The Ard Rhighan and the Regent prepared to move forth from the Griannan.....with one lilting word in the pure elvyn speech, her summons rang forth :
"Esiai'desh'mirain"
Wherever the Knights of the Emerald Shield might be in the lands and worlds......they could nae fail to hear as it made their token shields reverberate and glow.
And a pause for breath..a nod of satisfaction and another phrase was uttered like a cantrip:
"Evrantilen Esiai'desh'mirain...Tashen Faladar !"
The Knights Ramoshi hear the command rarely given and the red runes of their surcoats waken from quiessence.....molten silver eyes bleed to rubies and the runes reply.
Edain Siveni VryceGriffinsbane Godslayer
Ard Rhighan of the Empire of Crystal Dragondom
Talirisia clings to the great, smug beast below her, her legs wrapped tightly against the blue hide, and grits her teeth at the smug accountings of the conquered wench Janqua bound and mated.
Eyes of killing violet roll towards the skies, now hidden, now revealed by the mass of starless night black hair that tosses in the wind of the great dragon's flight.
The Word reaches the warrior with haste; at Janqua's side, where shield and blade are strapped, a pulsing, flared green seconds the beckoning.
Over her shoulder, where Reptile flies upon his own mount, she raises her right hand in a signal that is hald salute, an understanding of duty. And with a warrior's cry, she fists her hands in the cloth reins that keep the half-elf secure during Janqua's more dangerous maneuvers and urges the great beast onward to the Emerald Palace.
Talirisia Sefan
Emerald Shield
The Emerald Shield began to pulsate. He wasn't nearby but he was slowly discovering that that was starting to matter less and less; though he was nothing like his grandfather, who could recite all the major events of your life just by bumping into you. Travel was out of the question, by the time he arrived what ever caused the signal would have long passed. Instead he sat back in a large comfortable chair, breathing out a deep breath he closed his eyes doing what the Emerald Shield does best.
The land passed in an ephemeral blur of all different colors and places, thoughts bent at first on the shield that is where the took him. Talirisia and Malcolm winging their way towards the Emerald Palace. It had been a long time since they'd all been together, unfortunately it would have to wait a little longer. A gust of wind toussled the violet-eyed woman's hair, one with fingers the backs of which trailed ever so lightly across one of her cheeks with the barest of contact, prickling the senses. With that the presence moved on, not particularly palpable but more of a spectral reminiscence.
He blurred across the country side once more, invisible to the inhabitants of Folcuth and nearly all others. The Emerald Palace came into view. Guided by his memories its layout and his newly hightened sense of forethought - not that he was aware of the latter - he sought out the Ard Rhighan. His presence was hardly felt, like a ghost who was interested only in its own business. The apparition took form upon arriving at his sister's location. Shanadar appeared, ghostly and insubstantial.
"Dearest sister, it has been far too long." His words echoed softly within Edain's mind. Unspoken, though communicated through the words, she would understand that he appeared to none but her. Shanadar looked different than one might have remembered, his ears were slightly less pointed, and when he spoke his canines were noticebly larger though not approaching fang status. He was also sporting a large pair of feathered wings that were most definately absent during his last visit. "Much has changed." His Silver-shot grey eyes took in the surroundings a hint of mischief tugging at the corners of the half-grin that slid onto his lips.
Shanadar Siveni
Emerald Shield
The blue Stormdragon lands just outside of the boundaries of Erestai, followed by Reptile and his larger beast. With a lithe twist, the warrior lands upon nimble feet and shrugs the now sweltering furs from her body. Her hair is wind-tangled, her cheeks are red with the wind's touch. But her clothes are at least clean, and her eyes shine with a glow that has little to do with anything outward.
*I sense Koriel near,* came Janqua's thought. He sounded tired, even to her. *I will look. Find yourself a warm bed and a man to share it with.*
The words Talirisia returned were not meant to be spoken aloud, and the blue's laughter followed his disgruntled mistress as she turned on her heel smartly and headed for the gate. To Reptile, she calls over her shoulder, "Think you we have time to clean up?"
After a second's time, the amethyst-eyed woman laughed and shook her thick mane of black hair from her face. "No," she decided for herself. "Edain-- Or rather, the Ard Rhigan, et cetera and so forth, probably wants us there right away. Better to err on the side of caution, right?"
Surely.
Those who know the beauty know that she does as she will, Queens and Kings or no, and if she would show up in the High Queen's greeting chambers as such, she is certain to make at least a stir. Looking more like an amazon of legendary stories than a Queen's warrior of the Emerald Shield, Talirisia strode forth into the Castle, her soft boots making no sound, one hand resting upon the hilt of the thin blade at her side in casual repose.
Outside, Janqua silently made wagers with Koriel, who had bugled his greeting across the lands, on the varied responses of the crowd.
Talirisia Sefan
Emerald Shield