Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Dragons Fun
Beau wanted to die as dragons sat in the dragon ballroom. Adjacent to the grand ballroom where many of the human noble guests are. Some dragons even leave this rabble to join them as it is where the human entertainers are. The dragon entertainers here are more talking and eating than entertaining. At least to break the odd occasional silence there is an orchestra playing.
Beau sighs as Evelyn paints Beau's claws. Using her mag ability she precisely paints them scarlet red. "You look absolutely handsome now savage. An unfortunate creature such as yourself benefits from powders and lipstick. It's just too bad I cannot do anything about your massive head…." Evelyn chirped so cheerily that it made Beau feel nauseous. He is sick of hearing it as it high pitched. "Handsome," She said, he knows he looks like a clown. Aaron has Iolene show him an illustration from a book. He admitted it was true… Beau despised it… After this, he will never wear such sticky and itchy things again.
After all this time of personal humiliation Beau heard nothing to help Iolenes cause… All they speak about is boring trivial matters. A dragon named Twinkle is expecting eggs with a mysterious mate. Having a guessing game as to who it would be. Flowers another dragon is thought to be wearing fake jewellery. Another talking about how their human's business is failing and made deals with King Gauthier, to keep his business afloat. Subjects he did not understand or cared about.
He hoped to find dragons here to be driven and powerful. Only finding them vain and annoying. Beau seeing how dragons here do not have independence made him melancholy. The dragons here rely on humans for everything. If these dragons get into a situation in the wild they will be dead in a few days…
Becoming "Friends" with them in a loose term. Evelyn is so insufferable he will be happy to be away from her… But he is her project. He only wanted to help Iolene as a friend, having no other choice at the moment. Wishing every moment of time to return home… But it is too dangerous. But every time he strikes up a conversation she changes the subject quickly. Even Gauthier's dragon Chanson doesn't speak of the king. Beau looks around realising he has not seen Chanson all day and evening.
Beau assumes that he is in the grand ballroom. Where interesting events are happening. He would rather be with the humans and he never thought he would think that.
Beau rolled his eyes as he watched Iymp having a more blissful time. He is the one having a good time. Flirting with all the red dragon females. Duryss is even having fun as he roars making the palace shake. Getting into fights with the green and brown dragons. Beau watches with Jealously as the green dragons fight and play. It was not vicious as Duryss happily received them. He has known these dragons for years as some lived in the same Demir castle stables.
Duryss even has friends… Beau wishes Myshka is with him. She was Beaus' friend, he thought of her often. Fun, sweet and playful he hoped she is okay. The world is dangerous and the last time he saw her was in Inclementia…
"Dance with me project!" Evelyn happy roars and laughs. Beau first declined the invitation her mood shifted into immediate anger as her bonemark glows. The sound waves shape on her head begins to emit pulses of power. Everyone stares and looks at the two of them.
"Did he really say no?" A dragon jokes.
"Oh, he is in trouble!" Another said.
"Evelyn got rejected by a savage!" A much older dragon laughs.
Evelyn shrieks with anger, giving herself more embarrassment. Her human maids who are standing by next to the guards rush to her aid. Beau has no choice but to tell her to stop shrieking and accepts her to dance.
The dragon ballroom is massive as the two are the only solo dancers. Circling each other Evelyn taps her four feet on the ground. Beau stumbles as he tries to mimic her movement. He had no idea that dragons can dance so elegantly.
"Oh project you are so terrible at this!" Evelyn laughs. As she uses her tail to whip Beaus' rump as all the dragons laugh at him.
Beau having had enough stops dancing and walks away. Evelyn shrieked again as her human maids come to wave a fan in her face. Cooling her down and straightening the large tiara on her head. Her long navy cape almost gets unclasped as the human tries to fix the royal dragon's appearance.
Iymp begrudgingly excuses himself away as Beau walks out alone. Walking through the endless maze of massive hallways. Finally finding the outside and clear night sky. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he is happy not smelling the pungent perfumes. The dragons didn't even smell natural…
"She is no dragon… Only a human in dragon clothing…" Beau says sadly. As Iymp stood next to him as he raced after the gold dragon. Iymp not risking to leave Beau alone…
"Beau, give that a rest. Just be relieved you are not arrested and imprisoned, for causing a scene with the Queen's dragon." Iymp says annoyed. As he makes sure his large feather hat is still on his head. Iymp was feeling lucky with the beautiful red dragon from the red Empire. Finally finding out her name. Magnolia, oh Magnolia… Magnolia… Magnolia… I shall steal your heart like I do everything else…
Beau moves forward as the two dragons walk around the palace grounds. Looking through the window of the grand ballroom. The humans were all dancing and chatting. Beau sneaks up and sees Iolene dancing with an unknown human male. Wearing a beautiful green outfit with a red cape.
"Human dances are strange…" Beau jokes. "Look at them spin…" But he couldn't help but love seeing the bright colours of the human outfits. All dancing in unison is rather satisfying to watch until someone tripped over causing another couple to fall down.
Iymp laughs at them as he and Beau continue on to do a circle around the palace. It is a lovely place as Beau points with his tail to massive hedges in the distance. A white pebble path leads up to it.
"A hedge maze looks like fun!" Iymp jests. Beau gives him a face that he obviously didn't know what a maze is. Iymp quickly gave him a quick explanation. Making Beau confused as to how making yourself lost fun.
"Did you hear that?" Beau asks Iymp. A strange feeling washed over him. A power inkling can be felt in his mind. He never felt such a feeling before. It was a quiet bang, muffled by the noises of music, chatting, and clapping of the ballrooms.
"Hear what?" Iymp replies. "But I did feel a rush of strange energy. But that's normal it can sometimes happen. It just means your becoming aware of the natural draconium influence around you. How gold dragon of you…"
"Come on!" Beau races forward with Iymp quickly catching up. Running around the rectangle of a palace. The dragons see couples strolling around the gardens. The gazebos are all busy as lovers have their private dances.
The night is dark as Beau and Iymp stray away from the white pebble path. They are in a hidden corner of the palace. Iymp has his long ears upright as he ups his guard. Something does not feel right.
Beau focuses on his strange feeling. It started to feel more powerful as Beau could not figure out what it is. He looks up as he sees the balconies of the rooms above. Not a clear view… As Beau continued to look up. What happened up there? Beau hears and feels a crunch. Glass? Wood? Beau curiously examines the area. The perfect grass is crushed as glass and wood are scattered around a small area.
"A human fell here…" Beau concludes.
"Rough…" Iymp says. "Where is the body? No way a human can survive a fall like that." Iymp looks up and only sees balconies above. Shushing Beau he listens to see if he can hear anything. A shuffle of bushes is heard as Iymp faces the hedges. Sniffing a unique smell as footsteps can be heard fleeing the scene.
A cold breeze is felt as the moon is covered by clouds. Thunder is heard as lighting begins to light up the sky. Iymp losing the sound of footsteps.
"The feeling is gone now…" Beau admits. A weight of anxiety and power left his body. The curiosity is gone… He admitted disappointment. His night has been painfully dull. He would rather have a good fight than be painted by a dragon obsessed with looks.
"Best be on our guard," Iymp says, for the air felt different. For unlike Beau his feeling did not go away. Something is wrong… Very wrong…