Hi There!

 

Flavel has been too busy to write lately so I thought I'd update his journal what with his prediliction for history and all.  Don't much see the sense in it, I mean, if you can't change the past then why bother transcribing every little detail.  Whatever.  Its a small enough service for getting a free ride out of this.  Otherwise I'd have evaporated long ago back into the greater dream in a grander beings consciousness.  Course that goes for everyone else too but-

 

Excuse me?

 

Who?  Who am I you ask? 

 

Well I was getting to that!  Gosh, who else could it be?  I'm the fancy decal that Flavel wears.

 

No not the Glyph.  All that does is sit and spin.  I'm the pretty one.  You know.  The dragon curled up in sleep.  Which is my favorite pastime when I'm not out grabbing a hot apple pie.  But I'm not here to talk about me.  This journal is about Flavel and what he's been doing.  I have to say he's kept pretty busy.  No worries about boredom for that boy. 

 

Yeah, yeah.  Lord of Creation too I suppose.  He's not half bad for a human.  Lots of reality around him I'll grant him that. 

 

Anyways, lets talk about what all's been happening.

 

Flavel was running around like a chicken with his head cut off over security issues with Julia.  At least he has sense enough to know when he's not making headway.  So he contacted his mother and asked her advice.  Never knew a mother who didn't jump at the chance to provide input and this red-head was no different.  Turns out she knew somebody in the family who knew somebody who could get him an interview with Uriel who knew all about psychic defenses. That's right, the big U.  I gotta hand it to Flavel, he knows people who know the movers and shakers.

 

Getting ahold of Uriel isn't the easiest thing in the world as he's not exactly close to the Barimen family.  Flavel had to talk to Benedict who summoned Brinna who then was able to get a hold of Uriel.  Lots of shuffling of trump.  Why oh why do they have to use little representations to go anywhere is beyond me when you can just hitchhike dreams to speed your way.  Oh yeah, I've been helping him out on that score when Flavel sleeps.  Just little things.  Handing him the tools he needs to be a proper dreamer.  Maybe one day he'll have proper dragon dreams like all the other higher beings.  

 

So Flavel spilled everything to Uriel who didn't even bat and eye.  Told Flavel to Keep an eye on the people around his family and use basic defenses for now.  Between Cassandra and Uriel its going to be difficult for anything to waltz in and kabitz Julia.  Cassandra, now there's a proper dreamer! 

 

More events swept up our hero.  Flavel's father, Count Anthony, had asked him to cruise on over to the lands of Chaos to settle a dispute between Houses Sawall and Minobee.  Apparently, this Minobee chick named Ryoden had flown the coop leaving Andrew Sawall holding the bag.  Royalty are funny about mating games.  Not like us dragons who have better sense in these matters.  So Ryoden had disappeared which left the marriage unsupported.  As a contractual affair this made House Sawall the wounded party and they had some grievances they wished addressed to House Minobee.  I think Anthony got the duty from Duke Griswald Sawall but he subcontracted the job to Flavel.  Probably figured Flavel needed the experience.  On that score the unfolding events have proven him correct.

 

As a Viscount, Flavel is pretty low on the totem pole on that end of reality but he must have something going for him.  Just walking down the Grand Avenue he casually chanced to meet Prince Arian Swayvil and Duke Richard Hendrake.  Yeah right, and the next time I'm buzzing down Picadilly Circus I'll bump into the Prime Minister and Prince of Wales.  I think Flavel picked up on the incongruity of the situation too.  Maybe they just wanted to say hi to the new kid on the block.  More likely they were curious as to what brings an Amber princling to walk down main street.  In the Courts of Chaos Flavel has enough pattern around him to make him look like a commando in a convent.  Bound to attract attention.

 

Can't say the initial meeting went well with the Minobees.  For starters, as much as Flavel knows about Amber protocols, he didn't understand squat when it came to Chaos forms; which appear to be a bit more elaborate and stylized.  I could tell he wasn't well received given he didn't get past the minor functionairies. Oh he was friendly enough but got irritated by the red tape which in turn was perceived as him being arrogant.  I believe it was also a huge mistake not to specify a proxy.  Of course, specifying a proxy without first informing a person that they will be a proxy could be an even bigger mistake.  So no proxy but himself.  No...don't look at me.  I don't play chaos politics.  I'm just paid to look good.

Regardless of the floundering he did manage to get a meeting scheduled.

 

So with the initial meeting at an end he trumped us back to Shadoania where we got to meet another relative up close.  This time the lady's name was kathy.  On a physical level the gal looked very, very dangerous.  She was stiff in her meeting with Flavel.  Kept asking for orders and being extremely formal.  Kind of the way Flavel used to be only with a military bearing thrown in for good measure.  About as much fun as trying to make conversation with a police officer while getting written up for a ticket.  Still, Kathy was nothing if not professional.

 

So after another boring, dreary day of no fun and work, work, work Flavel finally called it a night.  Which is were the fun really began...mostly anyways.  Now normally I dream my dreams and Flavel has his but his dreams have gotten stronger each day.  He had two dreams as I recall.  The first pushed him way off younder into places best not ventured.  Something about this gal named Ariel.  Whatever he found there left him grim.  You'd think he'd have enough of this chasing down dark alleyways in search of clues by the time he needed sleep.

 

The second dream was much more fun.  Was one of those surrounding dreams in the betweens where your mixing with things that might be.  Thank heavens he's an optimist at heart.  Had a great time chatting with his son while I had a chance to pick up an apple pie that some pixies didn't have any need of.  Now thats what I call dreaming!

 

It was a good thing he had a pleasant dream that night as the next day certainly was a bust.

 

Somebody poisoned the water supply and most of the soldiers passed out while a whole army of not so nice people were brought in to do the basic rape, pillage, burn maneuver.  Fortunately Flavel's friends were able to get everyone back on their feet while Flavel did some playing on his flute.  That melody sure was pretty!  Why he waited to play it right before a major land battle I'll never know.  Not that I'm complaining.  I love hearing his music.  But you'd think he would play it during parties.  Human affairs continue to mystify me.

 

As battles go it was much the same as any battle.  Lots of blood, screaming, and shouting of orders.  Not very pleasant if you ask me.  Flavel wasn't very experienced in these things and got himself into a difficult situation at one point.  I'm sure it was important to him to pick off one fellow that was making him mad but he really did expose himself to way too many arrows.  He'd still be there looking like a pincushion if I hadn't sprouted wings and yanked him off the wall.  And to think he thought it was his sword who helped him out of that jam!  No appreciation I tell ya.  Oh all right, to tell the truth I was more then half asleep at the time, but at least I listened to his sword when it was screaming duck!  If Flavel had just let his sword do its job he would have been okay but no, he just stood their open mouthed at the incoming arrows.  Like I said, I got him out of there but yeah, it was a group effort.  He really needs to take better care of himself.

 

The rest of the battle was hack and slash.  Fortunately none of the wounds Flavel took did any injury to me.

 

So now with the aftermath of the battle he's back to harping on the spy thing.  He should learn to delegate some of this stuff.  As it is he's completely forgotten about his meeting with the Minobees.  He's cute, but no sense of priorities. 

 

Yawn!  Enough of this chit chat.  I need my beauty sleep.