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~ CHAPTER 20 ~

<< The Two Sides of the Coin >>

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Place: City of Arceliaze, Approaching North Illaminian District

 

Region: Central Arceali Valley

 

Day: Pieyrshve

 

Date: Zshima 55th

 

Year: 5th Turn, 12

 

Like a bolt of lightning, yet still as graceful as we could manage, we were off. Our steps trotted more freely out of the New District- the rush of chilling air was relieving, after the oppressive heat of Yurushae’s den. Before we knew it, the conversation between Siranae and I had flown us from the Market District to the familiar sound of the Illaminian District. Its light and music greeted us like a warm embrace. Even the raucous sounds of the Illaminian District could not dampen the light within me.

 

“Dear Siranae,” I said through huffing breaths, “you wished to take more requests for the day, did you not~?”

 

“In truth, yes!” Siranae replied. “Though Yurushae was more intense than I anticipated…I can say the entire experience has left me energized. I’d love to do a little good around the District, if we may? Why, I think last I checked the board outside out home it had mentioned a little care for someone’s sick relative…babysitting…Arcean tutoring, though I suppose neither you nor I are well-versed enough in Illaminian to be an effective teacher. Oh! That’s right, Bulkio at the Fire Grill had personally asked if we’d be interested in doing guard duty again!”

 

“More guard duty…” I tilted my eyes up, sorting the benefits and difficulties in my mind. “…on any other day, I might have been too tired for such standing and vigilance. But I admit, I feel new vigor after our little escapade with the tailor. I would be glad to share the task with you~”

 

I cooed out every word, tails swaying in the air behind me. Why had my mood shifted so suddenly? I suppose, being free of the fashionista and securing our gowns was reason enough.

 

“Ah, and for dinner… is there something that you crave? I would be glad to find a cozy nook and dine with you, if time permits.”

 

Siranae hummed lightly to herself with a smile.

 

“I admit, I’m growing yet more accustomed to the Illaminian life…” Siranae said politely. “The noise, clamor and large crowds have become more palatable…especially after…”

 

She lightly tapped the earmuffs over her ears that she’d slipped on quickly before entering the district.

 

“So I suppose it would depend if you’d want to eat with friends or just we two.” Siranae offered. “I’ll say…wary as she makes me, perhaps it’d be nice to invite Miss Zerazani to a meal? She is our teammate, after all…feels like it’d be only right.”

 

She sighed softly with a sympathetic smile.

 

“But…I know she upsets you, as well. The last thing I’d wish to cause is distress to you, Friend Adelaide.”

 

I shook my head softly, even if there was much truth to her words. I held her hands up in my paws.

 

“She is… a strong presence, to be sure. Not always the most gentle.” I let out a weakened laugh, as I kneaded the Audino’s digits slowly. “But…she is part of our team, yes? And her grace has allowed us proper entry into the Art Showcase.”

 

I stepped around Siranae in a circle, almost a prance, as we ventured into the depths of our home district.

 

“I would be happy to invite her out to our dinner. I am sure she will be kind and pleasant in a social setting, too~.”

 

Siranae’s smile grew at that, and her quiet excitement melded with my own as we crunched through the thin layer of frost. The new scarf around my neck fluttered in the wind – a little free gift Yurushae had given. She’d called it ‘a bit of unused scrap’, though its material seemed much more well-built and fine to just be ‘unused scrap’.

 

At the very least I felt much less cold and much less like I’d catch my death.

 

Soon, the buildings in the colorful glow of the district began to look familiar. And there, just ahead, Hipisemi Street.

 

As we walked, many voiced bellowed ‘hello’ noisily from the side of the road, many calling us both by name. I called back, albeit with a gentler voice – soft ‘hellos’ to anyone that I could recognize, and several that I didn’t. Even if it intruded on the peace and quiet I enjoyed with Dear Siranae…it was quite nice to be welcomed.

 

And even as we turned the corner onto Hipisemi street, I could see a pair of other Poke’mon sitting in Julminae’s diner and one other silently reading the newspaper by the general store. It seemed our good deeds earned Julminae a little bit of attention, too~!

 

I cooed and waved toward Julminae’s diner…but my attention was drawn to the Poke’mon stood outside the general store: There stood a rather familiar looking Smeargle, her face tucked into her scarf and a hot drink sat on the general store counter, billowing steam.

 

I considered, briefly, the woman.

 

‘It would behoove us to make the most of the situation and say hello’, I figured- and so, we approached Zerazani with smiles warmer than the scarf protecting me. Siranae looked surprised to see the Smeargle, but seemed to stifle any wariness to instead amicably approach with me.

 

“A good evening to you, dear Zerazani,” I said with a chirping tone as I drew near. “I didn’t expect to see you here- but it saves us the trouble of seeking you out. Do you mind if we join you for a while?”

 

The Smeargle took a moment to sip her hot drink, shivering.

 

“My, has it been a good evening for you?” Zerazani huffed, folding up the newspaper. “I had come to try and find you at the time I know you get off work. But alas, left at the doorstep in the cold like a forgotten orphan was I – at least until that sparkly-eyed creature you associate with offered me some Chesto. Several, actually. And talked my ear off to no end.”

 

Siranae’s ears drooped as the woman’s mannerisms already came out in full force.

 

“…I apologize, Miss Zerazani…” Siranae sighed. “Did we take too long getting the dresses? And…”

 

The Audino swallowed.

 

“…Julminae is a dear friend to Adelaide and I – I hope you…are not disliking her presence?”

 

“Oh far from it.” Zerazani smirked haughtily. “She talked to me like I were an unknown and nobody…much like you and Adelaide. I built up her view of me from scratch which is a most rare opportunity. I believe I’ll be coming by again.”

 

Siranae let out a sigh of relief. The Smeargle was always confusing in the way she spoke…but the Audino could at least tell there was no animosity.

 

“Ah…” I kept my disbelieving disdain to a mild grin, laughing off Zerazani’s brashness and oddities. I would be civil, of course. “I am sorry for our absence…although, we had little way of knowing you would be here, aha. Julminae is a kind soul- I only hope that you do not take her generosity for granted.”

 

I stroked down the ruffled fur on my side.

 

“We are quite lucky to have her so close to our doorstep.”

 

I stood near the boisterous woman, at least an arm’s length of distance between us, and welcomed Siranae to take her spot beside me.

 

“On that note, Adelaide, I’d much appreciate you joining me.” Zerazani continued, loudly slapping the folded newspaper on the counter a bit to shake the snow off. “After all, these little talks of ours are as electrifying as anything I could be doing at the workshop. And, well, I’ve finished all my ‘preparations’ for the Showcase – I trust you have as well?”

 

“Of course we’re prepared, barring the collection of some forms and fine attire tomorrow. No illness could deter me from such an important event.”

 

My eyes wandered to Zerazani’s newspaper – I hadn’t kept up with local events, what with my collapse and the business that came after it…

 

“Ah, may I borrow that…?” I gestured a paw down to the set of papers. “I’d hate to be ill-informed so close to the Showcase.”

 

“Aha, freeloading, are you, cheeky girl?” Zerazani taunted lightly, moving the newspaper away ever so slightly. “Can’t even spare the penny for the paper from Miss ‘Kind Soul’ as you put it~?”

 

She chuckled lightly, sliding the paper into my hands.

 

“Never fear, neither did I. Frankly I don’t believe I’ll be able to avoid taking advantage of what’s being given so readily and desperately.”

 

The wide smirk on Zerazani’s face spoke volumes. One could only hope for Julminae.

 

I let the teasing gesture pass with merely a roll of my eyes, dusting off the edges of frost that threatened the edges of the papers. I didn’t wish to feel damp and dreadful while I studied the news.

 

“As for the paper…” The Smeargle continued as I took the Gazette in hand. “…it’s slow news, but considering you’ll be soon to be mingling with these sorts and trying to get work from them it certainly will behoove you to know of their mundane struggles.”

