See first chapter for disclaimers/warnings/summaries. Link to TBDH Forum is on my profile. This chapter was betaed by the wonderful and talented brissygirl. All remaining mistakes are my own.

RECAP: Harry and Co arrive at the Deveraine's Home for the large 'portal that will take them to the stadium for the formal opening of the Hunt. Everyone is getting ready for the Hunt and things are a colorful, fun mess. Ilsa checks Harry for the spell that Alec cast to scramble his speech and knows how to break it, but cannot do it herself, because it is Merrow magic. She promises to help them break it as soon as she can. Bahn and Bhindi are appearing in public for the first time, since Ilsa's return . The entire Deveraine Circle is presenting and the missing Alpha, Ithycar, is supposed to appear.

NOTE: The Kalzik family is Indian and there are several cultural references throughout their snippet. Please read this short glossary to keep track of things (and so you'll know exactly how handsome Quinn looks in his outfit!).

TERMS TO KNOW

*Sherwani—a traditional Indian garment for men. It looks like a long double-breasted suit-jacket (Think of it like a tunic, there are no lapels) with a mandarin-style collar and fitted sleeves. It generally falls slightly below the knee and there are either baggy or skinny pants worn underneath it, with an accenting color. The fancier the embroidery is, the higher social standing the wearer has. Curled or pointed toe slippers tend to be worn with it.

*Dupatta—a traditional Indian scarf for either gender. For women, it is often the color of their sari, lengha or accent color for the outfit and while it can be a solid color and fabric, it is often multi-colored and sometimes with see-through fabric. Sometimes it is used to cover the head, shoulders or draped around the upper-torso and tucked into the skirt. For men, it is a solid color (usually red, blue, green or gold) and is draped across the shoulders.

*Sari—a traditional Indian garment for women. It is often worn mostly by married women, as it covers more and was the first fashion 'trend' in Indian culture. It is generally a long, brilliantly colored piece of fabric that is expertly folded to create a skirt, with the end being draped around the upper body like a shawl and tucked into a cropped bodice or fitted shirt.

*Lehenga Choli—a traditional Indian garment for women. This is different from a sari in the way that it is two articles of clothing, not counting the dupatta(scarf). It consists of a bustier and a full bodied skirt, showing off the torso and ankles. Depending on the wearer's preference, it can be as modest as a fitted cropped top, showing only a strip of skin above the waist or as daring as a tube bikini top. It is traditionally tied in the back and there are no buttons or zippers involved.

*Puri—a traditional thin flatbread that is fried in oil until it is soft and puffed up. It can be used in place of naan.

*Naan—a rustic Indian flatbread that looks like cooked pizza dough with herbs scattered on top. It is thicker than puri, has a tough texture and is baked, not fried.

*Raita-a yogurt side dish that helps to soothe the palate after spicy foods and aid digestion.

*Jiji—is a loose translation for the title "Sister-in-law" it is used to show respect.

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN : Welcome to the Hunt

NEVARAH : THE KALZIK ANCESTRAL HOME : QUINN'S BEDROOM

Quinn shuffled out of the bedroom, scrubbing a hand across his face in a belated attempt to better rouse himself into the land of the wakened. He was tired, still, and couldn't recall how he'd managed to make it to his room, much less his bed and he didn't really care, now that he'd managed to stub his toe on the bathroom threshold.

Full lips quirked into something of a pout as Quinn blinked several times in succession and then stifled a yawn. He really was tired. He'd forgotten just how draining Soul Casting could be and knew he'd be feeling the effects for some time. It was a good thing he hadn't gone through with casting for Harry and Charlie.

Harry's cast was sure to be worrisome and Charlie's, well, the redhead would doubtlessly be even more intertwined with Harry than Theo and that was sure to be just as troublesome on its own. Quinn clicked his teeth together and finally shuffled all the way into the loo. He went through the motions of his morning routine, taking his time with the necessary basics of a shower, brushing his teeth and spelling his hair into order.

By the time he made it back to his bedroom, it seemed as if the entire house had come alive. Quinn listened with interest as he heard the Pareya ordering his siblings about and his father's voice occasionally sounding out over theirs. He just knew the place would be a madhouse by the time he finished dressing.

His mother had visited his room during his absence and laid out a lovely, traditional outfit of Sherwani, a long, silken, elaborately decorated long-sleeve overshirt. The second half were baggy pants, a variation of the traditional lungi, that would allow him to partially strip if the weather grew too warm. They were in coordinating colors, of course, with fancy embroidery in gold and blue adorning the front of the Sherwani, with a matching dupatta in the same vibrant colors as his famous, multi-colored wings.

Colors of bright aqua, rich navy, nearly neon green and a hint of shimmery golden-yellow all meshed together, perfectly dyed in something of a harmonic rainbow that was pleasing to the eyes. There was golden foil-like trim all along the edges and he knew that was a hint as to what the rest of his family would be wearing.

He was somewhat glad. The last Hunting Season, he'd attended it in silver and navy blue tones. His hands trembled for a moment, the memories resurfacing, unbidden. Teal eyes squeezed tightly shut and Quinn began to mutter a meditation chant beneath his breath, a habit that was now practically reflex. He calmed significantly in the next few minutes and finally his eyes opened once more.

Quinn swallowed hard. He stroked his fingers through the cool, silky material and then sighed, tugging at the belt of his dressing gown. Shrugging out of it, he tossed it on the bed and concentrated to remember where he'd last left his warming lotions and oils. He often shared them with Bharin, mostly because he could spike them for the Gheyo without having to trouble his parents. His mother might not mind having Gheyos in their circle, but she never could stand the required fights.

He twitched his fingers in an odd shape, a wandless spell that would summon his favorite body oil and one to bring a standard healing balm as well. When both containers popped into existence, he let them fall to the bed, where he unscrewed the tops and sniffed both containers just to be sure. He scooped a dollop of healing balm into the body lotion and stirred it with one finger. The mixture was then liberally applied to his skin, along with a spray-application of sunblock, before he finally reached for his favorite cologne, a muted sandalwood musk.

Once finished, he then took his time dressing in the traditional garb, fingers automatically knowing what to tie, clasp and pleat accordingly, even if he had only worn Healer's robes for the majority of his time since the last Hunting Season. There hadn't been much of a reason to bother with dressing up.

Now, he stood before the mirror, feeling distinctly off-kilter as he studied his reflection. He was glad his mother had chosen the expected, traditional high collar and also allowed him a dupatta as well. It would hide his scars, if he wrapped it right. He started for the door and then stopped, curling his bare toes against the floor. It hadn't escaped his notice that there hadn't been any shoes in sight.

He thought of wearing his dressy sandals, but changed his mind after taking another look at the perfectly coordinated outfit. It wouldn't hurt to run barefoot for a day and they'd likely have to perform as the Kalzik family often did and footwear would only be in the way then. He could simply cast a few charms and enjoy the feel of the ground beneath his feet.

His mother would likely have something in mind, given her attention to detail already. Quinn gave a soundless sigh, gathering up his medical kit and shrinking it to fit in his pockets. He freed the colorful bracelets to dangle in a cluster from his wrist, happy to see that the cords held strong.

It was tradition to wear them until they fell off, the longer they stayed on, the better relationship you were to have with that particular sibling. He smiled, seeing Dyshoka's colorful strip wrapped twice around his wrist. She had made sure that hers would last. A few others were hastily tied and he knew he'd lose them before the day was over, but the sentiment behind them was still appreciated.

She was always special to him. She always would be.

A faint pang of guilt registered and Quinn mentally shoved it away. He had other things to deal with this Hunting Season and he would not let himself be haunted by a single, foolish mistake. A mistake that had cost him, his voice.

Quinn twisted away from that depressing line of thought and found himself wondering how he would approach the issue of time off with a certain, stubborn, dictatorial Matron Olivia. She was sure to protest and likely pile on extra work, even if he agreed to her ridiculous demands. Work that he would do for free, anyway, if he were in the best of health. His contract made allowances for things like his rare healing talents, but sometimes his employer seemed to take a decidedly sadistic pleasure in making his life miserable.

He would quit—if it wouldn't mean that she would have won—but he'd grown attached to his patients and loved how his name did not scare away those who truly needed help when visiting the Clinic. They were always shocked afterwards, but they never refused his help and he'd gathered a considerable following.

If he were to leave the Clinic, he was sure that his most loyal patients would track him down. Whenever he could not pick up his own slack, it would fall to Kyle's shoulders, as evidenced by the little fiasco this past week. Quinn scowled. It wasn't fair to his adopted brother and it definitely wasn't fair to folks like Dahlia, Mimei and Wikhn, who worked under his authority as a healer unit and were subjected to the same administrative issues that often trickled down his way.

He really did owe them some form of repayment. They'd been invaluable in more ways than one since a certain Harry Potter belonging to Theodore Nott, had come stumbling into his life. Something about the green-eyed brunet had jerked his protective Alpha instincts to the forefront and Quinn had struggled against the urges until common sense had won out. He'd then liberally dosed himself with calming draughts and a feeding, courtesy of Bharin, surprised to find that his instincts had dulled significantly after he'd worked with Theodore.

