Sorry it's been a while, I just got interested in reading a whole bunch of books, shocking, I know. Anyway, this is kind of a filler, I know, horrible, a filler and not even five chapters in. If people would nag at me or something, I might be more inspired. So read, and I own it all, muahahahahahahaha... yea sorry.

Ch 3

The third moon, also known as the sun moon, was up. It was known as such, because it could only be seen when the sun's light was reflecting onto it directly. It was the beginning of Aerari.

Beautiful flowers were all over the earth. Underneath the waters, nymphs were reawakening. Everyone seemed to be just a little happier.

It had been almost a month since Claaera and Therith had visited the Dragon, Feravan. She had not really forgotten about the dagger, it just seemed like part of her daily routine now. She still visited Evisel on an almost daily basis. She didn't visit the dragon though, because Therith said he had just disappeared from the caves.

Today was a day she dreaded though. Today was the start of a very long week. The human magicians and herbalist and gypsies would be coming into Vonaruil. And with them, came their leader, the 'magical jester' as he liked to call himself. And following all of them would be the fairies, the pixies, the nymphs, and other magical beings. And, seeing as the maraavin always hosted the jester, and she lived with the maraavin; she would be living with a human for a whole week. She did not like this appalling week. She grabbed her latest story book, and tried to head out of the dwelling before the maraavin could see her. But luck was not with her.

"Claaera, don't pretend you forgot what today is. Today we have to prepare even better than years before. I know you probably do not remember him, but master Roderick's master is coming this time. He is very old for a human, almost a hundred and twenty years of age, and he has not been here for twenty years. I have a great respect for master Thain, and wish to welcome him with great respect." Master Roderick was the name of the jester. "We need to clean this place up, and prepare two rooms for our guests. Seeing as your magic is rather good, I will leave the bedrooms to you." And with that, the maraavin walked off to get help with readying the place.

Claaera sighed. Sometimes she wished she had been a horrible child, just to be left alone at times like this. The two main guest rooms were the only ones that would be expectable, and they were only across the main foyer from hers. Seeing that she disliked the jester more than a man she had never met, or at least didn't remember, she put him in the room furthest to the right in the hall. She would rather have the old man closer to her than a loud mouthed fool. She decorated each room to how she thought it would fit the individuals.

First was the jester. She pushed the bed to the far corner for more room in the center. She walked to the cloth closet. She pulled out three very large sheets of white, a large white comforter with pillows, and three large cushions. She carried them all into the jester's room. She made the bed with the blanket and pillows she brought in. Then in the center of the room she stacked the cushions, grabbed the three sheets, and climbed on top of the cushions. She grabbed one end of each sheet and pulled them up to the ceiling above her. She then staked the sheets to the ceiling. After that she staked each of the sheets to a different third of the room. She then jumped from the cushions and moved them from where they were to lying next to each other in front of the bed. Next came the best part for her.

"Thro'rythus" Shewhispered as she placed her hand on the soft comforter, which turned it the color of jade. Next she placed her had on the center pillow and whispered, "Kyesszara" which turned it ruby red. She placed her hands on the other two pillows and whispered "Cyonalel" which changed their color to a hard onyx. She reached up and brushed her fingers along on of the sheets, saying "Py'lyhel" changing it to a deep sapphire. With the other two she said "Maiiatsha. Sumnisyth" Meaning fire orange, and the purple of dawn. She reached down placing her fingers on the wooden floor, and said "Fivanna" which showed different splashes of the colors before disappear and appear on the floor. She also used this on the walls. Before leaving the room permanently, she whispered one thing to the whole room, "Gilmahslirr". This made all the colors shine, and would also keep the jester from trying to use to much magic on anything that wasn't completely safe.

Next she had to decorate the old man's room. Seeing as she didn't know much about him, she had to invade the monasteries' library to research. Claaera, being the smart elf she is, elected to go further into the back, and not to what she liked to call the 'child's section' most other elves loved. In the back of the room, she found a row of books that were entitled, 'Naynyth, Records of the Ancient Coming of the Jester', then listed ten years. There were twenty-three volumes. The last one having, 11-20 Aerlath Era. This year would be the third year in the volume. 971-0 Ahethque/ Aerlath Era, was the one she would need. The transition between the era of the forgotten into the era of law must mean he would have been quiet different from the jester. She might even have to look further into the Ahethque era volumes to really know about him.

After reading for about an hour she still didn't know much about The lore master Thain, but what she did, intrigued her. She went into his room and started to get to work.

She grabbed another comforter and pillows, a large rug, and dropped them into his room. She organized the bed like the jesters, and put the rug in the center of the room. She brought in seven cushions, making them a circle around the rug, with two of the cushions stacked at the head of the circle. She pulled into the room a book case, and pushed it to one side of the room. She filled the shelf with tales of mysterious beasts, and folklore from the elves, and the strange history of the fae. "Ansratril" she whispered into his room, which was the oldest used form of the word rune. Her knowledge of the word left her to believe that it would help make wondrous things happen in the room.

By the time she was done the sun was disappearing, and the sun moon was also becoming just a shadow in the sky. She was quiet excited now, for the troupe arrived right after the sun fell from the sky. Claaera and the maraavin went to greet the two leaders. As was custom, the maraavin was to show the official jester to his room, while this year Claaera would show Master Thain to his room. As was also custom, both elves bowed to the men and greeted them with the respect they should to the village's elders. And then the elves with their charges presented them to their rooms.

"Master Thain, lore master, please except this room as yours while you stay with us." Claaera said as she again bowed to the lore master.

"Claaera Ruae-Taonna, it is good to see you young one. I remember the last year I was here, you sat upon my bed each night, and would not leave until I told you a story of ancient magic. You have grown." The man whispered as he grabbed her hand in warm greeting.

"I did!?" Claaera said shocked. Anyone who did that was disturbing his piece and should have been beaten, but she would remember if she had ever been beaten so many times in a row.

"You did, and it made me happy to know someone was interested in the times of old. And that is why I came back. You have a story yourself to form. I do hope you still have the dragon's dagger." He raised his head to meet her eyes. His eyes made her feel as if she were looking into the secrets of something bigger than she could imagine. The very rims were black, and they turned a curious moon-like color. They were glazed over which made her think he was daydreaming about something. And then she realized why they were so familiar. She asked a question that she didn't think she would really ask anyone.

"You're blind, aren't you?"