 

She leaned over, as did Siranae, the both of them reading over my shoulder.

 

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THE 1P ARCEALI GAZETTE

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NAHSTEMPNYE, ZSHIMA 56, 5T12

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“In fact, I might point out…” Zerazani said, grinning wide and pointing to the first article…

 

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NEW REGULATIONS TO SALES OF TMs TO BE PROPOSED

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Hark that ye may all be awares – after the recent chaos at S’Ran the question of regulation in the resale of TMs from the castle has been brought forth. The strongest advocates for regulation have been Conveytion Scolius and Conveytion Garsoni. It’s no surprise these two once again work towards the safety of Arcea, as just a few days ago this Gazette reported their joint effort to expose horrible working conditions at Grand Lake Shipping, and thusly has their guild put them at the forefront of introducing these new regulations.

A set of 101 new restrictions and checks have been presented to the Conduit through the Advisory Council and they are suspected to be put in place. Among the regulations are stipulations on what can and cannot be sold to the public by what machine guild retailers in what regions.

A few parties in the machine guild have voiced dissent toward the new regulations, particularly Conveytion Dulkinus, who warns that the regulations overextend beyond the need to keep dangerous TMs out of the hands of citizens and, in fact, goes on to further and unfairly restrict Machine Guild businesses to such an extent that operation would be impossible for several Machine Guild members. The consenting parties of the Machine Guild have conceded that restructuring and selling may be in order but it is necessary in the interest of the Arcean public.

Conveytion Dulkinus has gone on-record complaining about bias towards a ‘noble’s clique’.

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“Conveytion Dulkinus will actually be in attendance at the showcase.” The Smeargle cooed, her eyes hungry with opportunism. “Perhaps you’d even get to shake his hand~? Now, don’t give me that excited look – he’s a rather low rung on the ladder and somewhat unpopular. But it may prove a start of some kind.”

 

My eyes were drawn to the first article’s ending, parsing as much as I could to appraise the importance of this ‘Dulkinus’. Another oaf tied to the Machine Guild, was he? With the display Mama caused, I couldn’t imagine him very popular.

 

Still…that Machine Guild had a vacancy of sorts, and I hoped to see it filled.

 

“His guild has found its way into the news recently, yes?” I snickered, tracing a digit along the lower part of the article. “There’s no harm in extending Coronatus’s reach. Even to a low-ranking sort~.”

 

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GRAND LAKE SHIPPING UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT

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After the scandal of major international shipping company ‘Grand Lake Shipping’ was exposed a member of the Board of Directors, Telzenni Molxai, was nominated to become the new head by major shareholder Conveytion Garsoni. It has come to light that, through a unanimous vote, Telzenni has now been promoted to the head of Grand Lake Shipping. The about-face seems to have thankfully saved the stock price of GLS as confidence is high in Telzenni’s leadership skills to help the company grow above the competition, big and small.

A major factor of the optimism is the immediate victory Telzenni secure in being allowed shipping to infamous Wharf #34 in Yahneri Port. Wharf #34, originally owned by Conveytion Rizanii of the Agriculture guild then sold to Conveytion Prista of the Architecture Guild in 5T08, has traditionally only allowed imports and exports to and from Derizyin Foods and Herisorn Steel, both Quayoffi Companies, with Grand Lake Shipping now being the third.

Many Arcean shippers in the Merchant Guild are feeling burnt by such a large portion of Yahneri port being made exclusive to Quayoffi shippers. But some, including Conveytion Orla and Conveytion Vultus both of the Merchant Guild, have expressed that such is the nature of business and that those that feel left out ought to build or buy their own wharf and warehouses rather than bellyache about others using their property as they may.

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RANDOM ATTACKS ON ILLAMINIANS SPARK FURTHER OUTRAGE

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The Arcean Conduicy has been put under pressure from international nobles in Illaminamo and Illaminian nobles in Arcea to investigate the attacks happening on Illaminians in Arcea.

“Varsae changed things,” Said Dsitdovini Houses of the Flower and Apple #12 member Hachimo, with help from a translator. “While we’ve seen the occasional scuffle against our people, this is still unprecedented. And now we see attacks on stands, vandalizing of homes, and the guard simply not doing enough. Not even the much-lauded Arceali Guild has been much assistance. We, the Illaminian elite, would remind Conduit Lippi the graciousness her mother showed our people and who it was that helped bring Arcea to such economic power.”

The captain of the Cross-Arcean Military Guard has only given the comment “We are working around the clock to find these murderers and vandals, for Arcea is an honest Poke’mon’s home and we treat any danger to our Illaminian brethren with the urgency it duly deserves.”

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The rightmost article still held my focus- Varsae’s demise still echoed through the affairs of Arcea. Even the ‘art’ in the corner felt no shame in mocking her absence, and its effect on others. I could only wonder if there was a genuine mourning, or simply despair from lack of what she offered them.

 

Beside me, Zerazani gave a delighted snicker.

 

“If you wish to look for dissent among the nobility as to the operations of the Arceali Guild you need look no further than the whinging of Conveytion Dulkinus.” Zerazani hummed merrily. “From what I hear, many nobles have been left behind and he is among the most vocal about his disdain for the Arceali Guild.”

 

The Smeargle perked up, looking towards Siranae.

 

“Ah, I forgot you were still here.”

 

“Oh no no, I understand.” Siranae sighed. “I understand perhaps the Arceali Guild isn’t seen in the same light it was in centuries past…I admit, after today…some part of me is feeling the same.”

 

“Ah, good girl, a little healthy cynicism would do you good – especially with whom it is we’ll be dealing with.” Zerazani tittered, looking back down at the paper whilst Siranae only deflated a little.

 

I puffed, reaching a paw up to rest it on Siranae’s shoulder.

 

“Pay no mind to taunting.” I whispered to Siranae, somewhat barreling over Zerazani’s words. “I trust your judgment, wherever it leads and however it may change.”

 

My other paw traced the center article- I’d have to learn more about the politics surrounding ‘Grand Lake Shipping’, and the strictness of Arcea’s ports. I felt woefully uninformed, in that regard.

 

“Now then, Adelaide,” Zerazani’s voice came again, catching my attention. “Speaking to matters of nobility I actually have some news.”

 

I glanced back to Zerazani, dismissing the paper for the time being.

 

“Is that so…?” I began with a raise of my eyebrows. “Please, continue.”

 

“Only that it seems you have some competition.” Zerazani said mysteriously, twirling one of her floppy ears with a finger. “I was contacted just this morning by one of the members of your vaunted Arceali Guild. A little Chespin girl who seemed more runt than nobility, but her badge proved her claim.”

 

Siranae looked shocked.

 

“Chespin…? That must have been Jalsa!!” The Audino said excitedly.

 

“Whoever it may be she came to my workshop asking why it was I was here and not in Laesi.” The Smeargle continued. “Seems like she took my job…several days after it was finished.”

 

My fur shot up with the mention of Zerazani’s job- why now, of all times, did someone at that meddlesome guild have to act the hero?

 

“Oh…oh dear.” Siranae huffed quietly, looking a little…scared. “And…what did you tell her…?”

 

“Oh never fear, I’d not rat out my two favorite illegal vigilantes~” Zerazani cooed. “I told her that, due to the delays with the guild, I contracted another company to assist. I, naturally, refused to indulge the name of the company lest this undercutting look bad on you two.”

 

Zerazani clicked her tongue.

 

“Then the girl…started crying. And venting to me how ‘unfair it all is’…” The Smeargle recalled. “Not much sense of social dignity in that one.”

 

“Poor Jalsa…” Siranae whispered, sadly looking towards the ground.

 

I let myself calm down with the woman’s explanation, tugging up the scarf around my neck.

 

“Don’t startle us like that, dear.” I huffed. “Our whole enterprise would shatter, if there was intervention so soon… and I thank you for your silence on the matter.”