The young Alpha had been surprisingly resilient and startlingly fierce. Quinn had absolutely no doubts that Harry was in good hands, especially not after he'd been able to help their Beta as well, the redheaded Charlie, a tall, respectable fellow with twitchy wings.

Quinn wondered how they would fare. He'd deliberately let them out because it was standard healer practice to rest between major castings and advanced healing sessions, but he'd done so with the hope that they would attend the Hunt. It was a social time for Dragels and accepted creatures in Nevarah. He knew that there would be plenty of fun, family and friendships everywhere and with Theodore Nott as the apprenticed student of the famous Lady Ilsa, meant that Harry would be in a good hands and should enjoy an exciting first Hunt.

Teal eyes sparkled briefly at the thought of Harry wandering through Nevarah and enjoying what the realm had to offer. A faint spark of jealousy registered at the notion of Harry actually Hunting, but as quickly as that spark had come, Quinn dismissed it. They were patient and healer and nothing more.

It was entirely unfair to even think in that direction, especially in terms of Harry. The wary, reliable submissive certainly deserved better than a mute healer for a Bonded. Quinn rolled his eyes and perked up at something outside in the hallway.

The sounds of running feet, drums and the faintest strains of music was enough of a prod to move him from his slight brooding to paying attention to the day. His stomach rumbled hopefully and he inwardly laughed at himself, patting said stomach. Kyle had probably already wakened, dressed and parked himself at the table.

Bharin too, Quinn mused. He remembered his mentor's cheerful account of speaking to the famed Lady Ilsa, apparently the short, stern Gheyo had made quite an impression with her efficient, brisk handling of things and Bharin was sufficiently smitten. Quinn sighed. He could already see where that was headed, but—he frowned in thought.

There was still the option of the Alpha's rights that Theodore had signed over to him, perhaps he could simply pass it on to Bharin. Of course, he would give him free rein to do as he liked and that could be absolutely anything from torture to permanently scarring. As a healer, his options for dishing out revenge were only checked by his sworn oath not to kill.

He would certainly never break that oath, though there were ways around it. He would only ever seek to work around it if an event that was horrifying, gut-wrenching enough to warrant it and only with absolute proof that he had the right perpetrator. Quinn nibbled on his lower lip, his mind's eye clearly seeing the imprint of a scrawled line on the back of Harry's ivory wrist.

Fingers twitched, faintly, as renewed anger coursed through him. One reason that most Healers kept close to their respective Gheyos in a healing unit, was to help in moments like this. There were many devious things he would wish to work on the wicked individual that had dared mar a dragel Subssmive—nay—a young, innocent child. But, he could settle for Bharin. As much as he disliked seeing the scars and blood from things that Bharin dearly enjoyed, he could acknowledge that his mentor was always careful and very good at what he did.

Yes, he would be sure to speak to Bharin. He would also mention that Bharin could take whomever he liked with him on settling the score. Then he would be sure to mention the outcome to Theodore the next time they met and Harry was otherwise occupied. A faint smirk touched his face and Quinn opened the door.

He flinched backwards, barely in time as he was quite nearly tackled to the ground as his younger sisters came bustling past in their trademark helter-skelter run. He perked a brow, stepping back into his room and out of the way as the last set of twins, Karnati and Farnati came running past, giggling and conversing in a mishmash of their native tongue and a hint of dragel rasp.

With a fond shake of his head, he stepped into the now empty hallway and trotted after them, ears alert to see if he could pick up anything. He guessed that his Papa had carried him to bed last night, though he barely even remembered falling asleep. He was emotionally exhausted atop of the physical repercussions of using his Soul Casting abilities, but he knew it was nothing that a bit of time, sleep, and blood or sugar couldn't fix.

"Quinten?" his mother's voice floated around the corner.

He turned towards the sound at once, slightly apprehensive, but desperately wishing that he could turn straight to her and ask for a hug. His Papa had informed him of exactly how his behavior in the past week had scared his mother to the point where she'd frantically sent for him. He owed her an apology at the very least and complete submission to whatever punishment she should dream up.

The sight of her face, that second time he'd tried to take his own life had etched itself so deeply and permanently in his mind that he'd known, the moment he'd survived that he would never do such a thing again. Seeking death had seemed like the best and most painless option—until he'd see the expression of absolute anguish on a face that had cried blood tears for him.

Pursing his lips, Quinn gave a short, flickering whistle.

"Ah. There you are." Surajini rounded the corner, bearing a silver tray with several assorted cups and a lighted clay lamp. A pleased look settled on her face as she took in his formal attire. "And you look lovely in that." She approached him, pausing only to turn and snap something out over her shoulder about running in the hallway and shrieking like a madwoman.

For a moment, they simply stared at each other.

Then his mother arched a single, kohl-lined eyebrow.

Quinn swallowed, then reached up to lightly tug on his earlobes, mouthing sorry, with the best expression of penitence he could muster.

Ruby-tinted lips curved into the faintest approximation of a smile and after another moment, his mother tipped her head in acceptance. The smile blossomed fully then, an expression of fondness, mixed with relief. "You scared me something awful, you know." She scolded, lightly. "But you look rested. I am glad."

…Mama… He poked lightly at the mental connection between them, pleased when a hum of approval came rippling back to him. Quinn's lips twitched into something of a smile and he moved forward, coming to a stop before her.

She circled the tray around his face three times and then allowed him to hold it, while she selected three, fine-tipped brushes from a mustard-yellow resting cloth. "Hold your head up high." She instructed. The brushes were dipped into bright pots of black, green and navy blue dye. In a matter of minutes, she had effectively sketched a scrolling design of vines and the runes for longevity and prosperity.

A smile graced her features as she stood back to admire her work. "Lovely." She pronounced, picking up a golden bindi, she murmured the words for a sticking charm and touched it to the center of the delicate, painted design, before he could straighten fully. She then tore off a strip of thin, sweet bread and dipped it in one sauce, repeating the action until he had eaten three different pieces altogether.

Her hands hovered over the flickering flame on the small lamp and then she curled her hands up and around, before pressing them to the side of her head in a gesture that spoke of pride.

She took the tray back and held it at eye level so he could hold his hands over the flame and swirl them in the wisps of smoke curling up from the sticks of incense.

He pressed his palms together and offered a short bow of respect.

The tray was then lowered to a comfortable carrying height and Surajini looked him over again. "We're almost ready for breakfast, I was starting to worry" Her tone was light, her steps chiming as she walked, anklets and bangles singing with her every movement. She turned in a swirl of gilded, multicolored skirts and waited for him to walk in front, so she could see his hands if he signed. "Which also brings me to another matter."

Quinn stopped, he turned to her expectantly.

His mother gave a slightly rueful smile. "I may have inadvertently accidentally managed to fire you."

Teal eyes blinked comically. Mama…?

"I called that 'Matron Olivia' of yours on Kyle's behalf—he has Emily staying over, by the way, so please beware that we have guests, your Auntie Rohajini is coming too, along with her entire Circle, so there will be lots of people around." She frowned. "Will you be alright with that?"

It's fine. Our kind of crowds don't usually bother me. Quinn frowned. How exactly did calling in for Kyle end with losing my job?

Surajini winced. "She said something about how if he wasn't available, then you would have to be and I told her that you'd been Soul Casting and there should be a mention in your contract about it, therefore you would be unavailable and unable to properly and safely carry out your healer duties and as such you wouldn't be coming in today." The petite Indian Submissive suddenly scowled. "And she had the nerve to tell me that if I couldn't produce either of you, then it was my duty to see that-"

The picture frames along the wall rattled and Quinn's eyes grew wide with alarm. Mama, calm down. Please. Really. It's fine. I didn't mean to—I would have-

"Shush. I know you hated working there, but you liked the work you did." She took a breath. "I would have rather you left on speaking terms or at least, with a decent standing. I am well aware that you are capable of speaking for yourself, I suppose I am simply a bit short-tempered at the moment and it translated in a less than pleasant way."

Quinn's lips twitched. He understood everything his mother wasn't saying outright and quite frankly, he would have loved to be in the shadows to hear what she'd told Matron Olivia. It certainly would have been a memorable conversation. His mother's temper was almost as famous as their family name, for in spite of her sometimes meek appearance, she was definitely not a doormat. It's fine, Mama. He assured her, wondering if he asked nicely, whether she would tell him what exactly she'd said.

"Er, yes. Well. I'm glad then. I was hoping you wouldn't take it too badly. However, you can't kept up a full certification without practicing in some way or another and I know you haven't the time to be seeking employment, so I have already made a few inquiries. I've spoken to your Auntie about having you professionally certified. If you wish to work independently after you acquire your independent license, and not under our house and name, you may do so."

…really? But before, you said that I would never be able to hold a…?

