Balance

Pegging Alignment Pt 2

23rd of Reaping ONT, the Illustrious Gardens of the Sun Priestess, Highport, Elven Court, 3:54pm

Erindale met the steely stare of the Knight of Quenya and slowly inhaled a deep breath, stiffening his back as if summoning some inner power or strength before rearranging the laws of the universe to have significantly less Thalion in them.

“Are these words true Sir Thalion Alfrin of Lyithalus Vineyard? Do you speak to me with the strength and certainty of moral superiority? Or are these just the words of a coward who fears being caught and so wets himself before slinking away into the night?” Thalion shook with anger but knew better then to threaten or strike a mage.

“I assure you Arch Magus, I am no coward, and my word speaks only truth” he said invoking the ancient creed of Calaquendi. The Arch Magus nodded once, simply and complete.

“Good.” He said

“Good?” that was not what Thalion had expected, he cocked his head to the side, but already the Arch magus was stepping into the clearing, in nine quick steps he was at the now vacated mating grounds and stooping to examine stool left nearby, Thalion hurried to catch up

“… someone has been feeding the Pegasus middlemist buds… perhaps it was not our good unicorns fault after all…” the mage mused as he rubbed the stole between his fingers

“What do you mean good?” Thalion asked, Erindale looked up from his crouched position, wiping his hands together and magically cleaning them as he stood

“I mean good; you passed the test… we can now work together in earnest” he said leaning to the left and right to gauge which direction the Pegasus might have trotted off in

“the test? It was a test?” Thalion asked, still confused but quickly growing annoyed

“Of course it was a test… I have to say, you had me worried their for awhile… Killing the Speaker of the Sun… Ha, like I would ask a Knight of Reeve to do such a task…. Your friends appear a little blood thirsty, but morality is an elven gift, so as long as you keep the gripplie in check I can hardly place to deep a blame, all creatures must act within their nature, no matter how violent or depraved we believe it to be” the Arch Magus took off down the left most path, ushering the Knight of Quenya to follow.

“So you are not going to kill the Speaker of the Sun?” Thalion confirmed following after the wizard, who made it maybe two dozen paces before stopping at a purplish bush

“The only one who is going to die is the Steward of this Park for planting a red middlemist bush in a unicorn mating circle” the Arch Magus said with a menace in his voice. He examined the bush for a few long moments before turning back to Thalion, his dark expression turning to a jovial smile in an instant “but no, of course we are not going to slay the foundation of elvish culture just because it annoys us. You are a good man Thalion Alfrin, a little slow, but good none the less. If we want to save our people in earnest we have much to do, and I feel we can work well together… head back to your ship, good things are coming your way, and once they have we will have much to discuss”

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