 

I rubbed along Siranae’s shoulder a moment longer, making sure she wasn’t in too much dismay over the situation.

 

“While I don’t wish heartache on some well-meaning girl… it is fortunate news. She seems more pure than anyone we’ve had the pleasure of encountering.” My paw flicked along one corner of the newspaper, as though the exploits of this ‘Chespin’ were to be found within. “Even more so, if she lacks ‘dignity’. We could even find common ground, as outsiders looking in upon a golden realm.”

 

“Jalsa is very sweet…at least what I’ve read of her…” Siranae sighed, folding her hands together. “I…hate to say but…having now met Purina twice now…I fear for Jalsa. Even in the periodicals they say she’s something of an outcast among the noble members.”

 

“Is that so?” Zerazani hummed. “I would have thought they’d all get along famously.”

 

“I had assumed so, as well…but Jalsa is the first in her family and the first in her guild to be allowed into the Arceali Guild.” Siranae explained.

 

“…which guild is Jalsa from, again?” Zerazani prodded.

 

“Um…The Leaf Guild.”

 

“Ah, that explains it, then.” The Smeargle nodded. “The great money-grubbing killjoys of Arcean commerce…at least that’s what I hear them called when I eavesdrop on Conveytion whining about them.”

 

“Oh dear…the Leaf Guild is disliked?”

 

“Immensely so, gracious me. You can’t chip bark off a tree in the Yahneri Forest without paying every Leaf Guild house a fee, and they revel in those profits.” Zerazani gave a haughty laugh. “But, even if unpopular, this ‘Jalsa’ is still high-ranking nobility – enough so to simply be granted entrance into the Arceali Guild. Poke’mon born at the top of the social ladder are allowed their indignity. It’s parasites like us that must fight and claw our way for an inch of respect. Isn’t that right, dear Adelaide?”

 

I kept down my scoff at that last comment, my smile unhindered.

 

“Oh, we are much more than parasites – we are opportunists, feasting on what others fail to use.” I gave a soft sigh. “But… regrettably, you are right. Jalsa may find her roots in the reviled Leaf Guild, but rotted roots are more respectable than no roots at all. And we are far more outsiders than she. We would need to see how lowly this girl of the Leaf Guild is considered, before attempting to compare ourselves to her.”

 

I leaned upon the General Store counter, letting my thoughts go adrift.

 

“She is competition… just as she is an opportunity.” I posited. “If she was so ready to accept a request, even one as pitiful as yours…”

 

“In fairness I suspect she took my request because she simply saw nothing easier on the board – if only she knew~” Zerazani grinned cheekily. “Seems the golden children of the Arcean Conveytion get first pick and she is left with table scraps. Did I hit the mark, dear Siranae?”

 

“That’s certainly one way to put it.”

 

A tendency towards the easy or the available – that would do, too. Zerazani’s first request was sufficiently miserable to go some weeks without being answered.

 

“Still.” I continued, moving Zerazani’s attention away from taunting Siranae. “- could we not find a way to meet her on our own terms?”

 

I leaned forward.

 

“Another request, and one that puts us in cooperation with her?” I offered.

 

At the suggestion of working with Jalsa, Siranae lit up at once, her eyes sparkling at the idea.

 

“Oh my gosh…I’d love to be friends with Jalsa…! She always seemed like she could a friend…” Siranae sighed, folding her hands together. “Imagine…if we both take a mission at once, we may team up! Oh! Maybe she’d even induct us in her team!”

 

“Now now, Siranae. Sweet or not, Jalsa is still nobility. And from what I know of the other brats of the guild…” Zerazani fluttered her fingers, smiling as she found as polite of words as she could find. “…your judgement of character has proven to be a bit optimistic.”

 

“I should hope so…I don’t wish to think awfully of anyone.” Siranae said softly.

 

“Oh you blessed girl. Adelaide, every day I see more why you’ve chosen to be with sweet Siranae.” The Smeargle snickered. “There must be some ray of sunshine to your raincloud, hm hm?”

 

“Siranae’s light is a blessing, no matter how vibrant my world already is,” I said quickly, diverting from the topic at once. “A guiding light in darker lands, perhaps.”

 

I hummed lightly, the possibilities flashing across my mind.

 

“As I think about it…”I began. “…if we work with Jalsa then…”

 

My eyebrows raised as an idea slowly began to form. But before I could truly consider the words they had already left me.

 

“She may even become indebted…” I mused aloud. “But that would require your own finances to surrender for such a mission, dear Zerazani- or another figure of authority, willing to do the same at your behest.”

 

In truth, I should have seen the response to that coming, considering who I was talking to.

 

Zerazani perked up.

 

Her teasing smile now turned to a devilish one, as though a demon of hell had clawed its was from the fiery depths and could not contain the sheer giddiness it held at the mischief it would cause in the world.

 

“Indebted? A noble? Oh I’d spend every penny just for that.” Zerazani trilled, voice dripping with venom. “Ask away, my little noble of the gutters, do ask away how we might shackle the nobles of the ivory towers and ever shall your dear friend Zerazani provide~.”

 

I felt my skin crawl with the sheer delight my words had given Zerazani.

 

I did not ever need to make her that happy.

 

“Well, it may require some deception…” I looked to Siranae, as if warning her of such a simple fact. “But the method is simple. We need to find work that she cannot perform alone – work that only she would be desperate enough to pursue, as well. And, when she arrives – Team Coronatus must be lying in wait, to assist her.”

 

I rest my paws upon the newspaper, smiling warmer.

 

“We will need some notoriety by this point, but… could you only imagine? One of Arceliaze’s finest, having to be spared her own work by outsiders? I can envision it, with perhaps three endings:”

 

I flicked up a single digit.

 

“The first possibility, she is unshaken, and the masses unmoved. But if they judge her merely for belonging to a guild which inconveniences others, it seems unlikely such failure would escape the public eye. And regardless, a boon to our image.”

 

Another flick.

 

“Second, she will owe Coronatus for the gesture – she cannot let it reach the masses, of course. A price for secrecy, be it monetary or a powerful favor. A piece of the Arceali Guild prevented from hindering our efforts.”

 

The last digit sprang up.

 

“Finally… the balance shifts. It is no longer advantageous to work under the Arceali Guild. And, by choice or by lack of choice… Team Coronatus is the only place where her skills can be of service.”

 

My grin widened.

 

“To have a guild member desert their role, and come under our employ…” I said, the thought making my mind light with the possibilities. “Why, it would be quite a fruitful outcome. Of course, she would be treated with dignity and kindness – Coronatus leads with a just hand. And the masses shall know this.”

 

The reaction from my two friends and employees were diametrically opposite.

 

“Oh how delightfully conniving. Positively insidious~!” Zerazani cooed in joy, drumming her fingers together.

 

“Wh-whuh?!” Siranae stammed, looking at me, shocked.

 

“We’ll need to manufacture some sordid adventure…perhaps I can ask around, pull some strings, dig up something well-paying but nigh impossible.”

 

“Manufacture-?? B-b-but!! The board of jobs is meant to be sacred!”

 

“Imagine the flair! The entrance! Coronatus BURSTING IN to the rescue to help poor Jalsa.”

 

“And-and-and, embarrassing Jalsa – that’s so mean…!! Doesn’t she get enough of that…?”

 

“And the idea of them abandoning the guild to instead join Coronatus. Why! Think of that! A prissy noble girl on her knees and begging, nay, groveling to us.”

 

“Abandoning the guild?? I thought we were looking to join the guild n-not dismantle it…!!”

 

Siranae squirmed, her ears folded down, her immense discomfort at the level of deception the plan required. Contrariwise, Zerazani was practically bouncing with excitement, her clasped hands rubbing as a wicked, horrible smile spread ever wider over her face.

 

The confidence and vigor I had felt, they faded like wisps from the cheers of Zerazani and the pleas of Siranae.