"You were not ready for it when you asked, in the past." Brilliant green eyes stared him down. "You know you weren't and I know that you weren't. Now you are and I would be the last person in this realm to ever stand in front of you and your future goals and happiness, my son." She half-smiled. "You are my baby boy, after all."

Mama! Quinn felt his cheeks warm considerably and he immediately looked elsewhere before that blush could dredge up any potentially embarrassing spots of emotion. He'd had enough crazy emotions last night, he did not want them to carry over into a fresh day.

Surajini's lips twitched, faintly into more of smile than before. "Do understand that I did not intend for her to fire you, but unfortunately-"

It's…it's fine, Mama. It really is. I wouldn't have been able to do that myself, I don't…well, perhaps on my own, one day when I was too fed up to really handle any of it, I might have reacted. But this? This is perfect timing, I mean, I'm not happy about leaving the patients and everyone, but I am glad. So glad.

"In that case, I am glad too. Especially since we all know just how horrible your reactions are." She balanced the tray on one hand to give him a swat on the shoulder. "March, young man. You need to eat. I can hear your stomach complaining from here." She fell into step beside him. "Though just because you've left doesn't mean that you are free from your responsibilities, I want to make it absolutely clear that you will be keeping up with things."

Of course, Mama. Quinn found himself smiling as he inched a little closer to her. Their arms brushed lightly and their smiles mirrored each other.

The dining room was bustling merrily with Dragels dashing to and fro, some slipping into their chairs to help themselves, while Pareya continued to bring steaming dishes in from the kitchen. The scent of spicy curries and stews, mingled with wafts of fried breads, vegetables and meats.

Patrick had taken the lone chair at one end of the table, leaving the other end open for either Hiram or Surajini, whichever one of his triad Bonded arrived first. The children and other Bonded seated themselves randomly along the sides, everyone chattering a mixture of several languages with the occasional hiss or growl.

Food was passed everywhere, dishes being handed over and under, no-spill charms keeping messes to a minimum, while boundary spells kept the respective serving utensils in their specific serving dishes. The warm, spicy smells of curries, stews and herbed flatbreads filled the air.

Quinn felt his stomach rumble happily as his mother prodded him into the dining room and all but sat him down in an empty chair. Her hands rested on his shoulders, holding him down in the chair for a second longer, to make her point. He touched her hand on his shoulder, briefly, smiling at the cheerful red nail polish she had on. He had no objections to sitting down and eating his fill.

"Help yourself and eat well." She admonished. "If we present today, no one is eating until dinnertime, because there won't be any breaks in between, so make sure you eat enough to keep your blood sugar steady and that you've taken your potions on a full stomach."

Potions? Quinn gave the closest approximation of a whine that he could. Mama, I feel fine!

"I'm sure." His mother returned, dryly. "But that does not excuse you from them. Sit. Stay." She patted his head with one hand, gliding off with the tray still balanced in hand.

Quinn nearly pouted, but his stomach drew his attention and he held out his hand, knowing that a plate would appear.

A Pareya, Lachman, two chairs down, stretched over to hand him a plate with a healthy helping of curried spinach and garlic naan, his two favorite foods.

He smiled and accepted it, leaning forward to nod his thanks, as he did not have a mental connection with this particular parent and they did not know sign language.

A nod and a smile was sent his way. "Make sure you take some Raita. Farnati, pass the dish, please."

Quinn's teal eyes narrowed faintly when he caught sight of the small silver dish and he held up two fingers to stall his younger sister. The dragel froze, the small bowl resting on the flat of her palm as she waited for Quinn's mental fingers to take hold.

Seconds later, it floated off her hand and through the air, dodging the crossing hands and passing dishes to drop into Quinn's waiting hands. He smiled in self-satisfaction, spooning a healthy dollop onto the side of his plate in preparation for the spicy dishes ahead of him.

Setting the dish aside, he didn't bother to return it, knowing that whoever needed it next would likely simply call for it and someone else would pass it along. He pressed his hands together, palm to palm and mouthed the words for the traditional blessing, ending with the mental whisper of Shokesaneh.

Someone passed a napkin over and he tucked it carefully on his lap, before reaching for the food. He tore little strips off of the naan and carefully folded it around bite-sized helpings of the curried spinach. His tastebuds sang contentedly as the familiar flavors relaxed and comforted him.

He was halfway through his meal when a familiar mental presence nudged at the corners of his mind and he felt two strong arms wrapping around him from behind, half-sandwiching him to his chair.

"Quinten." Hiram's deep voice rumbled, the accent barely noticeable as he squeezed, gently. "You scared us, son."

Father… Quinn ducked his head, feeling the blush starting up again. He hadn't meant to worry them. In all honesty, the only thing that had been in his head at that moment, had been helping Harry. Death was the very last thing he'd had in mind.

But then again, he'd also given his word.

And if his own parents couldn't take his word for what it was worth, then how could he expect anyone else to do the same? Accident or no, the outcome rested on his shoulders alone. It was his responsibility. He would be the one to live with whatever choices he made, unless they resulted in death—and even then, he was fairly certain his mother would bring him back—just to scold him.

"I hope you've spoken to your mother." Hiram's strong magic hummed strongly around him, washing over Quinn in soothing, steady waves.

Quinn relaxed into the impromptu embrace, soaking up the care and concern that filtered through. I did. I'm sorry I worried everyone, it was—it, well. Quinn hesitated. I told Papa, he thought, at last. Did he?

"He did, actually." The Kalzik family Alpha stretched downward to survey the food Quinn had on his plate. "I suppose I can excuse you this once, though I hope this will serve as a warning to you. In the future, there will not be a second chance, you do realize if you had been taking proper care of yourself, that you never would have reached such a point in the first place?"

Yes, Father.

"Good." Hiram tugged on one pale ear, tipping Quinn's head to the side, he nipped the opposite ear with his fangs, drawing blood. "A Healer who cannot heal himself has no business healing others, understood?"

Yes sir. The sharp flash of pain dimmed and began to fade as the wound slowly healed over. Quinn bowed his head in submission, realizing just how lightly his father let him off. He was lucky. Between his father and his papa, he'd been spared the brunt of his mother's temper and likely any further punishment.

"I also feel that I should warn you that your mother intends for you to hunt this season, so do not even think of telling her otherwise." Hiram released his hold on the blond and reached across the table to pick up a vegetable dish. He scooped a generous portion onto Quinn's half-empty plate. "She will also be asking Healer Traufon over to look at your throat," his voice dropped lower. I should warn you to beware of using that speech spell of yours, at least until we have a final verdict. I know you understand the risks of it, but just because you have resigned yourself to silence does not mean that you have to. There is still a chance you may speak again—if—you do not stress your vocal cords too much.

Quinn bit his lip, resisting the urge to reach up and rub his ear. I didn't mean to use it so close together, he admitted. It was something of an emergency.

I am not telling you to give it up, just to be more careful when using it. I am sure that Kyle was present and available both times you did use it—and yet, you did not use him.

He's not a thing to be used.

No, but he has sworn to be your voice, Quinn. How do you think he feels when you ignore or overlook him? He considers it a duty.

…I know.

Hiram rested his hands on his son's slightly drooping shoulders. He gave a firm squeeze. Just don't forget. We all like being useful. He paused. And Quinn? Two times within the same week? That was risky, even for you.

Quinn winced again. Does Mama…?

I did not tell her, if that is what you are asking. Bharin told Patrick, who told me last night. I think you have been through enough. Now eat your breakfast before it turns cold and eat enough. Did you take your potions?

Yuck!

Quinten Auwren Kalzik!

They taste yucky! Quinn's teal eyes sparkled with mischief. I might be too full to take them.

Hiram snorted. "Patrick, tell your son to take his medicine."

The blond beta merely paused between bites with a pointed look at his only son.

Quinn squirmed, redirecting his attention to his plate.

Hiram thwapped Quinn's head, lightly and turned towards Surajini as she came bustling into the room. "Hello Princess," He greeted as he stepped to the side and bent down to accept her kiss to his cheek. "Everything tasted wonderful, as usual." He returned the kiss to her upturned cheek. "I've roused everyone and sent them off where they ought to be. The ones who haven't eaten yet will turn up here sometime within the next hour. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Dyshoka, so I have no idea where she's been, if she is here, then she has no wish to be found."

A flicker of worry danced across her face. "Perhaps she—but." She hesitated. "You don't think she stayed over with that Gheyo of hers, do you?" Surajini pursed her lips. "She should have—she would have said something if she was, don't you think?"

"She is not obligated to, but I am sure she would have." Hiram soothed. "Especially if she is that serious about them." He frowned. "Is she? I'm afraid I'm a bit behind."

"Ask Kishore." Surajini sighed. "I swear I don't know what runs through that girl's head."

"Nothing but air." Laxmi sniffed. The fourth eldest Kalzik daughter floated into the room, with her twin trailing absently behind her. "Morning, Mama. Papa." She greeted each parent with a hug. "And if she came in last night, I most certainly did not see her."

