After taking Kamil into Avalor, Tudor leads himself into the city and meets someone new. However, he's sent back to Vallestrella due to the oncoming event that'll soon plague all of the Palace Perimeter.
Lucky for Tudor, he and Kamil are close to the portal that leads them into Avalor. Once through, both notice the morning there being sunny and windless, appealing to their liking which produces a smile on both their faces. Tudor leads his little brother straight to Mooncliff while performing some aerial stunts. Kamil tries to imitate his brother but his little body isn't suited for such feats yet.
Arriving at Mooncliff, they find chief Zephyr sitting in front of a bunch of cubs. He's teaching them again. When Tudor and Kamil enter the clearing, Zephyr notices them. With his distinguishable raspy voice, he states: "Well, well. Look who is back here. And you brought your little brother, too. Quickly now, Kamil, join us for we just got started on permanent and temporary traits. Well then, young ones: how do we say if someone is being bored?"
One of the cubs yells with enthusiasm: "¡Ser aburrido!"
"Ow, that is – not correct. That would mean being bor-ing.' Zephyr explains and chuckles slowly yet heartily before continuing, 'It should be 'estar aburrido', meaning being bored."
Tudor smirks and adds: "Hehe, are you talking about yourself and Migs?"
Zephyr rolls his eyes underneath his discernible eyebrows. He decides to ignore the mischievous jaquin for better judgment: "Hrm. Okay, how do we say our prince, Skylar, is cheerful by nature?"
"¿Estar alegre?" another cub proposes as 'estar' was the correct choice in the previous question.
"Ha-ha… No, that is not correct either, young one. That would mean being tipsy. I do not see our prince getting himself in such a state anytime soon… The correct answer is 'ser alegre'; Skylar is nearly always in a state of being cheerful."
"This class is boring still so 'ser' was correct…" Tudor states and sniggers.
At this point, Zephyr knows Tudor will keep on intervening with his teachings. Though he suppresses agitation, he isn't willing to allow the green-and-maroon jaquin near him any longer. "Well, I assume you have important matters to attend to, Tudor, other than partaking in my teachings. You definitely do not need them anymore. I suggest you head into Avalor city and see if all is well, as a Guardian of Avalor would. I hope I am being clear on this…' Zephyr states calmly and directs himself to the cubs once again, 'That would be 'estar claro', cubs."
The old and grey jaquin never was fond of individuals like Tudor being near him. Thus getting rid of the green-and-maroon jaquin to avoid further disturbance is a way in keeping this day without further worry. "Well, chief. Anything is better than staying here anyway." Tudor replies of boredom and takes his leave.
On his way, he allows himself to glide on the temperate winds along the shoreline and the harbour. For once, he's minding his own business within the city. That is, through speech. He doesn't say anything to anyone he comes across at the docks. He skirts past some people, barely avoiding them through evasive manoeuvres of sheer elegance. Small children want to run after Tudor. After all, he's fast and colourful which is appealing to their young minds. However, they're held back by their parents who don't want them to get hurt or run off.
Though Tudor doesn't feel the need to converse with the local population, there's something he does want from them. But he's not wanting to ask them about it; he wants to find it on his own, so he can keep it for himself. Eventually, his gliding along the harbour is paid off when he finally sees what he's been searching for: barrels without lids containing food items. They're meant to be sold on the market but Tudor's convinced they'd serve a better purpose being in his mouth, instead.
When he's close to the barrels, his eyes suddenly pick up on something. He encounters a ship he's never seen before; a gaff-rigged schooner peacefully lies in the water before him. It's a foreign ship. It slowly rocks on the rippling water of the calm twinkling ocean, set against a bright blue sky with white clouds drifting by slowly. The wooden hull of the ship is draped in deep blue, with trinkets in gold standing out to it and richly decorating all of its sides. The ship lies aligned with a pier with its sails hoisted. A gangway connects it with land, allowing the schooner's masters to do business with Avalor. The wooden board sees a lot of activity as a small number of people continuously walk on and off it carrying crates and barrels.
Tudor draws near the ship. His curiosity is getting the better of him. *If this is a new ship, it might have new food I can try. I savour novel food! At least, I hope it will taste well…* he thinks to himself.
Suddenly, someone steps off the ship that looks unlike the other people from that vessel. He walks off the pier, gazing around attentively as if taking in all the fresh details of this new environment. The man walks with decisive steps, allowing himself to be seen by the locals. They, in turn, don't pay attention to him much. That is mostly because his blonde hair and wide jawline, as well as his pale skin, show his Norberg origin. Much like Daniel Turner, the harbour master, he wears dark brown stitched leather boots and a pair of red woven pants, as well as a brown suede leather vest. This vest is quite eccentric with special finishes along the top and bottom that show fine handiwork. It's meant to catch one's eye. After looking around for some time, he stumbles upon Tudor and says excitedly: "Wow, I never thought you were actually real!"