 

Desperately, Siranae looked to me.

 

“A-Adelaide, I am very sorry. I don’t mean to contradict so and I know that it must be annoying when you’ve come up with such a plan.” She stammered. “A-and I know, too, that we work most of all to get you home. And I’ll do all I can to see it so b-but…but…-!”

 

“So thusly that means you’ll agree to this, naturally~!” Zerazani chimed in, clearly not wishing to see this plan unraveled. “After all, surely an institute of spoiled nobles doesn’t hold a candle of worth to the needs of your best friend, of course?”

 

“I…”

 

Siranae deflated.

 

“…correct, it would not…”

 

“There’s a good girl.” Zerazani trilled, patting the Audino on the head. Siranae only averted her eyes to the ground, her brow knitted a little…and said nothing. The Smeargle, thusly, turned her attention back to me. “Now then, what’s say we find a place to eat, good friends~? It’ll be my treat. Perhaps a nice little dine-in place in the New District tonight? Yes, yes, that’ll do. We can discuss the particularities of our little scheme there.”

 

My ambition had only stirred conflict, and sparked dismay.

 

“No, no- no.” I spat out the words, barely able to grasp my own thoughts amidst the swirling cries of my companions. “This is not how Coronatus will conduct its business – it will not be at the detriment of someone so close to its heart.”

 

I placed my paws upon one of Siranae’s hands, hoping that I hadn’t dampened her spirits too harshly.

 

“Siranae… please, look at me.”

 

The Audino’s gaze didn’t budge from the ground. I fidgeted in place. I felt wretched for the plan I had devised, and yet I could barely speak.

 

“I apologize, that it would put such a pain upon you. I want us to make use of what we can, even the efforts of someone like Jalsa – I wish for Coronatus to prosper- but I will not take it at the cost of hurting you. I promise you that.”

 

I shot a stare at Zerazani, but none too biting – I was the one at fault for evoking her cruelty, in some regard.

 

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Zerazani, but…” I frowned. “Please, do not silence Siranae’s thoughts. Just as your tact and wisdom is a virtue, so is her kindness and honesty.”

 

I looked to the Audino, offering a sorrowful smile.

 

“So, Dear Siranae… I want to know what you feel on the matter. I can tell clearly and truly that you oppose this… is there something else that would sit well in your soul? A way to work in competition with, or alongside, this Jalsa?” I held the girl’s hand in mine, kneading at it slowly to assuage the hurt I had caused. “Certainly, her position is one we could capitalize on- but it must be something that you, from the depths of your heart, can accept.”

 

Zerazani’s wicked smiled vanished like magic. A loud huff billowed from her nostrils as a sneer overtook her countenance.

 

“Adelaide, your capitulation is cute but business does not favor the kindly and sweet, and I can promise you that.” The Smeargle chided. “Business is only kind to the cutthroat – you wish us to conduct Coronatus in a way that’ll only see us eaten alive by the bigger fish of Arcea.”

 

Siranae’s eyes were still averted, even as I held her paw. Her frown did not vanish…the Audino looked deep in thought. I could see her mouth wobbling at Zerazani’s harsh words.

 

“…i-in truth, Adealide…” Siranae sighed with a squirm. “…I am hard-pressed to come up with a better solution.”

 

Her hold on my paw whilst I gripped it…was weak.

 

“More childish fantasy. In the stories I read, the job board was a centerpiece of hope for a better tomorrow. Where someone in need might pin a problem and find their lives improved come the morrow by a team who sought nothing but to brighten the lives of those who were hurt.

 

The guild, the very brick and stone that sits in the New District today, was constructed around that board in there. The wood has been replaced, the material and decorations may be long-since-different but it sits exactly where it first was raised amid the rubble and ash of a broken Arceliaze. For nothing but to see tomorrow be better…”

 

She was quiet.

 

“…but it is just stories.” Siranae…grumbled. “They took money for jobs even back then…and if Purina is anything to go by…how she wished harm on you…it’s far and away not the organization I dreamed of it being. I scarcely imagine what it was I was wishing to join at all…”

 

Her hand gripped mine.

 

“…it is a fine idea.” Siranae capitulated at last. “I will try to be less childish in the future. My apologies, Adelaide.”

 

“Well! So very happy that’s all settled, then~!” Zerazani said with a clap of her hands. “I’ll have something dug up in a few weeks time, you can certainly count on me~”

 

Siranae nodded, taking a deep breath and lifting her head to look up at me. Her smile returned, if a bit weaker.

 

But her eyes certainly did not sparkle for right now.

 

Something in my soul felt… jagged, and weak. Siranae’s smile did not mask what had dimmed in her light.

 

“I will… trust your judgment, Dear,” I said softly. “And… I hope only to uphold those virtues from your stories. That there might be someone to aid the needy, and build a better world tomorrow. Even if we must contend with others who claim to honor that goal.”

 

My words were cast upon the lake of Siranae’s heart… and they seemed to sink like a stone, unhelpful. I could not do anything else.

 

“I appreciate your aid, Zerazani,” I said at last, looking to the overzealous Smeargle. “With any luck, Jalsa will come to see our side of things. I wish her nothing but the best in the future of our plans – irrespective of what her ‘best’ ends up being.”

 

I wished to say more. I yearned to scold Zerazani for callous and careless words, and remind her of Siranae’s delicate soul, a rarity that deserved kind treatment.

 

But I had done no better, it seemed.

 

Siranae softly nodded but said no more.

 

Zerazani, on the other hand, said plenty.

 

“Yes yes, dear Zu’Conveytion Jalsa will certainly see something. I have a few ideas cooking already, but, that shall be for when we are seated!” Zerazani said, patting both Siranae and I on the shoulders. “Come, come, I know of a most beautiful traditional Arcean cuisine establishment in the New District, Kerin Koch. Not a few blocks from the castle, even! Never fear for the reservations, Adelaide – I’m on a list this year as payment from a generous client for a portrait of his family. Ghastly lot, all of them, especially the children. But the food at Kerin Koch at least isn’t the usual gussied-up flavorless trash most nobles stuff their faces with.”

 

Her smile widened. Siranae’s eyes remained glued to the ground.

 

“Shall we be off, dear friends of mine~?”

 

“Yes, it… it sounds quite lovely. And we deserve a reward for our struggles, do we not?” I forced my smile to remain, but I didn’t move from my spot.

 

I looked to Siranae again, kneading her hand just softly.

 

“Would you enjoy this Kerin Koch, Dear Siranae…?”

 

My words were a whisper – I dreaded that they might sound like a command, as did Mama’s before me.

 

Siranae, thankfully, kneaded my hand back. She looked somewhat sad though also deep in thought.

 

“In truth I haven’t been before nor have I had ‘traditional Arcean cuisine.” Siranae squeaked softly. “I would be willing to try it.”

 

“Excellent~! I promise you shan’t be disappointed. Allow me to pay for us all – as Adelaide said: a treat for us! And all before the big showcase!” Zerazani smirked, leading the both of us down the road, north toward the New District.

 

“Your generosity is heavily appreciated…” I said to Zerazani as I followed along with her. “In truth, after the struggle of collecting our dresses from the tailor, I wasn’t keen to pierce through my funds again, aha.”

 

A weak giggle. It was all I could muster for now as I moved to follow the Smeargle with Siranae in tow.

 

The entire trip there, Zerazani chattered about the friends she would contact for this little scheme – none of them seemed particularly useful to me otherwise, at least at the moment. She gave mention here and there to the upcoming Arcean Arts Showcase & Banquet as well, about some of the artists who would be debuting and auctioning works.

 

All the while, Siranae was seen more and heard less, nodding politely to Zerazani’s ramblings. The Audino did, at least, still hold my hand and knead it softly. She didn’t seem to begrudge me at the least…

 

…she simply had to think.