"Just because you didn't see her, doesn't mean that she isn't there." Another sister reproved. "Honestly, Laxmi. It's not as if you're any better with that Pareya you've had your eye on. I'm surprised you didn't stay over at his place."

Laxmi bristled at once. "How dare you! I'm not some cheap-"

"That's enough you two," Patrick's stern voice stopped the argument before it could start. "You are sisters and you will show each other the same respect you desire. Behave. This is a happy occasion and I will not have pointless arguments over petty things upsetting the day for the rest of us. Come sit down and eat." His blue eyes flashed, briefly. "Now."

The older twins exchanged a glance then with put-upon sighs, found seats at the table and joined in the mealtime fray.

Patrick watched them both for a moment longer, then turned to Surajini as she approached him with a handful of potions. "Have they been like that since I've been away?"

The Kalzik Submissive offered a sad smile. "Not all of the time, but then again, Dyshoka has hardly been home, save for when Quinn is." She set the potions on the edge of the table. "They're quite attuned you know."

"I do. Which is why I'm surprised." Patrick murmured. He cast a scent charm over his personal space and slashed his wrist as Surajini held up Quinn's potions. He spiked them appropriately and they conversed privately for a few moments longer, before he kissed her cheek and sent her off.

The girl in question appeared several minutes later. In a flurry of sweetly spiced musk, tinkling bangles and anklets, the only un-twined daughter of the Kalzik family came whirling through the doorway.

Dyshoka half danced across the remaining few feet of the dining room to end in an assisted twirl before Hiram. She kissed his cheek noisily and with a wide smile that lit her entire face. "Father! You're back. Does that mean we'll be presenting formally?" She hugged him in happiness. "Oh I've missed you, it's so nice to see you back."

"Yes." Surajini answered. She shot a look towards her Alpha. "Definitely.

Hiram's left eyebrow twitched. "Apparently so." He obediently twirled his older daughter out and around him. His sharp green-gold eyes caught sight of her pair of rich, thick, golden bangles. Proposal bangles. He couldn't keep the proud smile from showing on his face. "You look lovely."

"Mmm. Don't I?" She twirled away from him and over to stand behind Quinn's chair. "Morning, brother mine." She half-sang. She reached over his shoulder and snitched a piece of naan off of his plate, nibbling on it with a contented purr. "Glad to see you're in one piece."

Hey! Quinn protested. I wouldn't be in pieces!

His indignant expression said more than his mental protests ever could. Dyshoka stifled a giggle. "I know, I know. I'm only teasing." She pressed her cheek to the side of his head. "Did you take your potions yet?"

Why is everyone focused on stuffing me full of potions?

"Since you have a habit of forgetting to look after yourself to the point of expiration?" Dyshoka's voice took on a faint edge of steel. She caught his unbitten ear and pinched it between two fingers.

OW! Quinn supplied, helpfully. He leaned half-heartedly away from the reprimand, knowing that if Dyshoka didn't let go, he would simply have to stay put until she did. Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

"Don't ow, me." She retorted. "Really, you didn't? I told you to."

Er, what exactly?

"If I have to tell you then," she gave his ear a little twist. "Nevermind it. I'll tell Mother and she'll fix it. Where is everyone? We're only half here and the opening ceremony is only a few hours away."

"Some of us have already eaten." Laxmi said, primly. "Not everyone has the luxury of staying in bed until the late hours of the morning."

Dyshoka blinked pretty brown-gold eyes at her older sister. She bent her head to accept the mouthful when Quinn held it up for her. She bumped the side of his head with her chin in thanks. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"

"Didn't see you last night." Patrick hummed. "You came home late?" He frowned at Quinn. Do not keep giving away your food unless you intend to refill your plate. Lachman filled it with enough to compensate for the potions you're supposed to be taking.

Papa! Came the predictable protest and Quinn obediently spooned another helping of curried spinach into his plate. He was already tearing off another strip of puri to offer to his favorite sister.

"Depends." Dyshoka's head snapped around to survey the blond with a practiced eye. "Am I in trouble?"

"That depends, do you need to be in trouble?" Surajini gave her a light smack as she bustled past. "Stop stealing Quinn's food and take your own plate. It's supposed to be portioned."

"I'm not stealing it!" Her daughter protested. "He's sharing! He's being nice and it's very sweet of him."

"I can be nice too." Alejandro's grumpy voice cut through the table chatter.

Dyshoka's eyebrows waggled. "Really?" She accepted another tasty mouthful from Quinn's elegant fingers. "What are you eating?" She slipped away from Quinn's table to wander over by Alejandro.

"Your second favorite." Her disgruntled brother muttered. But he held up a mouthful for her anyway, waiting patiently until she'd finished chewing.

She accepted it with the same appreciative bump to the head as she'd done with Quinn. "You're a sweetheart." She turned towards the next older brother, an innocent expression fixed on her lovely face.

Her older brother suppressed a grin and gave a faint tilt of his head. "Food thief." He scolded, fondly. He tore off a strip of fried puri and scooped up a mouthful of spicy vegetable curry, dipping the edge in her favorite mint chutney before holding it up.

"Thank you." Dyshoka sang, accepting the morsel with a hug to one of her favorite brothers. "Where's Jiji?" She asked after her sister-in-law.

"She's with the children." He tipped his head back in response, indicating the hallway behind the dining room, where the married siblings resided within the family grounds. "If you wanted to borrow anything from her, she's probably still in our rooms. I already took a tray down for her. The little one was fussing and she didn't want to upset him this early in the morning."

"Oh goody. Thank you. I didn't have time to think through mine." Dyshoka hummed happily when he offered her another mouthful. "Is he just fussing or is it something else?"

"He's just fussing." Her brother smiled. "More?" He bit back a smile at the pleading look on her face.

"Are you actually going to eat?" The next brother leaned forward to smirk. "Or should I save a few scraps for you as well?"

"Meanie." Dyshoka retorted. "I'll go back to Quinn." But she was already skipping forward to hug him from behind and hang her head over his shoulder for the expected mouthful. "Don't dip it in that, I don't like it." She wrinkled her nose at the red peppersauce. "Too spicy."

"Picky." Came the immediate reply. "Do you want me to fix you a plate?"

"She probably ate already." Laxmi sniped. She spooned a helping of Raitia onto her plate. "I'm sure her hosts wouldn't have sent her off on an empty stomach."

Dark eyes narrowed faintly and Dyshoka's smile melted away to a look of bland indifference. "I would take offense at what you're insinuating," she said, calmly. "But then that would bring me down to your level. What's the matter? Your lover boy wouldn't let you stay the night?"

Laxmi's tanned face flushed a very visible red. "That's none of your business!" She half-hissed. "You're hardly one to talk when you're cavorting around with a mere girl."

"A girl that is more of a woman than you'll ever be." Dyshoka said, frostily. She straightened with a wave of powerful magic that rippled through the room, pushing everyone back into their seats. "At least I know that I could have stayed with her if I wanted to." The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. "Though just so we're all the same page and no one has any dirty thoughts, there was a dinner beach party to introduce a new member of the family and I was invited. We were up quite late and I didn't make a fuss when I came back. Didn't want to disturb anyone."

Laxmi snorted. "Of course not. How considerate of you."

Dyshoka bristled and then turned on her heel and headed for the door. "If you require my presence for the dance, summon me when you've reached the stadium." Her hands clenched and unclenched. "I intend to spend my day with the Gheyo daughter of the Deveraine clan. Her name is Dahlia, she holds an ACE rank and she has trained under Lady Paielda." Green-gold eyes flashed. "We have been exclusive for five years. Should our paths cross, I will be sure to introduce her."

Pure shock was visible on several faces around the table, including that of Quinn, the newly arrived Kyle and his werewolf girlfriend, Emily.

"Exclusive five years as of this year?" Emily inquired, bobbing her head in greeting to the Kalzik triad. "You've never said. You're always so quiet about it. Congratulations, love. That's impressive. I can only claim this lout for the past three." She gave Kyle's shoulder an affectionate nudge. "Morning."

"Because it is no one's business but my own." Dyshoka said, wearily. "Morning to you both." She gave a short nod to Patrick and swept from the room without another word.

Emily blinked and stared after her. A pair of furry, pointed, russet-hued ears popped up at the sides of her head. They twitched in the direction of the doorway before flicking back to where Kyle held a chair out for her at the table. "Did I miss something?" She asked, puzzled.

"Hardly." Kyle's expression shuttered. "Just someone who can't keep their own issues to themselves."

Laxmi's jaw dropped. "I can't believe you-!" She began and then stopped when the three older brothers sent her identical looks of disapproval. "What?"

Quinn stood up abruptly, his chair rocking backwards, but not falling when his mental reach steadied it. He fixed his older sister with a pointed, glare from his flashing teal eyes before he turned and stalked out of the room in silent protest.

Laxmi huffed.

