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A/n: Thank you again to Rainfall, your reviews are the only thing keeping me going at this point. Well, and a writer's tenacity, but alot of people have that. ^ ^ Yay. Btw: I'm changing my penname to golden_twilightflame because there are just to many pheonixes.
Ch. 9
That night, she appeared yet again in a different gown, even more spectacular than the last. This gown was created personally by Varice, and was colored red in different shades that alternated in a rainbow down her body. She had a fine, see-through red shawl to go with it, and gloves again, this time without the gemstones. Her eyes were accented with pale silver and her hair was down again, wavy and glossy from hours of preparation. In what she privately referred to as her costume, Eos scanned the room constantly for a man of Finoursri's description. Instead, however, her eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to the Tortallan ambassadors. *Varice seems to really like that tall man* she thought. *In fact...I don't think I've ever seen her with face paint on and with a nice dress and all. She's really pretty.* She then turned to gaze again at the gaudily dressed emperor. As Tristan came up behind her, she asked, "Is this how his imperial majesty usually dresses, Lord Staghorn? I've never seen anyone with so many jewels on." Tristan answered, "Of course. It is believed that since his imperial majesty is surrounded by such good fortune and wealth that he should exemplify it in order for it to continually expand. And, of course, it is tradition for the imperial family to dress richly." His eyes followed the tall man's figure, however. Eos then said shortly, "I have heard of your recent advancement in the Imperial University. Congratulations."
~Flashback~
Eos was sitting in her room when yellow fire suddenly formed words in front of her. "I can't talk to you directly now, but for the time I have: memorize the script that is on the note that my personal slave is sending to you. If I change the subject of our casual conversation, it is unsafe to start talking to Darkan, but if I continue the conversation before I mention your jewelry, then you are safe and clear to go to Scancra. After I mention your jewelry, your orders are to run to Kaeron's room and deactivate the alarm spells as soon as you can. When you get in, magically probe the second drawer in the painting to your left and papers will appear that I desperately need. Then run out and mask your magical scent like I trained you to through the vent above you. Don't go through the door, Kaeron has an identification spell of those who go through his door twice. Have fun, magelet."
Eos glared the message, then magically wiped it and began to prepare and pack her things.
~End Flashback~
Tristan said uncomfortably, "Well....would you like some punch?" Eos nodded slightly, disappointment evident in her eyes. When Tristan came back, he said, "Your necklace is quite fascinating, Lady Tanianne. It seems that you have it on all the time." Eos replied, "It is an heirloom from my grandfather. Excuse me, I see someone waving to me." Tristan merely nodded, and Eos ran at a dead run once she got out of sight from Kaeron's room, under an illusion spell of being Kaeron's dog. When she got to his room, she quickly blasted the alarm spells on the door and windows, then set to work. She quickly swiveled her head, adrenaline making her hypersensitive to any sound, and set to work on the portrait. Two eternities later, the papers were hidden in the same place as her dagger and she whirled to run out of the room, only to hear a cold, cold voice saying, "Lady Tanianne, how nice to see you. Is it normal that you creep into peoples' rooms?" Eos decided to brazen it out because there seemed to be no way that he could know she was in possession of the papers. "Of course not! I accidentally stumbled into your room and tore my gown, so I thought it would look rather inappropriate if I were to be seen this way and fixed myself up. I was just leaving as you came in." Lord Kaeron simply stared coolly at her. *Please, don't know. Please don't know. Don't suspect. Just go away.* Lord Kaeron nodded. "Of course, Lady Tanianne." He gestured to the door. "Now if you would kindly leave my room so I can check some business papers of mine..." Eos nodded, then strode quickly outside and flew as a bird to Tristan's room.
A/n: Thank you again to Rainfall, your reviews are the only thing keeping me going at this point. Well, and a writer's tenacity, but alot of people have that. ^ ^ Yay. Btw: I'm changing my penname to golden_twilightflame because there are just to many pheonixes.
Ch. 9
That night, she appeared yet again in a different gown, even more spectacular than the last. This gown was created personally by Varice, and was colored red in different shades that alternated in a rainbow down her body. She had a fine, see-through red shawl to go with it, and gloves again, this time without the gemstones. Her eyes were accented with pale silver and her hair was down again, wavy and glossy from hours of preparation. In what she privately referred to as her costume, Eos scanned the room constantly for a man of Finoursri's description. Instead, however, her eyes seemed to be constantly drawn to the Tortallan ambassadors. *Varice seems to really like that tall man* she thought. *In fact...I don't think I've ever seen her with face paint on and with a nice dress and all. She's really pretty.* She then turned to gaze again at the gaudily dressed emperor. As Tristan came up behind her, she asked, "Is this how his imperial majesty usually dresses, Lord Staghorn? I've never seen anyone with so many jewels on." Tristan answered, "Of course. It is believed that since his imperial majesty is surrounded by such good fortune and wealth that he should exemplify it in order for it to continually expand. And, of course, it is tradition for the imperial family to dress richly." His eyes followed the tall man's figure, however. Eos then said shortly, "I have heard of your recent advancement in the Imperial University. Congratulations."
~Flashback~
Eos was sitting in her room when yellow fire suddenly formed words in front of her. "I can't talk to you directly now, but for the time I have: memorize the script that is on the note that my personal slave is sending to you. If I change the subject of our casual conversation, it is unsafe to start talking to Darkan, but if I continue the conversation before I mention your jewelry, then you are safe and clear to go to Scancra. After I mention your jewelry, your orders are to run to Kaeron's room and deactivate the alarm spells as soon as you can. When you get in, magically probe the second drawer in the painting to your left and papers will appear that I desperately need. Then run out and mask your magical scent like I trained you to through the vent above you. Don't go through the door, Kaeron has an identification spell of those who go through his door twice. Have fun, magelet."
Eos glared the message, then magically wiped it and began to prepare and pack her things.
~End Flashback~
Tristan said uncomfortably, "Well....would you like some punch?" Eos nodded slightly, disappointment evident in her eyes. When Tristan came back, he said, "Your necklace is quite fascinating, Lady Tanianne. It seems that you have it on all the time." Eos replied, "It is an heirloom from my grandfather. Excuse me, I see someone waving to me." Tristan merely nodded, and Eos ran at a dead run once she got out of sight from Kaeron's room, under an illusion spell of being Kaeron's dog. When she got to his room, she quickly blasted the alarm spells on the door and windows, then set to work. She quickly swiveled her head, adrenaline making her hypersensitive to any sound, and set to work on the portrait. Two eternities later, the papers were hidden in the same place as her dagger and she whirled to run out of the room, only to hear a cold, cold voice saying, "Lady Tanianne, how nice to see you. Is it normal that you creep into peoples' rooms?" Eos decided to brazen it out because there seemed to be no way that he could know she was in possession of the papers. "Of course not! I accidentally stumbled into your room and tore my gown, so I thought it would look rather inappropriate if I were to be seen this way and fixed myself up. I was just leaving as you came in." Lord Kaeron simply stared coolly at her. *Please, don't know. Please don't know. Don't suspect. Just go away.* Lord Kaeron nodded. "Of course, Lady Tanianne." He gestured to the door. "Now if you would kindly leave my room so I can check some business papers of mine..." Eos nodded, then strode quickly outside and flew as a bird to Tristan's room.