 

I kept up with the rambles of my second teammate, as much as I could. Mostly, I kept my ears prone for mentions of what tasks we’d need to perform in the Arcean Arts Showcase. My focus was still divided, but I wouldn’t be complacent.

 

I gripped Siranae’s hand softly, too timid to offer her more than a few glances. Why did this feeling wrack my mind so harshly?

 

I would make it up to her, somehow. I had to.

 

True to her word, Zerazani brought us to the heart of the New District. The nightlife here was certainly quieter than that of the Illaminian District – I had almost forgotten it.

 

The utter extravagance that oozed through the New District did not wane – it strengthened as we approached the eatery. Opulence was a necessity for these creatures, as though they would wither away without the gleam of gold or the shimmer of marble in their eyes. Torches glowed with dim yellow light, mixing with the light from stands and windows. The fountains that gently flowed with water glowed with soft bluish colored lights. Scaffolds and building materials sat tucked away in alleyways for the day, the workers long gone back home. Guards stood in pairs at every street corner, carefully watching every passerby.

 

No doubt Varsae’s murder resulted in a demand for extra vigilance. One had to wonder if it’d even do any good. However, I stifled the thoughts of Varsae once more. Endlessly fretting did nothing for me.

 

At last, Zerazani led us towards a beautifully lit building, its entrance flanked by marble statues of rather regal looking serpent beasts. A pool of water gently lapped against white stone with a polished wood bridge running over it toward the open archway that led inside. There, at the entrance, stood what looked to be an enormous masked pigeon beast. It looked rather graceful, as much as a beast could.

 

“Names?” The creature spoke the moment we crossed the bridge.

 

“Zerazani plus two.” The Smeargle replied at once. Curiously, her voice did not have its usual bite. She spoke cordially, with grace and, most impressively, at a fraction of the volume. “Please give honorable Conveytion Kuunus my regards.”

 

“Of course, Miss Zerazani. Please find your table at booth 22.”

 

Zerazani…gave a half-bow, simply continuing on without another word, haughty or otherwise.

 

I silenced my incredulity at Zerazani’s shift in behavior. So she was aware how she sounded and acted every other moment of her life… and she accepted being that way. It baffled me to no end.

 

“Are you alright, dear Zerazani?” I whispered to her, as we entered the restaurant. “For a moment, I thought you were possessed…the spirit of a kindly diplomat took hold of your body, aha.”

 

My paw gently gripped Siranae’s hand once more. I felt another childish urge – I wished to apologize to Siranae, for making a joke at Zerazani’s expense. Why did I have to bear stress over such harmless things…?

 

Still, Zerazani cut through my thoughts with her voice once more:

 

“Sweet Adelaide, do you wish for me to be on a list of a different nature~?” The Smeargle taunted back with a grin. “Perhaps I feel most comfortable with my friend, did you consider that?”

 

That comment… disarmed me. I took the Smeargle’s crassness as a given- and some part of it was, with how self-indulgent she acted in our initial meeting. But I had never considered it to be a matter of comfort.

 

Zerazani was often brutal with her words, but they came with a brutal honesty as well. I sighed, and then joined gently in the woman’s laugh.

 

“If that is true, then I will try to appreciate your comfort more often, whether or not it matches my decorum.” I said.

 

The Smeargle gave a quiet chortle, taking the lead as we walked down a brightly lit hallways that ran deep into the building, as though we were leaving the outside world far away. The hall was decorated with lines of statues, purchased and donated, each with floral arrangements accompanying. It was certainly a contrast to the restaurants of the Illaminian District – the fire grill that Siranae and I had guarded seemed rather spartan in comparison.

 

Speaking of Siranae, the girl was still being most silent, only glancing around at the statues. Her natural curiosity had not been dampened, thankfully. The Audino seemed…comfortable at least. That was good…

 

My eyes wandered with Siranae’s. The statues were of no interest to me, I had seen enough monuments to self-idolatry. But… I still followed where she looked, hoping that her curiosity was a sign of a better mood.

 

At last did we all come to the main hall of the restaurant. It was a large, wide open space with three floors stacked above. A quiet rumble of voices filled the space, with quiet, nigh silent string music playing at a stage up at the front.

 

Zerazani made her way down carpeted aisles to at last come to a large circular table situated by a darkened bar. Nobody seemed to be running it for now, so we three were essentially alone here, far away from anyone else, as the tables nearby were empty.

 

“Here we are. A six-seater, quite luxurious. Were it I had larger parties to bring with me but, alas.” Zerazani shrugged, placing herself in a seat at once. Siranae took a chair by the Smeargle. I let Siranae’s hand leave mine – I would waste the space if I sat in a row with the both of them, and thus I reluctantly took a seat across from the Audino instead as Zerazani continued. “I’m always invited to dine with Conveytion at their places of choice. Mark me, Adelaide, though this Kerin Koch place may be large and fancy it still would be considered too low-brow for the highest rungs of the Arceali Elite. “

 

“I admit… I can scarcely imagine what sort of eatery outstrips this in its extravagance.” I glanced about the aisles again, now parsing them fully. “What more could these Poke’mon want? Should each be given a king’s dining hall, and a waiter at every corner? Or simply more gold plating on the existing features?”

 

“My, you’re better versed at noble life than I thought, dear Adelaide.” Zerazani laughed, clasping her hands together. “Oh to have seen it…knowing you it would have incurred the greatest disgust. We were each given a gilded throne around a courtly table where a feast by Quayoffi chefs was served to us by servants that tended to our every whim and addressed us with any honorific of our choosing. Frankly I found it all rather ghastly. Not that I am opposed to absolute servitude only that it’s less special when they’re all just paid to do it.”

 

“Aren’t…they always paid…?” Siranae asked quietly.

 

“I prefer volunteers, you understand.” The Smeargle said with a wicked smile. “But, enough of all that. Adelaide, we’ve matters to discuss first, yes? Ah,  and – mark down what you wish to drink with the pen there. The waiter shall pick up our orders soon enough.”

 

I wasn’t a stranger to the bizarre obsessions of Arcea’s upper elite, but Zerazani’s tale dredged up more of my disdain. She couldn’t be serious – thrones? Titles of one’s own choosing? There was no dignity in any of their wants – they were like children, flinging bags of gold coins at whatever caught their interest. I managed to give only a grimace in response.

 

“Right, we have the Arcean Arts Showcase and much more to address.” I made an effort to ignore Zerazani’s intimidating grin, simply taking up the pen…and stalling. “I admit, I haven’t had much in the way of fine drinks…”

 

As true as I could tell. I could have named some merchant’s brand of wine in Lombardy, but not so in Arcea.

 

I tapped the pen to the page.

 

“Would Eksai be worth trying? It certainly didn’t seem cheap, aha.”

 

“Well, well, what a fantastic place to start, speaking of the Showcase.” Zerazani said. “A tip from me: The Eksai is always worth trying, specifically because it isn’t cheap. And you must have a favorite brand and year, but do not pick any old dross. You must pick something unique as your favorite.”

 

“But…what if it tastes bad?” Siranae asked.

 

“I cannot possibly stress enough that the taste does not matter.”

 

“Then…wouldn’t it be most unique to simply not like Eksai at all?”

 

“In a world that made sense, absolutely.” The Smeargle responded, with a grin.

 

“You may pick what you wish, Dear Siranae,” I managed to interject, “-and I will let you taste from my drink, to acclimate. Many of these social gatherings expect some degree of familiarity with alcohol and the likes.”

 

I only hoped that would soothe her confusion about the drinks. I loathed to think of her gagging sorrowfully on Eksai the next day.

 

I gave the Audino an apologetic glance. I couldn’t keep speaking assurances and softer truths to her.

 

Zerazani rolled her eyes at my hasty interjection – it seemed my growing desperation was not lost on the Smeargle. Siranae simply nodded in response, giving a quiet ‘thank you’. Without much else to go off of, she simply…circled one at random and left it for the waiter to pick up.