"That was rude, even for you." Kyle snapped. He popped up from his chair, apparently about to follow after Quinn, when Emily snagged his wrist and tugged him back down. He turned to her with an expression of long-suffering and Emily shook her head faintly, signing something with her fingers. The green-haired fae brightened and settled back down.

"Laxmi, that was uncalled for." Hiram's firm voice kept the argument from starting up in a new vein. "You owe your sister an apology and I won't have you bringing this up again. You wouldn't appreciate it if she returned the favor with that rude young man that you insist on spending your time with." His green-gold eyes flickered with a hint of tangible magic. "Taking your frustrations and temper out on your siblings isn't something I should have to speak to you about. You are old enough to know what is right and what is not."

"The Deveraine's daughter?" Surajini was lost in thought, her arms crossed over her chest. "Weren't they the ones with that horrible accident a season passed? The one with that daughter, what was her name—started with a K or something?" She frowned. "Kyle." Brilliant green eyes zeroed in on her adopted son. "Isn't she one of the Gheyos that works with you at the clinics?"

The fae nodded, slowly.

"What is she like? She's never come over here, has she?"

Kyle shook his head. "She is Gheyo. We usually don't mix."

"Mmm." Surajini murmured. "You know her?"

"She is fair and kind, if that is what you mean." Kyle sat back, allowing Emily to fill his plate along with hers.

"You took a liking to one of her underlings, didn't you?" Alejandro furrowed his brow. "I've seen him, a pale, pink-eyed thing." He waved a piece of flatbread at Kyle. "One of your kind."

Emily growled, her ears flattening against her head.

Alejandro immediately held up both hands. "Only an observation, you should know me by now, wolf."

The werewolf girl huffed an answer instead.

Bharin stuck his head through the doorway, looking years refreshed than he had for the past few weeks. "Jini," he flashed a smile. "You called?"

"Quinn forgot his potions." Surajini eyed him critically. "You're looking better."

"I had a good night." He stepped into the room and bent to kiss her forehead. "Did he skip them again?"

"No, his temper got the better of him." She sighed, reaching up to feather a hand across his broad, bared shoulders. "Must you really keep these scars."

He smiled, fondly. "At least for this season, would be nice. You can heal them when it's over, if you really must."

"They don't bother you?" Hiram leaned over to take a look. His eyebrows perked in interest. "Surface scarring?"

The dreadlocked head bobbed in answer. "Doesn't affect anything. Just looks good."

"Good is a relative opinion." Surajini half-scolded. "Patrick spiked his potions and he took two, go and find him, please? You ate already, yes?"

"You know I never eat on a presentation morning." Bharin grimaced. "Hard to do flips on a full stomach."

"Do you need any blood?" Patrick stood up from the table, coming over to perform a quick health check. "And are you presenting with a group or our Circle?"

"Whichever you wish." Bharin's dark eyes flickered to Hiram and back.

"We might not present formally until tomorrow." The Kalzik Alpha murmured, thinking carefully. "You are welcome to occupy yourself or join your fellow Gheyos in an open introduction, if that is agreeable."

Bharin was silent for a moment, then he nodded. "Shall I take the rest of them with me?"

"Only those that want to go. They're in their own wing." Patrick clapped him on the shoulder. "Which reminds me, I had something I wanted to speak to you about…"

"Quinn?" Bharin knocked softly on the young man's bedroom door.

Bharin! Quinn's happy mental chirp sounded before the blond in question appeared. What's wrong—oh. I forgot. He made a face at the phials of potions in his mentor's hand.

"I know." The Jamaican said, dryly. "Your mother reminded me twice."

Quinn offered a smile of apology. Sorry. I'll take them, you can even witness if you have to.

The Gheyo chuckled. "I don't think she was quite that worried, but it probably wouldn't hurt." He handed the phials over, one at a time, watching as Quinn swallowed each with barely a grimace. "You look horrible."

I feel horrible. Quinn retorted. I can't believe she—did you hear what Laxmi said?

A faint smile touched "What happened?"

She started in on Dy like there was-

"Whoa. Calm down." Bharin held the last phial slightly out of reach. "Quinn, look at me." He waited until teal eyes met his own. "Do not make that your problem. It's Dy's. You know she doesn't want you fighting her battles."

But that was a low blow, you didn't hear what she said-!

"Dyshoka can take care of herself." Bharin said, firmly. "And she also has a habit of looking after you as well. Show her some respect."

Quinn sighed. I do, Bharin. You know I do.

"Indeed." The potion phial was handed over. "Now what is it you want to ask me?"

Teal eyes grew wide in near shock. How did you—never mind.

Bharin chuckled. "Your eyes say as much as your mouth would have." He banished the empty phials back to the sterilization room. "What is it you need?"

Remember Harry?

"Rather hard to forget." The tall man shook his head, settling his thick dreadlocks. "What about him?"

I accepted an exchange of Alpha's rights from his Theo.

Bharin blinked. "Did you?" He prompted, interested. "How did that come about?" He mentally tucked away the information of Quinn's address of the young Nott Alpha. 'his Theo' was a very interesting title to assign to one of Harry's bonded.

Semantics. Quinn waved a hand. I was wondering if you'd accept them on my behalf.

"…that depends. What are you expecting me to do about it?"

Whatever you like, I suppose. I won't be picky. In fact, if you don't have to tell me what you did, I'll just use my imagination and we can leave it at that.

"…the blood quill?" Bharin perked up, his dark eyes seemed to fade to pitch black.

Quinn nodded, sharply. Harry didn't deserve that and since I won't be returning to the clinic—did Mama tell you what happened?

"No, but I can make an educated guess." The Gheyo said, dryly. "Did she string you up by the toes?"

Quinn winced. Not quite. I have a feeling she just doesn't have the time to yell at me yet.

Bharin's lips twitched into a smile. "That is highly unlikely. I have never known your mother to keep from speaking her mind whenever she felt like it. You're probably safe for now."

Thanks…I think. Never mind. Will you do this for me? I want to file the acceptance claim as completed when I stop by to pick up my equipment.

"Have them ship it. I don't think you should stop there again."

Quinn blinked. Teal eyes narrowed. …Bharin, is there anything I should know?

"Nothing that would keep you from continuing on as you have been." Bharin didn't blink an eye. "When you visit, I expect to be behind you." There was a hint of warning in his tone.

Yes, sir. Quinn tipped his head in agreement. There was no reason for him to protest. Will you do this for me? For Harry?

"Am I allowed to take company?"

Who did you have in mind?

"No one, really. I was just thinking if I found someone."

Quinn frowned in thought for a moment, then he shrugged. I trust your judgment. Do whatever you think is best. His hands clenched into fists. And Bharin?

"Yes?"

Make sure the bitch pays.

The dark smile that settled on the Gheyo's face would have made the strongest Healer quiver in their standard-issue shoes. "I'll be thorough." He murmured. "You can expect that."

NEVARAH : CENTRAL CITY : MAIN WALKWAY (Harry & Co. and the Deveraine Circle)

The portal deposited them in the center of a bustling transportation hub. Noise immediately filled the air, people talking and laughing with each other, the familiar hum of magic thrumming through the air. It was a bustling, vibrant sea of dragels, creatures and magical individuals moving towards a giant, golden archway carved into a high wall of black stone.

Ilsa's impressive Ergen portal continued to swirl for a full minute, as her Bonded reoriented themselves with the feeling of standing on solid ground. Smooth brown stone lined the road, with silver-stone sidewalks and decorative planters holding flowering plants and creeping ivy. It presented a lovely, picturesque view leading up to a massive stadium in the distance.

"Impressive, Ils." Greta trotted over, her arm linked through Edora's. The Gheyos had kept together before the portal and now they had spread out to protectively circle their own. "I didn't know you'd managed to smooth out all the kinks in your 'ports. That's the smoothest I've ever known you to cast."

Ilsa snorted. "Practice." She informed her soulbonded. "More practice than you would care to ever accumulate. Are we all settled?"

Greta huffed, but bumped shoulders, obligingly as she moved past to lend a hand in herding the children off the transportation module. Edora tugged her arm free and went to help her lead them into the safety of the crowds, so the floor could be cleared for the next group.

They were all bumped, jostled and half-shoved into the pressing flow of people as new arrivals clamored to reach the registration gates. Everyone avoided the glowing white transportation modules, the crowds seamlessly flowing around it and continuing on. It was a section of the street marked by pretty white stones in a circular formation with softly glowing runes denoting it as a magically dense area, suitable for boosting all methods of transport.

"A corner, over there!" Takar's clear voice directed them to a quieter spot in the swarm of dragels. They managed to make their way over to the designated area just as the newly vacated space hummed to life with another incoming 'port.

"Harry?" Theo's grip on his Bonded tightened accordingly. "Charlie."

Charlie wore a grin on his tanned face and his blue eyes were alight with interest as he stared at the crowds, trying to pick out faces and voices in the loud mess. He gave a nod to show that he'd heard Theo's call.

"Is it always like this?" Harry gratefully took Bahn's hand when his fellow Submissive happily trotted up beside him.

