A/N: Now, I am back :D I will try my best to upload at least a chapter a week over the summer, though I don't know what the exact schedule will be or how it might change when I go back to college. Again, please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, O/C and pot requests, etc; I promise I will read and consider them all. Thanks for reading and good luck living life... ish...
...Oookaayyyy... Way to ditch me to deal with the fresh meat, thought Lux, rolling her eyes at Garen's back. With a mental sigh, she turned back to face the two strangers. "So, a Dragonborn and a Serigala, huh. I don't think there's been a Dragonborn in the last few centuries so I got a bit excited when I met you; I'm sorry I was so forward," she said, putting on her best apologetic smile.
"It's fine. It was the first time anyone's ever been so up front with me; most people just run or try to poison my drink so you're golden," Shyvana grinned. "I can't say I'm comfortable with you grabbing my horns though, so please don't do that again."
"Pfff, you're lucky you get off with a warning," Eniah laughed. "Dragons take grasping the horns to be a challenge for a duel."
"...I'll keep that in mind," said Lux.
"Don't worry, Eniah did it on purpose to annoy me after I told him so I burned him bald. I wouldn't do that to you," Shyvana winked.
"Yeah, took me the better part of a year to grow it back," he said, holding up his silver braid.
Lux couldn't help but smile. "Alright, while I do enjoy this conversation and would love to hear about your adventures, let me show you to some empty rooms you can use. They won't be too grand, but you'll get a bed and some food brought to your rooms." After walking a while, she stopped and looked intently at Shyvana. "Umm, do you have any dietary restrictions?"
Shyvana snorted, a wisp of smoke escaping her nose. "I can see why you'd think so, but I'm also half human. It seems I've inherited the ability to digest plant matter from my mother. It's saved me many hungry nights on hunts," she added proudly.
"Actually, I have one," Eniah said. Lux turned to him in surprise. "I can't eat shellfish. I've lived near the Shurima for most of my life so I only found I couldn't stomach them when Jarvan fed me some off the coast of Bandle City. Fish, I don't mind, but please leave out the shellfish."
"Noted."
The three turned a few corners and climbed a few floors as Lux pointed out the servants' wing, cafeteria, and men and women's baths while her guests tried their best to memorize the various locations. They stopped at the first door on the right wing of the third floor.
"Well, Eniah, here we are. This is your room. You will find that there is a bed, desk, and lamp as well as a bathroom and a small shower for your needs. The first meal will be brought to you but please find your way to the mess hall and eat with the others when you are rested. If you prefer to bathe in an open bath, you know where the men's bathhouse is. And of course, the same applies to you, Shyv...ana," she added hurriedly.
"Feel free to call me Shyv," she said, loosing another trail of smoke.
"Ok then, call me Lux please; Luxanna sounds so stuffy." She wrinkled her nose then immediately brightened. "I'll leave you to get settled and show Shyv her room then. I don't think anyone will ask for you today so just relax." Voices fading, Eniah heard her ask, "By the way, do you always smoke when you lau..."
Eniah entered his room and chuckled to himself. That Lux is an interesting one. Quite a bit different from the prim and proper image I had in mind. She bears a watching out for... He gave his room a once over, a check for traps, potential weak points, and escape routes that was second nature to him by this time. He noticed the large window that could easily allow three or four men to jump in or out shoulder-to-shoulder and the view of the great white city. A closet of white lacquered wood lay to its left and a pearl coat wrack was bolted by the door. The bathroom was located at one end of the room and the bed at the other. Next to the bed, Eniah found a small stand with Heimerdinger's signature glow-crystal and mini-shelf for bedtime reading. The pearl wallpaper outlined by the blue and gold of Demacia's standard along with a small fireplace in the far corner gave the room an elegant ambiance. This is what she considers "won't be too grand?" Rich women are scary... He opened one of the closet doors and found that someone had stocked the closet with clothes his size. Clearly, he was to dress like the honored guest of a prince. Unclasping his two kris, he leaned them against the stand by his bed and moved to take a shower. A simple dinner of bread, asparagus, and a small roast was waiting for him on the nightstand when he came out and he ate gratefully. For the first time in over two years, Eniah slept without a hand on the hilt.
"Umm... are you sure this is ok, Shyv?" Lux asked, standing by Eniah's bed.
"Absolutely. After all, it's almost noon and Jarvan should be wondering why his favorite wolf didn't see him for breakfast. Besides, this is a bit of a contest between us," she grinned, baring several abnormally large fangs. As Lux held Eniah's blanket, she swiftly tied a match to his braid and conjured a small flame on her right hand without the slightest incantation. But as she moved to light the match, her target vanished, only to reappear behind Shyvana with one of his kris to her throat.
"Nice try, Shyv. How many times have you failed now?"
"Hmm you were awake? That's too bad," she said, nonchalantly, before slapping his kris away and twisting his other arm behind his back. "Don't get cocky, wolf, Lux blew it this time," she growled.
Turning to the bewildered blonde, Eniah said, "Please stop hanging out with Shyv, Lux. You'll only learn bad things from the fucking lizard." He immediately grunted as Shyvana twisted his arm higher. With a sickening pop, he vanished again and appeared before them, popping his arm back into place. The two stared at each other for a moment then cracked a smile. Dusting himself, he helped Shyvana up. "This is normal, believe it or not. Sorry we're not quite up to your palace customs."
"N-not at all, it was interesting," Lux manged to stammer. Holy fuck! This is normal to them? As in they normally light each other on fire, pull blades, and dislocate their own arms? She sighed mentally again.
"By the way, Lux, why are you two here?"
"Because Jarvan asked me to wake you and Shyv decided to help."
"Don't you have maids and butlers for this?"
"Perks of being the prince's honored guest," she shrugged. "Be grateful a noble Crownguard has decided to spend her day with one such as yourself," she said in faux accent.
He laughed and grabbed his coat. "And what's on the schedule today, oh beautiful lady?"
"I'll be showing you the rest of the palace, including the sparring grounds, armory, and stables. Then I'll take you around some of the districts in Demacia via warp crystal. I'll explain how they are networked later. For now, let's go get you your breakfast, Mr. Desolate Wolf. How'd you end up with a name like that anyway?"
A/N: I like to end chapters in strange/awkward places exactly because it leaves weird cliffhangers. I'm currently trying to write something with good characterization and plot so I hope this isn't moving too slowly for you all. The League will definitely play a role soon and there will be blood. As of now, I know the story doesn't warrant a mature label. It will live up to that record in a few chapters.