 

Once I had circled my own and laid it on the table, a tall golden-scaled dragon with fierce eyes moved quickly over to collect them. That must have been the waiter, working silently without interrupting our conversation. I restrained all civil urges I still had, which told me I should cower at the sight of a dragon, and stared at my teammates. Zerazani paid him no mind, only turning her attention back to me as she circled a drink on the menu with her pen and handing it to the waiter.

 

“Now then, Adelaide, between the art showcase and our little scheme…” The smeargle began, whilst the reminder of the ‘plan’ made Siranae sadly squirm. “…we have much to go over. First, I imagine, will be the matter of business opportunities at the showcase itself.”

 

“Of course… what all should we hope for? What is possible for Team Coronatus, tomorrow evening?” I leaned forward in my seat. “Introducing ourselves to a Conveytion, even making him amicable to our business – it would be a blessing. But I have little idea how to begin such a feat. How are we to offer ourselves to the guests of this Showcase?”

 

“Well, what is possible for Team Coronatus is to secure a client of status and have your company name properly attached to it.” Zerazani replied. “There will be plenty of opportunity after the night’s ice breaker, I can promise you that. I, as you no doubt are aware, have some measure of clout and pull such that my words hold weight. And thusly shall I be the one to introduce you to those that attend.”

 

She leaned forward, smiling wide as the waiter returned, setting the drinks down at our table, each in a gold-painted cup that glimmered in the torchlight. Zerazani took a sip at once, though Siranae looked a little reluctant.

 

“So, the question becomes who to prioritize. I can think of two, off the top of my head – Conveytion Dulkinus of the Machine guild and Conveytion Verigonus of the Leaf guild.” Zerazani continued. “I can tell you what I know of each…from what I can tell you of hearsay and, well, listening to them drone on about their problems whilst I work on commissions.”

 

“I am thankful to have your influence on our side…” I said to her. “I only hope that it might break more than the ice. We are coming to these guests with quite a list of reasons for them not to trust in our business.”

 

I took up my glass as well, swirling it slowly, contemplating Zerazani’s words.

 

“Dulkinus is perhaps the easier of the two to convince… reviled or not, the Leaf Guild has no destruction to its name, in the same way that the Machine Guild is liable for the scene just a few days ago.” I sighed, hoping to stifle the dreadful memory. “But I would gladly hear all that you know of them both.”

 

“Well, I’ll relay to you my information on Dulkinus as you’d mentioned an interest in ‘representing the machine guild’…and because I wish to save Verigonus for later~” Zerazani said.

 

Siranae perked, listening close while also still trying to…perhaps beat down or hide her dampened mood. She swirled her drink idly before taking a sip…her face scrunching up before she swallowed hard.

 

“You might have seen in the paper, Dulkinus talking about a ‘noble clique’. Gracious the paper does not capture even one iota of how much he rags on about that.” The Smeargle explained. “The last time I was working on a portrait of his wife he talked endlessly, and I do mean endlessly, about what he thought were a bunch of nobles in a big friend group all together – all of them, he claims, working together for each other’s benefit…”

 

She smirked, leaning in as she shared the next part.

 

“And, most crucially, Adelaide, he’s convinced that the reason his job on the Arceali Guild notice board hasn’t been taken is because of a presumed slight. He thinks only nobles in this little friends’ group get their requests answered whilst his own are routinely ignored. Do you see the opportunity, dear girl?”

 

I was dignified and quiet, as a lady should be- but I could barely restrain a purr of interest as Zerazani posited that question.

 

“Why, it would be quite easy to offer ourselves as the alternative – the fair and righteous workers, who won’t turn a blind eye to a man as noble as he,” I spoke softly. “Especially if we might emphasize how others have been getting what he deserves.”

 

I looked to Siranae again, remorseful. What I wanted to offer was close to lying, so I strained to present it otherwise.

 

“…I happened to listen in on Team Snowfluff selecting their work, whilst I was at the guild. It is purely at the discretion of the guild members, and their personal interest.” I placed my arms upon the table. “If Dulkinus were to know that guild members have chosen not to take his work… well, he may misunderstand the reasoning. But it would be all the more incentive for him to seek help elsewhere…with us.”

 

Siranae’s frown deepened as I laid out my reasoning, though just as quickly she replaced it with a weak smile, looking up at me encouragingly.

 

“Ah…! Yes!” Siranae said. “I must assume, I suppose, that even Team Snowfluff did not take Dulkinus’s work…I can only assume sweet Caylii thought there more pressing matters.”

 

Though the Audino’s tone seemed to say ‘I can only hope’.

 

Siranae’s weak smile vanished at once and her eyes returned to her drink as Zerazani chimed in again.

 

“Yes yes, you see it clearly, Adelaide!” Zerazani said with a cheeky grin. “Wresting power and influence from the guild beings with the nobles that have been slighted by the guild. I know for certain the job Dulkinus submitted to the Arceali Guild still goes yet untended to! Why, I think it’s even older than my note I’d submitted! Not only that but just a day ago when he was submitting a request for a price quote he was still moaning about the issue.”

 

My smile waned, as I slowly sipped at my drink.

 

“The question is two-fold, however.” I continued. “It is not simply ‘how do we convince Dulkinus to seek help’… it is also ‘how do we demonstrate that Coronatus is worthy of being that help’. Our work has been only your job request, Zerazani, along with local deeds in the Illaminian District- is that even enough to be convincing?”

 

Zerazani’s gave a thoughtful look, her eyes lifting to the ceiling as she took a sip of her Eksai. She, too, scrunched her face and gave a hard swallow, just the same as Siranae.

 

“Well well…how to prove ourselves competent?” Zerazani began. “Dulkinus strikes me as somewhat dull-witted. Someone whose wealth comes less from his own smart investments and moreso from investments made at the suggestion of advisors.  Perhaps that’s why he’s not in the ‘clique’ he so despises.”

 

The Smeargle nodded, her eyes returning to me.

 

“So, then, naught but my good word is needed. An explanation of your abilities should suffice.” She continued. “From there it’s a matter of punctuality and timing. If we’re to totally undermine the guild we need to be absolute in our shaming of it.”

 

 

“The man let slip it’s a business related issue. Which means his reward would be enormous…though likely still not enough for the little brats at the guild. Or perhaps implying too much danger. Or both, goodness knows with a bunch of spoiled rotten children. Ah, but now I digress.”

 

 

“I’d venture we wouldn’t even have to drop the price much to have Dulkinus groveling at us to complete his mission. From there, word will spread from one Conveytion to another and other slighted nobles will begin lining up to have their business tended to. Suddenly the conversation shifts away from the Guild and even the normal patrons of the guild will find more profit in using us – it’ll be seen as a waste of time and money while we show ourselves to be the much more lucrative opportunity~!!”

 

 

“What do you think of that, Adelaide?” Zerazani finished at last.

 

I failed to interrupt Zerazani as she prattled on with her fantasies of destruction, offering glances at the despairing Audino that was steadily sinking down below the table. By the time Zerazani addressed me, I was too distracted to be of value.

 

“I…yes, that is somewhere in the range of what we hope to achieve, but-” I spat out the words. I felt desperate, in the same manner that Siranae had been when opposing this plan to begin with. “It doesn’t seem like we’re in agreement of what we’ll be doing.”

 

I let out a sigh, looking at Zerazani’s eager eyes.

 

“I do apologize. Barring the degree of… ‘total undermining’ we would perform, your ideas are sound and your logic holds. I don’t wish to chide you for that.”

 

My gaze went back to sweet, sorrowful Siranae. I failed to find words to soothe her.

 

“I think it would behoove us to appeal to Dulkinus in such a manner,” I said. “We do not need to spread hatred of the guild, but we must speak on where the guild has failed. If Dulkinus’s request has been up for such a time, it is only fair that we address that fact. And our deeds will spread through word of mouth, as workers capable of meeting the demand that the guild has not.”