"What? Oh yes. Isn't it fabulous?" Bahn exclaimed, pale eyes snapping with excitement. "I do believe I've actually missed this." He sighed. "Circle up!" He called out.

The order was obeyed in the way that the children and Harry were herded into the center of the group and gently pressed up towards a wall, while the rest of the Bonded formed a half-circle around them, protecting them from the bustling crowd.

"Alright, once we've registered, we can-"

"Shayla's here!" Soula whooped. "I wanna see her."

"Wik and Mei just arrived." Dahlia pressed a finger to the left side of her temple. It glowed a faint purple-white, then faded, an external boost for her mental abilities. "The rest of mine are arriving."

"Your entire training circle?" Ilsa had to double-check. "All of them?"

"They'd best, at least for the first day." Dahlia grinned. "I'll bring them around to say hello, if we're nearby and if you like."

"Whatever works for you. I am only too curious for my own good."

"I like it when you're curious." Dahlia's smile softened. "It means you care when you're involved in the details of my life." She hesitated. "And I've really missed you, Mum."

There was a pause, then Ilsa nudged her as she walked past. "Missed you too, brat." Dahlia smiled and ducked her head to hide the brief expression of happiness.

"Oooh. I have friends." Greta's violet eyes shimmered. "Nice friends." She winked at Ilsa. "Are you coming with me today? You'd best say yes or I won't forgive you."

"Oi, hey, enough!" Delani elbowed Ilsa, frowning at her Bonded who were all about to run off without any concrete plans. "Whistle, would you?"

Ilsa obligingly fitted two fingers in her mouth and whistled sharply. Bonded and children immediately fell silent. "Thank Arielle." The grumpy Gheyo muttered. "Could you lot not keep quiet for a few minutes? This is important."

"Thank you, Ilsa." Delani cut in smoothly. "Now then, I understand you all have friends and places that you are eager to visit. I expect to hear a rough itinerary of where you're headed and how long you think you'll be there."

Koury's hand shot up. "What if you don't know?"

"Guess." Okahn thumped her on the head, his serious expression never wavering. "Make an educated guess." The Beta sighed. "I'll be wandering about on the Beta floors." He frowned. "For at least the entire day, until Ithycar arrives sometime before then. If he does, then expect me to be wherever he is after I've found him."

"That's acceptable." Delani nodded. "Let me know if you do find him. I imagine he'll be somewhere in this mess at least by the end of the day." Bahn and Takar nodded along with Okahn. "Who's next?"

"I will be with Bu," Salani spoke up, her arm around the pretty Pareya. "I'll help her take the children to the fun courts and then I'll trade off with whoever wants around lunchtime. I wanted to spend the evening soaking in the Hot Springs."

"I was heading for the Hot Springs this afternoon too." Ilsa added. "I figured I'd take the girls with me." She nodded towards Dahlia and Soula. Lorelei immediately sidled closer as if to include herself as well.

"Gheyo pits." Greta and Loren's hands went up in tandem. They exchanged a glance then reshuffled themselves to stand side by side.

"I suppose I can join them." Edora fidgeted.

"That's fine." Delani allowed. Her pale eyes narrowed. "Which form are you taking for today?"

The thin Gheyo hesitated, then sighed. "The other." She rubbed her arm, the smooth, unscarred one as if trying to ward off an old memory. "As if I'd pass up the opportunity."

"Then why are you still-" Bhindi began.

"Leave him alone." Bahn snapped. "You'll change for registration?" An affirmative nod was all that the elfin dragel needed, before he looked to Delani again. "I wanted to take Harry to see the markets and the Submissive floors. We would probably visit the spa if that's where half of you will end up by the evening's end."

"When is the introduction?" Sueh wanted to know. "I know we're somewhere in the mix of the High Nobles, but where exactly does it put us?"

"Somewhere in mid-morning or noon." Aracle counted on his fingers. "Can everyone stay occupied and somewhere semi-appropriate for immediate transport until noon?"

A few nods and murmurs came from the eager circle of dragels. "Good." Delani gave a quick nod. "Takar, if you've traveling with Okahn, then please take Charlie with you." She nodded towards the redhead. "Charlie, you'll be in good hands, don't worry of it. Theo, if you'd like to stay with me. I'll be visiting the Alpha floors to mix and mingle."

"That sounds fine." Theo had finally released Charlie and Harry's hands, but he'd stayed close to the redhead and tugged Harry in front of him with a well-timed grab to those expensive robes. "What about Harry?"

"Dibs on Harry!" Soula's hand shot up in the air. "He can stay with Shayla and me if Dera isn't taking him straight up to the floors."

A barely disguised flicker of relief showed on Bhindi's face. "Thank Arielle." She muttered. She dodged the elbow her twin aimed at her stomach.

"And where will you be?" Delani fixed her knowing look on the feminine half of the twin Submissives."

"I will have to make introductions on our Circle's behalf." Bhindi snapped. "Where do you think I'll be?"

The Circle winced as a collective whole and even the children avoided her fiery gaze.

Delani grimaced. "Right. Are you fine alone?"

"As if I'd take any of you." Bhindi scowled. "That would be terribly-"

"I'll be with her." Bahn interrupted. "We'll be together," he finished, quietly. He moved to stand beside her, a mite closer than before.

Bhindi rolled her eyes. "How comforting. Now I'm worried."

"It's necessary," Bahn returned, smoothly. "We can't have you hexing anyone that dares to suggest the wrong thing."

"If their brains were in a properly functioning order," Bhindi began. "Then they wouldn't even dream of thinking to ask such vulgar, despicable things!"

Bahn simply nudged her, a silent gesture meant to quiet. "Is that good enough, Lani?" He looked to his Alpha expectantly. "We'll mostly be where we normally would and on our respective floors. You can 'port me in anytime, if you have need of me." He looked to Harry. "And I suppose after my charming daughters are through with you," he winked. "You're all welcome to find me on the Submissive floors and we can have fun there."

Delani cast a look around them all. "Good?" She checked. "Alright then, best behavior, everyone."

"Name, rank, element, Circle and Social." The young Gheyo at the registration booth rattled off the categories without looking up from her record books where several quick quotes quills busily scribbled away. "Please stand on the blue square at your preferred halfing form for measuring."

There was an audible snort and then Ilsa moved to the head of the group. "Ilsa Gorgens, Gheyo Ace, Earth, Deveraine, Clan Chief's heiress for the Earthen element."

The young woman's head snapped up at once. Twin spots of pink generously covered her cheeks as she swallowed nervously. "Er, Lady Gorgens. I ah, sorry." She scrambled to wave the quills to order and quickly stood up. "If you could step over to the," her voice faltered in the face of Ilsa's angry glare. "Er, right." She ducked her head, fighting the urge to bare her neck.

Ilsa stepped onto the square and took a deep breath. She rolled her shoulders back and her neck to the side before hunching forward into a crouch and calling out her wings with a primal screech.

A smattering of applause, whistles and cheers came from around them and even the young woman couldn't keep the smile off of her face as she stared up at the gorgeous expanse of strongly plated wings. "They look lovely, Lady Ilsa." She murmured. The quick quotes quills scribbled away furiously on the record books as a charmed measuring tap whisked around her taking the necessary measurements of height and wingspan.

A sharp gasp came from Greta's corner and the Deveraine Circle turned to her, watching as the experienced Gheyo seemed to be struggling to hold her temper. "Anything you feel like telling me, Ilsa?" Greta's voice was not happy. She took in the new layer of heavy, scaled plating—and the formation of two new crippled claws, one on the middle at the top spine of each wing. Those were new. She did not like what their presence meant.

"Absolutely not," came the irritated reply.

"Did it hurt?" Greta sniped. "I rather hope it did."

"It was fifteen years ago," Ilsa snapped. "You don't really think I spent it eating sweets and lazing about?"

"Well, one never really knows-" Callistair began.

"I'm sure that's not what she meant." Loren interrupted. His own blue eyes tracked the fluttering movements of the strong wings. "But I am with Greta there, I didn't think you'd be one to take it that far."

"And whatever gave you that idea?" Ilsa shot back. Her glower had begun to darken in response to the personal questions that she had no desire to answer in public company. "Are you quite finished yet?"

"One moment." The young woman tried to smile, looking anywhere but at those stormy eyes. "Any other changes I should document?"

"None." Ilsa growled.

"Thank you kindly, my lady." The young gheyo bowed formally. "You may proceed through the gates." She turned, hand waving the next one forward.

"Greta Deveraine, Gheyo King, Storm, Deveraine and Private ranking."

"Private-?" The young woman frowned. "I-oh." She brightened, seeing the notation that appeared in the book in hand when Greta stepped onto the blue square. "Of course, my apologies Lady Deveraine." She watched as Greta stepped up and shook herself all over, before half-crouching to call out her halfing form in much the same manner as Ilsa had.