Tudor startles from this sudden yet excited outburst coming from behind him. Going through one of the lidless barrels, he hadn't heard or seen anyone approach him. He turns around to face whoever stands behind him. The same man who just got off the ship takes a few steps back, his eyes betray a sense of fright. Tudor's spring green head is, after all, quite big in comparison to that of a human. "The one and only!' Tudor responds excitedly only to wonder what he's known for, 'So, let me guess. I am known for my superb jokes, right? I am extremely gifted at this."
"You can – talk?"
"Uh, yeah…"
"Animals that – can speak…' the man says of utmost bewilderment before he starts thinking out loud, 'How… When… Where – did you master speech?"
"My parents taught me, obviously. But I mastered joking all by myself." Tudor says full of pride.
"You like cracking jokes? You must be a species of jaguar with loads of fun!"
"I am! Wait, what was that? How did you – just call me?"
"Ehm, jaguar… A winged – jaguar! Oh, was it offensive of me not to mention your wings? I… I'm sorry! It's – it's just that I've never met your species… in real life before.' the man hastily replies and chuckles nervously of wonder, 'I heard about you jaguars, but I never thought you'd actually be real!"
"You better be sorry. And we are not jaqu-ass. Hehe, but it sounds funny… Anway, we are jaquins. Besides, it is mister jaquin to you, hehe."
"Okay. So, does that mean you're being revered here in Avalor? I bet you are. You seem special."
"I am. Everyone knows me well because of my fun skills.' Tudor says with false pride and smirks only to add mumbling in a grumbling manner, 'They should appreciate them more."
"I feel so exalted to have met you! It's thrilling meeting a new species! Amazing, just wonderful! Everyone should get to know you jaggins. It's jaggins, right?"
"Jaquin…" Tudor replies huffily as he's growing bored from all this rather uninteresting talk.
The man quickly takes out a notebook. "Let me write that down… There! By the way, since you're from Avalor and you can talk, could you give me some advice? I just arrived here. I want to buy local clothing…"
"Why? You look colourful, like us."
"I do, don't I? I do like these garments, they're comfy. And they display how rich I am, of course! Unfortunately, I think it's not helping me blend in with the locals. Look at this vest, it's tailor-made in my hometown but unlike anything that's worn here."
"Nice.' Tudor responds with little enthusiasm as he cannot care less but then something wondrous occurs to him that brightens him up completely, 'There… is also another way. One how you can blend in even more!"
"Really? Other than through clothes? Can you tell me? Or – or show me?"
"Sure. If you happen to speak Spanish. This will have the people here grow fond of foreigners quickly."
"Well, sadly I don't speak Spanish. Not a single word, I'm afraid."
"No worries. I can teach you some, hehe. Know what? Since you wear that vest, I know a line you can use. Listen carefully, for I will only say this once."
"Okay. I'm ready. Got my pen and paper right here. Go!"
"Alright, say this to everyone new you meet: 'Estoy usando un vest-ido'. Easy, right? It is a simple line and it means 'I am wearing a vest'. Hehe, this will have everyone like you."
"Thank you very much, jacuine creature. I thank you sincerely for your selfless aid. That being said, perhaps I can express more gratitude with something else besides kindness. Although I don't think you value my currency much, do you?"
"You mean money? I do not need that stuff. But I do need something to eat. Did you bring food with you? Something I never tasted before?" Tudor asks excitedly as he takes a few steps towards the man.
"Please, help yourself.' the man says amiably and beckons a sailor carrying a crate before continuing, 'We just brought in a batch of Norberg mulberries. Have a crate all to yourself!"
Tudor's eyes widen and a wide smile appears on his face as a brown, wooden crate is placed in front of him. The sailor opens it. Tudor looks inside and sees it's filled with berries which are completely novel to him.
A tad later, with the foreigners gone into town, a Jaquin scout finds Tudor who is now halfway through eating the crate's contents. With some concern, but foremostly agitation, she says: "Tudor! There you are… We were looking for you all over the city!"
"Oh… Hi, mom! You were looking for me?' Tudor replies in faked surprise yet continues with a smile, 'The chief sent me into town. Lucky for me so I do not get to hear him mawkishly referencing the past all the time. But sorry, I guess. Oh, and guess what… I made a friend today! A human new to Avalor. I helped him make new friends here, hehe."
"Hmm… I do not like you snickering like that. Tell me, what did you do this time?"
"Nothing important. I taught him a Spanish phrase. He is wearing a vest so I learned him to say 'Estoy usando un vestido'. He is clueless, hehe."