 

By now, I was looking fully at Siranae.

 

“We need not undermine, nor tarnish, nor insult the guild. But… if we are to achieve anything, we must at least compete with the guild. Does that sound acceptable to you, Dear…?”

 

Siranae, half-sunk in her seat, spoke with words muffled from behind the wooden table.

 

“If it will assist, Adelaide, then you will have me at your side.” She said quietly, looking away.

 

“Oh of course Adelaide, but you misunderstand: we need not spread hatred of the Guild.” Zerazani said. “We need only be quick and cheaper and say naught else.”

 

The Smeargle drummed her fingers together, her smile spreading whilst the Waiter brought food menus.

 

“The hate shall come on its own. Implications speak truer than any word in the world of nobles. And the seeds of discontent were spread long before Coronatus opened its doors.”

 

“Mmmph…” Came Siranae’s weak reply. She looked most conflicted, trapped between helping me and realizing her dream – a dream that seemed less and less based in any kind of reality the more the night went on.

 

I let out a defeated sigh. Siranae would not be happy with this, and yet she would not allow herself to object to it, either.

 

“So it seems,” I muttered, taking a sip thrice as big as the previous one. My nose twitched with distaste – I still had a palate ‘unrefined’ for Arceliaze – but made no gag of disgust. My paw curled around one of the menus, as I glanced over its selection.

 

“And… what of this Verigonus?” I looked up from the menu. “Would he be receptive to the services we’re offering?”

 

“Less so than Dulkinus, for I do not think his issue is quite as pressing? I need to gather more information on the nature of his issue.” Zerazani admitted. “But what may interest you, Adelaide, is that, as I said, Verigonus is of the Leaf Guild…and is also the father of Jalsa.”

 

Siranae stiffened a bit. She squirmed.

 

“I’d need to pull a few strings, firstly to see if a request was even submitted yet. But I think you understand the opportunity~!” Zerazani said with a smile. “The matter of price may be no concern, Jalsa might come all the same for her father. And if you worry familial bond will be a hindrance I can assure you Conveytion Verigonus is just as much a cost-cutting noble as the rest of them and wouldn’t hesitate to pass up his daughter to get work done for cheaper…from what I hear, they’re rather disappointed in her and find her work to be lacking anyway, so we could-“

 

“May we not talk of this?”

 

Zerazani paused, her eyebrows raised. She looked over to the Audino who squirmed in her seat.

 

“…it’s a nice restaurant. It’s really pretty and I’d like to just be here with my friends…” Siranae muttered. “May we please n-not talk of Jalsa any further for now?”

 

“Siranae, dear, this is very important business-“

 

“I…I said…please…” She quietly stammered, her eyes flicking to the Smeargle.

 

Zerazani, for once…seemed at a loss for words.

 

With a quick cough, Zerazani regained her composure.

 

“So that’s that. We’ve plenty to do to get our name out.” Zerazani said quickly. “Dare I say it’s worth mulling over for tonight but there’s not much to discuss, hm hm?”

 

Was…Zerazani…

 

…backtracking??

 

I quivered from the sound of it – from Siranae’s interruption. Never had she tried it before. Even when Zerazani was tormenting her with ideas of underhanded tactics, she waited her turn to plead and whimper.

 

She had no such restraint, now – it was only natural for Zerazani to be at such a loss. I was faring no better.

 

“Of…of course,” I said softly. “There is time for us to work later. It is no ordinary thing for us to dine in a restaurant like this, and with company… we should enjoy our time here.”

 

My gaze was drawn back to Siranae. Was I to chide her for being so bound to her ideals? Perhaps, but another part of me wished to congratulate her, for such boldness that she’d never shown. And…yet more of me would have been ashamed to congratulate her, as the one who caused her discomfort to begin with.

 

And so I sat there, posh as a Buizel could be, altogether weak in the soul. Dreadful.

 

An awkward silence settled over the three of us. To see Zerazani so silent, drumming her fingers on the edge of the table…it was hard to tell if it was amusing or disconcerting.

 

Despite the fact she was still slouched so low in her chair, Siranae towered over the both of us. The weight of all our duplicitous plans and talk of underhanded tactics began to weight heavy. Every proposed deception, redirection and mistruth was like a sin dragging my heart down.

 

“Hm…well.” Zerazani began, clicking her tongue with a shrug to banish the awkward silence. “I do suppose we can indulge in small talk…”

 

Another pause in the conversation.

 

Siranae’s eyes lifted up to look at the Smeargle. Zerazani, for her part, was looking as though she were searching for an ice breaker. For the atmosphere was, if nothing else, icy.

 

“For instance…” Zerazani began. “…I was so caught up in this little scheme to sneak commoners into the Arceali Guild that I failed to ask…why exactly do you both wish to join the guild? The fame? The fortune? The proximity to nobility? The high life of drink and dance and business?”

 

There was a hush over the table.

 

“…I wish to be a hero and to live like nobility.” Siranae’s voice piped up and admitted. “It is embarrassing, but, it is the truth. I want to help Poke’mon like the old stories of the Guild from after the War…”

 

Even with my apprehension… Siranae’s gentle words were a delight. It was a warm feeling, that she could hold onto her goals- in spite of what we had forced upon her.

 

“Ah…” Zerazani gave a strained smile, speaking through her teeth. “Of course. How very sweet…”

 

She turned her attention quickly to me.

 

“And you, Adelaide? I must admit you’re rather enigmatic in general. I supposed I’d expect nothing less from you of all Poke’mon.” Zerazani said, trying to relax herself.

 

I snapped out of a trance, remembering the inconvenience of my story. Siranae had accepted it with a kind heart… Kalae had tolerated it as a means to the end of our business.

 

What would Zerazani think of… ‘Adelaide’?

 

“Well…” I began weakly. “…in part, I wish to help Siranae. She has helped me find safety and comfort that I would not have known otherwise. She is my dearest friend, and she deserves my aid. As for myself…”

 

My voice grew weaker.

 

“I must admit… I am reluctant to share,” I said, tilting my snout down to the cup of Eksai. At least it could not judge me. “But…I am doing my best to speak with honesty, especially for Siranae’s sake. And I ask that you respect what I am doing, regardless of your belief in me.”

 

I sighed, bringing my gaze back to the Smeargle.

 

“What do you know about humans, Zerazani?”

 

Zerazani cocked her eyebrow. I had her attention immediately.

 

“Humans…humans humans…I have not given them much thought, truth be told.” Zerazani mused, her eyes wandering up towards the opulent ceiling. “Something to do with war? It’s all so dreadfully uncreative – a beast that makes Poke’mon fight for no reason? No complexity beyond that? It doesn’t even teach a lesson. Horrible folklore. Some primitive holdover from feral times when Poke’mon were just doing everything they could to tell each other to keep out of the woods.”

 

Siranae perked her ears as she realized what I was doing. A wary look crossed her face…but despite everything tonight the Audino kept silent, seeming to trust Zerazani.

 

Thus, the Smeargle brought her eyes back down to me.

 

“Why do you ask, Adelaide?”

 

“Hmph.”

 

I tipped my snout up now, as if drinking in the woman’s words more than the Eksai.

 

“I suppose you’re right, in a way – the stories of humans in Arceliaze, they don’t leave much to the imagination.” I said. “As Siranae told me, it only seems to be fears of a dark and otherworldly kind of evil… it is unrealistic.”

 

I huffed, looking at Zerazani with my lidded eyes. My voice lowered, as if telling a secret – but it was only from shame.

 

“I have no proof to share with you, no stunning icon of humanity. But…I am a human – or I was one, several weeks ago.” I sighed into my drink. “I lived in a city called Milan. No Arceliaze, no Arcea… no ‘Poke’mon’. Then…a voice awoke me, telling me that I was to find ‘Lippi’. The Conduit, it seems. And…after a fall, I arrived in this land. Transfigured into some, thing, some Buizel, and abandoned.”