Harry watched the process repeat itself as the members of the Deveraine Circle filed by one by one. He wondered what he'd be answering when it came his turn. He elbowed Theo, relieved to find that his Alpha hovered close by—just as he always did.

"What is it, treasure?" Theo's warm voice ghosted over his ear.

"I'm Harry Potter, Submissive, Nameless and Nott and what?" He tried to fill in the blanks. Theo surely had some social standing, at least if he was claimed under Ilsa's guardianship. He suddenly wished he knew more about the inherited seals Quinn had spoken of. Something about the Evanson and Perevell families. He made a mental note to speak to Theo about it. Perhaps there was a way to do research, even if half of the archives and the central city were shut down for the Hunting Season.

Theo smirked. "Harry Potter, Submissive, Nameless, Nott, High Noble." He explained. "I belong to Ilsa and she identifies as a Clan heiress, which would make students below her that are not blood family, at least, high noble." He looked to Charlie, a silent prompt.

"Charlie Weasley-" The redhead stopped. According to Ilsa, his mother had been the dragel in the family, which meant that his father was not. She'd explained at one point, the intricacies of dragel family lineage and suggested he decide on which name he wanted to use. His mother's name, Prewitt—wasn't a name that was common in the wizarding world. In fact, he could hardly remember hearing anything about them, save for his famous uncles, Gideon and Fabian.

"You can use whichever you like," Theo said, quietly, as if sensing the internal debate. "What's wrong with it?"

The redhead half-frowned. "Would there—would there be others here?" He nodded towards the Deveraines. The possibility of meeting family members he'd never even known of was both thrilling and worrisome in the same instance. He wouldn't mind meeting dragel family, but in the same breath, he didn't want to think of what that meant. His life had changed quite significantly in a matter of days since he'd run into Theo and Harry. It definitely wouldn't return to what it was before.

"Of your family?" Theo hesitated. "Probably, the chances of you actually running into each other are fairly low. There's enough folks here that you likely won't see them the entire season unless you're searching."

Charlie hesitated and then nodded. "Weasley, then." He said, after a moment. Until he knew more of his extended family and whether they were still alive and present in Nevarah, he would use his father's name. "Charlie Weasley, Beta, Fire, Nott and High Noble?"

"That's just fine." Theo smiled.

"What about you?" Harry poked him in the side, finding himself relaxing in spite of the loud crowd and the current setting. There was an air of hope and excitement sparking in the air and his empathy was happily feeding off of the good vibes. It was hard to be anything but excited when literally brimming over with curiosity and interest.

"Theodore Gorgens-Nott, Earth, Alpha, Nott, High Noble." Theo winked. "Impressive enough?" He caught Harry's hand before the mischievous brunet could poke him again. "Stop that." He squeezed them, gently.

Harry grinned, impishly. "Needs a few more titles." He teased, hearing Bahn rattling off his own stats as his turn was called. He wiggled his fingers in Theo's light grip. "It's fun." He tugged the hand up and touched the tip of Theo's nose. "You make faces when I do."

Theo's elegant eyebrows arched upwards in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "Really?" He made a playful bite for the finger and held the hand steady enough to suck it in his mouth.

Emerald eyes grew wide, darkening at once with an interested purr rumbling in the back of his throat.

Charlie rolled his eyes and thumped them both on the head. "Save it for later." He mock-growled. "And pay attention!" He caught Harry in headlock and held him snug against his side, batting away Theo's teasing fingers.

Their Alpha gave a fond smile, nudging Charlie before turning his attention back to the cataloguing happening in front of them. It was now Bahn's turn and his entire Circle had passed through, save for Delani and Aracle, who stood to the side directing who would be next.

"…Bahn Deveraine, Submissive, Lyte Submissive, Air Elemental, belonging to the House of Deveraine, Former Crown Royal for the Asylonth Elves of the North…"

Harry wriggled ineffectively against Charlie's strong grip. He tried not to scowl when he realized that there didn't seem to be a specific way to get free of the hold without resorting to magic. Brute strength was certainly not helping matters any and from the easily unaffected air about the redhead, Harry suddenly realized just how the dragon tamer must've handled his mischief-prone twin siblings.

"Charlie-!" He huffed, pushing at the elbow locked beneath his chin. It wasn't that uncomfortable, just a bit of an annoyance.

"Calm down," came the steady reply. Charlie patted his head, affectionately tugging the wayward strands. "You're fine."

Harry twisted again, because he could. He was fine, but it didn't mean he couldn't complain about it.

"Harry Potter, Submissive, Nameless, Nott, High Noble." Harry recited, obediently, when the Gheyo looked to him for the necessary information.

She gave a nod of approval, tilting her head towards the newly vacated space on the floor. Okahn had just passed through and now, Aracle, Delani, Theo and Charlie were left as Harry moved forward.

He stepped up to the glowing blue floor circle and waited. It almost felt like the floor was alive with a gentle pulse of magic radiating from within. Harry smiled inwardly as he tugged on his magic now that he was better attuned to it. Theo's explanation on calling out his wings was fairly simple. He was not used to calling them out on demand, simply whenever instinct had come forward, he'd responded in a way that made them extend. This would be the first official time he'd be bringing them out on his own—apart from when he'd first come into his inheritance.

"Breathe in, don't think about it." The young woman advised. The smile on her face was friendly and cheerful. "First season?"

Harry offered what he hoped was a smile. It was hard to think of manners when he really just wanted to stare at everything in slack-jawed amazement. His very life, it seemed, was an exercise in contradictions and unbelievable adventures. He'd moved from depressing, dark and dangerous, to strangely safe, colorful and amazing. "Is it that obvious?" He tried to stand still, feeling the familiar itchy feeling rippling over him—the sensation of having too much power singing beneath his skin. He tried to rein in it, even though the effort gave him a touch of a headache.

He could feel the happy emotions of everyone present and it drowned him over and over again in a cheerful rhythm of sensations. He half-shrugged, feeling the weight of his wings settle and the relief that came with settling into his Halfling form. This sensation was familiar and he knew it to be the incentive he needed to draw his wings out. He could see the smattering of silver and peach colored scales covering the back of his hands as they remained, fingered, but with sharper angles.

An experimental flex produced wicked looking claws from the tips and Harry grinned, unable to help himself. It was painless now, than when he last remembered it. Perhaps he was finally adjusting to everything after all.

"Only to me." She winked. "You're adorable—most Submissives are, anyway." She ignored his blush, quill hovering over her record book. "Just bring your wings out whenever you're ready and we'll be on with it, hm?"

Harry sucked in a breath and blew it out, hard. In the same way as he'd seen Theo do before, his own silvery-peach tinted wings unfurled with a leathery snap and a very satisfying pull. He realized, belatedly, that he hadn't thought anything of his robes, but apparently Theo had thought of that for him as the wings simply passed through the fabric without ripping, tearing or stretching. A complicated charm, Harry was sure. He stood still as the charmed measuring tape bustled around him and slithered between his feet, under his arms and over his wings.

The ticklish feeling made him giggle and twitch, before it snapped across his nose and blew what could have been a raspberry before it skittered off to hover by the young lady.

"And all done!" She smiled, warmly. "You did very well. A copy of your first records are available for purchase once the Hunting Season is over, you may find it at the Central City archives within a week of the last feast."

"Thank you." Harry found himself smiling back at her. He peered up at his wings that hung comfortably over him, almost glowing, it seemed, in the bright morning light.

"They're beautiful." She commented, turning to wave Charlie forward as Theo stepped back. "You'll probably have quite a few offers if you keep them out. Not me though, I'm already spoken for." She winked. "Now then, handsome?" She turned to Charlie as Harry scooted off of the glowing circle on the floor.

"That was fun!" Harry curved one wing forward, stroking it lightly with his fingers. He didn't really want to pull them back in, but he didn't want all the offers that were supposedly to come either. Ilsa's prediction the night before had been troublesome enough, when he'd thought of it and then there was the whole business of Alec, that had set him in a less-than-agreeable mood and realistically speaking, Harry knew he came with quite a bit of baggage. It wouldn't be fair to dump that on a new Bonded.

He would hunt, after all, Bahn had made sure to extract that promise from him, but in the same vein, he wanted to take it slow. He would take his time to know them before diving into entire business of courting and bonding and—Theo's warm chuckle caught his ears.

Harry turned in time to see the expression of pure amusement on Theo's face. "What?"

"Your wings are lovely," his Alpha complimented. "And they are also drawing attention."

A pale pink flush crept up Harry's neck as he realized that there were quite a few appreciative stares coming his way. Without a second thought, his wings folded and receded, melting back into his body before he'd even consciously thought of it. "Right. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about." Charlie grimaced as he folded his own back, but didn't quite recall them. Theo shifted closer and when his hand rested on one tanned arm, Charlie's navy wings shrank and disappeared beneath his rich robes. He gave a half-smile in thanks.

"Now, where to?" Theo looked around, taking in the busy hustle and bustle. They had moved through from outside into the outer circle of a giant stadium. It could be seen in the distance with colored flags sectioning off certain portions of it. Before the stadium, the wide open grounds were roped off into what appeared to be various themed sections with tents and booths set up along the sides and center.

