled repulsive.
"What is this?" She wondered aloud, and tore it open. A small charm fell into her hand and fell apart into three pieces.
Instantly, she was engulfed in a white cloud, which seemed like steam, but it was screaming. She heard shouts of 'help!' and 'mommy!' and felt a stinging sensation. It spread to her arms and feet until she screamed hysterically and fainted.
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Now then…What was that? HAHAHA!!! CLIFFIE!!! GAHHHHHH!