"What? You taught that poor man to say 'I am wearing a dress'? Ugh, sometimes you come across as being hopeless. You know this, right?"
"The way you just said it makes it sound even better, haha! Besides, I even got something for it in return. See?" Tudor says in ecstasy.
He lets out a few more laughs as both he and his mother start making their way back to Mooncliff. "I swear that you will make us Jaquins look bad with the humans one day. Ay, ay, ay…"
"Now you sound just like king Verago, mom." Tudor adds in a sulky manner.
The moment they arrive back at Mooncliff, Zephyr watches them closely, his eyes radiating resentment. It gives Tudor the feeling he's in for punishment. He lands next to his father in the clearing together with his mother. The other Jaquins there show confusion or slight anxiety. "So, who died…" Tudor starts off noticing the dreary atmosphere.
His father, however, prods him and thereby silences his inappropriately behaving son. Zephyr, on the other hand, groans slowly. He usually does so after hearing ill news or when in deep thoughts before speaking. "Well, it seems you are going back to Vallestrella already, Tudor. They need you there, together with some of you.' Zephyr says worryingly as his gaze meets that of some other Jaquins before continuing, 'Apparently, an arcus cloud has formed near the Palace. According to observation, it has formed because of a cold spell that seeped in from Desolate Peaks. It is making its way to the Palace as we speak, along a cold front squall line. You are unable to see it but you will certainly feel the drop in temperature. This same line will also produce severe and damaging gusts of wind that are considered dangerous. It slowly picks up and eventually becomes harmful to any creature flying. So, in order to get to the Palace in time, have all of you let your wings carry you with great haste! And before you go, allow me to let you off with a warning: never underestimate this harsh condition, for it will otherwise leave you ill-prepared!"
Without further ado, Tudor sees the appointed Jaquins take to flight. Without hesitation, he quickly joins them and hastens back to Vallestrella. Because of his high agility, he arrives there well before the others do. Once through the portal, Tudor immediately notices the air has gone colder and the wind has grown unfavourable to anything flying. His body shivers from the change in temperature between Avalor and this realm. He continues making his way to the Palace where he arrives breathing heavily. Upon entering it, Tudor notices several Jaquins having gathered inside the throne room. Among them are Dulce and Sienté but also Skylar, Luna, and Migs. The latter decided to move ahead and get Avira adequate help from the Royal Guard. Tudor joins the others and is in time to hear Verago state the following: "One of you will need to collect Nico, as well as Shaniqua and Veje in Nautíca. I know it is a large area to scout but we cannot leave anyone behind with this oncoming and highly unpredictable weather."
Dulce adds worryingly: "We need someone with a good sense of responsibility and who is fast. No one wants to get stuck in this weather for sure."
However, no one steps forward to volunteer. Migs does raise a paw but it's to address Avira's situation. Before he can speak, though, Verago nods calmly at the yellow-and-orange Jaquin. "Ah! You are willing to take on this task? I expected nothing less of you, Migs. Loyal to the very end." Verago states happily.
"But… but – I… want… I wanted to…" Migs stammers uneasily of being misunderstood.
Tudor steps in and adds in a bantering manner: "Migs? Hehe, he will take all day just to prepare. Remember how he performed on the day of his hunt two days past?"
"Well, then this makes you the most suitable candidate for the matter at paw. I am pleased. I trust you will do your job well." Verago retorts in a way that comes across as demanding.
"¡Espere! Wait! I did not mean to… Ay, no." Tudor exclaims in a sulky way.
"Way to go, king Verago! You got him there!" Luna exclaims joyously as she starts hovering with fluttering wings due to the build-up excitement within.
Verago then audibly snorts which leaves the entire throne room in silence. He glares at Tudor. His eyes betray him accepting no contradiction. "As I said, I expect you do well. Head for Nautíca and bring home Nico, Shaniqua, and Veje." he states in an austere and commanding manner.
With a displeasing grunt, Tudor turns around to face the Palace entrance and takes to flight with a deep sigh. Once he has left the throne room, Migs states cautiously: "That – almost looks like you hold a grudge against him, king Verago."
"Do we not all?" Sienté wonders out loud.
Verago looks at Migs with aloof eyes and shakes once his head mildly. He then grunts deeply before commenting: "I will not be tempted by bantering, be it ill or innocent in nature, to already develop a grudge against someone. None of us should. My desire is of a different kind. You see, asking someone nicely does not always favour the goal you want them to achieve. Therefore, I was addressing Tudor in a direct manner. However, I was not unfair to him; it is simply to get things done. But I only do so because I know that I am humble. I never mean such things to be personal. All will be in favour of the clan and the rules. Always."