Harry was reminded of the Quidditch World Cup with the massive stadium in the distance. The hype of shrieking children combined with more than a thousand chattering voices and the steady thrum of vibrant magic sparking in the air, was somehow the same and different as he felt Charlie's hand rest on his shoulder.

Taking comfort in the gesture, Harry threw a smile over his shoulder. He'd just take the day as it came and however it came. He would have fun.

CHARACTER SNIPPET : AIDEN (Hellhound) : ARYTHMOOR ESTATE

"She's where?" Aiden paused in his signing, quill poised over the impressive stack of parchment. He frowned at Melacor. "When did she arrive and why was I not told?" He hadn't been able to excuse himself from legalities long enough to fetch a certain human witch.

Now, his aide, the young Melacor stood submissively before the great ornate desk, repeating his news with care. "…and they said that the Immortals were waking, with careful notation of Nikolandria, belonging to the Necromancer, Tavit."

"That bloody-!" Aiden broke off, abruptly. He shoved the chair back from his desk, leaping to his feet and pacing the room with sudden fierceness. He ignored Melacor's barely noticeable flinch. The young hound-child was still exhausted and stressed—a single night of good sleep would not have cured everything. "Are the rooms ready?"

"Yes, Lord Aiden."

"How ready? That's rather…fast. Even for you."

"I saw to it myself, Lord Aiden." Came the immediate reply.

"…that's very well done, then." Aiden inclined his head, pausing in his warpath long enough to scowl fiercely across the room. "I shall have to fetch her." He growled. His eyes flickered a deeper, darker red. "If only to keep Niko off of the streets. How did she—never mind, I know how she did it, what I'd like to know is why—what was she doing at a health clinic of all places?"

"She did not say, milord and I did not instruct them to ask her anything beyond that."

"That is fine. You did well. It would not have been their place to ask anything else. She would only ever answer to another Immortal or that half-mortal master of hers, Tavit." He rubbed his forehead, tugging at the pitch black strands. "I will be busy for the day, Melacor. You may handle everything as I-" he stopped, eying the boy speculatively. "Come here."

"Milord?" The bowed head finally lifted a few inches, tilting to the side to allow those light red eyes to rest on the impressive figure of the Alpha Hellhound.

A slender, grey finger beckoned in silent command.

Melacor straightened and hurried over, bowing once out of respect and then immediately dropping to his knees, hands on his thighs, head bent.

"You are a credit to us all," Aiden murmured. He patted the head of smooth, silky hair. "I think I shall take you for a walk, pup, and perhaps some exercise. Is that agreeable?"

There was a hitch and then Melacor's shoulders quivered ever so slightly as he resumed breathing. "I would be—that is," he cleared his throat. "Woof."

Aiden's smile was fanged and proud.

Melacor shook himself out, all over, blurring from a young boy to a menacing black hound with blood red eyes. He sat obediently at his lord's feet, tail curled around his sturdy paws and ears twitching attentively. He licked the proffered hand when Aiden held it out, and allowed his lord to curl his fingers around the thick, bejeweled collar 'round his neck for immediate transportation.

It'd been ages since he'd been allowed out of the manor. He stretched as best as he could without tugging against his lord's strong grip. A low whine sounded in his throat.

Aiden chuckled, darkly. "Patience, pup." He chided. "Patience. You are not to kill, unless I give you leave."

The hellhound puppy barked in answer.

SNAPE'S QUARTERS : NEVARAH

"Calida?" Terius stuck his head around the bedroom door, searching for their resident Carrier. The young Spanish beauty seemed to have vanished without so much as a hint of where she'd been headed. "Draco?" He tried again and sighed, absently rubbing his stomach.

He'd had a mild fit of temper when his Bonded had managed to wear out his last nerve as he'd been working on the backlog of paperwork that required his approval for the Hunting Season festivities. One of the greatest chores of being an active Councilman was signing his name on documents that required him to actually read them. He'd been cross-eyed, heavy-headed and short-tempered when Draco had finally poured some ridiculous prank potion into his tea, resulting in the bright pink feather-covered arm hanging limply at his side.

Terius sighed again, leaning against the doorjamb. He hadn't really meant to snap at his Submissive, especially not with such sharp words and in full-view of Severus, who had, understandably, become rather upset. They'd argued then and Calida had finally stepped in, complaining that their voices were interrupting one of her necessary naps.

Of course, he'd started in on her, too stressed to really care beyond that.

Severus had then ordered Draco and Calida out of the room, to allow him a chance to 'talk' to Terius.

The weary Pareya gingerly fingered the swollen bite mark on the right side of his neck. They hadn't exactly talked. At least, not in the way that required words. He swallowed and turned away from the empty room, reaching out again through his bonds to find where his Bonded had wandered off to.

It was starting to look as if Severus had taken them out for a walk and granted him the privacy and quiet he'd been ranting about. A faint twinge of guilt settled in his stomach as Terius moved from the sleeping quarters, back to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea. It seemed as if all they'd done since entering Nevarah, was to snap and snark at each other.

He dearly wished that Draco was in a hunting mood, because he didn't know how much longer he could handle playing a role that felt so awkward and foreign to him. He was old enough to understand that they were subconsciously shuffling him into the role of Beta, even though his rank and inherent dragel nature was Pareya.

Calida understood and tried to help, but the stress wasn't good for her or the baby and she was first and foremost, a Carrier. His Pareya instincts demanded that he protect and shelter her in similar fashion to Draco.

Draco. Terius heated a cup of water to steam and waved his hand over the clear liquid, magically preparing his favored tea blend. He would have to apologize to both Severus and Calida, but Draco's apology would have to be even more spectacular. His fierce little Submissive could hold a grudge like no other and had an extraordinary amount of patience when it came to their mismatched little Circle. Draco didn't deserve the harsh scolding for wanting a little more attention and something to amuse himself.

Terius gave a rueful smile at the pink-feathered arm. He hoped the feathers would wear off soon. It still felt quite strange and he had already tried and failed to call his scales out. Of course, he hadn't really been trying his hardest—Pareya instinct would let him call forth an absolute power—but he hadn't felt like using it for something as trivial as a prank.

He did deserve it somewhat, even if it did leave him feeling somewhat vulnerable. The paperwork had piled up in the time he'd spent at Severus's side teaching at Hogwarts and dodging back and forth between realms to smooth out legal things with Draco. He was seriously beginning to think that he would have to fire his secretary after all, because the witch was far too empty-headed and useless to be of any real help.

His previous secretary had taken off for maternity leave and her recommended replacement had taken off to attend to her new bonding—courtesy of a flash-formed Soul-screamed Circle. So he'd had to find a third replacement on his own and so far, she'd been nothing but a headache. The resulting paperwork from the backlog and missed meetings, hearings and council sessions had earned him two formal reprimands, fifteen ridiculous fines and an ordered official appearance.

Terius curled his un-feathered hand around the delicate china cup and made his way from the kitchen to the sitting room where the muggleborn witch, Hermione Granger, lay. He seated himself on the sofa across the room from her and lifted the cup to his lips, inhaling the fragrant jasmine-green-tea blend.

Taking a long, slow draw, he swallowed the burning mouthful and made a pleased sound in the back of his throat. He missed the times like this, when things were quiet and his Bonded were not clamoring around him for something or the other. He knew Draco needed more attention—namely, more fussing. He knew Severus needed a sounding board—and less experimental potions. He knew Calida needed a familiar face—to at least speak with him, as she was entirely new to Severus and Draco.

He knew it all, but couldn't bring himself to step up and fill shoes that felt far too big.

Stress. The word echoed in his mind and Terius drained the cup in another three gulps. He tugged on his magic to refill it when he waved the feathered hand over the empty cup. A moment later, he simply held the steaming cup in his hands and stared at Hermione's pale, well-blanketed form.

They hadn't had much excitement after Harry and his Bonded had left. Whatever strangeness had happened when they were there, had vanished when they had left. A lingering feeling of unease remained, and Terius had tucked it away for later thought, but of course, he'd been too busy to pay attention to any of it.

Now, as he sat there thinking, a faint flicker of shadow caught his eye. He shifted on the sofa, lifting the cup to his lips once more. When he looked again, there was nothing there. Self-consciously, he drew his wings out, rising from the sofa and deliberately not looking behind him as his Pareyic instincts began to emerge.

Something was not right here and he could feel it in the same way that he could breathe.

He didn't dare react.

A/N: Apologies for the long delay, my wonderful readers. I had most of this chapter all written, but RL happened. Welcome to the new readers and lurkers. I appreciate your support of this fic. There's a lot of fun stuff coming up. I hope you enjoyed the Kalzik family snippet as we're going to see a bit more of them as Harry starts to befriend Quinn outside of the clinic/healer/patient setting. Also, we're going to see some more of Aiden and Hermione and the others, as things come together.

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