 

My paw squeezed into the painted cup.

 

“If I wish to return home, I must speak with Lippi… if I wish to speak with Lippi, I must have proximity to that blasted guild. And for that… I must join their ranks, or otherwise coerce a visit with the Conduit.” I looked to the woman again. “That is my truth. I wish to return home.”

 

I braced myself for Zerazani’s response

 

Zerazani was…rather quiet…

 

Her expression was totally unreadable. A finger traced the rim of her gold cup.

 

Then, a small smile.

 

“Intriguing.” She said. “Tell me more about this ‘Milan’…a place of no Poke’mon? A voice that brought you here to find Lippi? I simply must hear of it.”

 

My body relaxed, and my eyes widened just so. Of all the responses she could have given, gentle interest was not one I expected.

 

“There are no Poke’mon in Milan. None in all the lands beyond it. Humans are the life and blood of my world, and animals – dull-witted beasts, creatures of nature – fill the world around them.” I said softly. “Humans are not unlike Poke’mon… they build, and study, and war all the same. Perhaps humans are less…uncouth than the average Poke’mon. But humans are closer to Poke’mon than those blood-sucking beasts of fairy tale.”

 

A small smile creased my snout.

 

“…And Milan is… a warm, dignified city, now within the The Kingdom of Italy. It is not so different from the gentle air of the Old District, but…more lively, and yet more peaceful. Men and women work together to uphold the values of their families. Even when they were under the rule of spineless cowards, like the Austrians. Foreign men that would snuff out any opposition to their rule.”

 

I spat those last words as if venom – but the light in my voice persisted.

 

“I was a nobildonna,” I whispered, stirring my drink, “A young woman of noble heritage. I was living with my sister, Piera. We were studying at the University of Bologna, and we were…”

 

A weak whine.

 

“…Quite happy.”

 

I stared back at Zerazani, the mirth draining from my words.

 

“Then, in my sleep…I heard a voice. A being like the light, that summoned me. I was to walk among the world of its creation… make ‘friends’. And find the woman that was close to that unnatural force – ‘Lippi’. She is the one that asked for me to be brought here.”

 

Siranae listened close, staring intently at me. Zerazani rested her chin upon her folded hands, her face one of interest…

 

…and surprisingly…not a look of faux-belief. But the honest interest of one listening to truth. All truth.

 

“Hm, then you dropped in Arcea and met Siranae from there? That’s all well and good but…” The Smeargle shifted, leaning forward. “Humans, like Poke’mon…I assume, then, they likely do not take the beastly form spoken of by masses most ignorant? What do the humans look like? You were a noble, truly? Yet you hardly act in the same manner as an Arcean noble despite speaking Arcean so fluently. Do they speak Arcean in The Kingdom of Italy? You sound like you detest these ‘Austrians’…”

 

Zerazani’s wealth of questions made Siranae’s eyes sparkle once more. It seemed the Audino had much of the same questions…and perhaps was either too polite to ask or had forgotten to do so.

 

However, Zerazani held up a hand, as though stopping her own barrage of questions.

 

“No…actually…tell me of your sister.” Zerazani requested. “I was unaware my dear friend had a sister, and a human to boot. You were both at University together? Studying anything in particular?”

 

I could hardly keep up with Zerazani’s many lines of questioning- I was relieved to be spared of them by much simpler requests. I stood up straighter in my seat, digits drumming on my cup.

 

“I was a philosophy student – I should think that I still am, even if my studies have been curtailed so. I was, perhaps, more bookish than most women…I was captivated by the clash between empiricism and ontologism. The material world of our senses, clashing with the existence of a higher power…both yielding such insights, and yet they cannot coexist. It fascinates me.”

 

I puffed softly, catching my breath.

 

“And Dear Piera, she is a philosophy student as well. Learning German, too-” I paused. “The language from Germany, as I must clarify…but she is a vivid mind. She let me speak the thoughts I otherwise kept sealed, and matched my insights with her own wit. She is…”

 

My voice weakened.

 

“She was… the only person I could ever talk to. Uncle Enzo became too busy with his own estate, and I was no longer a little girl that he would humor on a whim. Mother was far too concerned with me being crass, or uncivil, or simply unladylike – she did not enjoy hearing my thoughts. And…Father lost his life some years ago, before I could know him.”

 

I let one paw rest in my lap, as the other fiddled mindlessly with the cup. Eksai would not take the edge off of my deeper thoughts.

 

“I miss her dearly. And… my heart breaks, to think that she is alone. To know that I did not get to say farewell.”

 

Zerazani stared at me, drinking in every word. Her frown seemed to deepen as I let out more and more…and for a moment I wondered if I should have divulged so much information to the mad woman…

 

…yet she was so silent as I spoke of Enzo. Of mother and my late father…

 

…and of how much I missed Piera.

 

“Oh, Adelaide…” Siranae huffed quietly, holding her hands to her chest. “I could never have imagined…I only feel bad that I had not asked soone-“

 

“What do humans look like?” Zerazani prodded at once, as though having not heard a word I said. Yet there was…something behind the question. “And what of Piera? Just for curiosity’s sake, I’d like to visualize her when I think of her, you understand. Be specific as you can.”

 

I stalled at Zerazani’s question- I didn’t expect her inquisitive mood to shift that way. Was she simply that invested in the details?

 

…it felt like something more. And… timidly, I continued.

 

“Humans are… well, taller than this.” I gestured with one paw to my body. “Nearly twice this height, although I was less tall than others. We have hair that drapes down from our heads… small, triangular noses- no snouts. My skin was a beige hue, although some were pale as snow or dark as pitch. Slender and soft fingers, no tails, no strange powers… and-“

 

I puffed.

 

“Piera has… short, blackish-brown hair, that comes up in curls. Her face is still freckled, and she can smile softly or grin like mad, as she pleases. Perhaps she was weightier than other girls, but she wore her body well. And…she was majestic, in her own right. I only wish I could have been as naturally charming as she.” A grimace. “Not that I am much in comparison now…”

 

“Oh hush with that, Adelaide, self-depreciation hardly befits you.” Zerazani waved away that last statement with a roll of her eyes. “But how interesting. That’s far and away different from the uncreative monsters humans are made out to be. Yes, yes, I think I like your description better. Bare skin with only a tuft of hair at the head….short, blackish brown hair that comes up in curls…freckles, too. Would that be over the that triangular nose…? What of her eyes? You say she was weightier? Compared to what?”

 

Those strange questions kept coming. Zerazani circled what food she wanted on the menu without even breaking the pace of her speech. The details she prodded for were so bizarrely specific. Siranae was so entranced by them all that she nearly forgot to circle her own choice of food in the menu.

 

At last, Zerazani was satisfied. After asking after thickness, the size of the nose in comparison to the face, the jawline, the size of the eyes, the ears, everything, there was no way she could have possibly had a more detailed description of a human. I hadn’t even thought so much of Piera’s countenance, but the mad Smeargle had demanded I recount every last inch of my sister.

 

I strained to communicate all the details of a ‘human’. Bright eyes, smaller ears, the necessity of our clothing in comparison to Pokemon…Piera’s proportions and details, as far as I could remember them. Zerazani’s probing comments, at the least, guided me through the memories.

 

She was still so vivid, still there, in my mind – and yet only the memory of her. My stomach ached.

 

“Thank you, Adelaide, it’s been most enlightening.” Zerazani chortled, her tail swishing behind her. “I must say, you come from a very interesting background. Noble of a world unknown, hm? And seemingly so similar to ours…”

 

“So…you believe Adelaide?” Siranae asked hopefully.

 

“Of course I do, why shouldn’t I?” Zerazani huffed. “The alternative is that she’s mad and conjured it all up in her head. And that’s boring, so mundane. I elect for her words to be true, I prefer that reality – much more interesting~!”

 

“I am… thankful,” I said weakly. “Whether preference or genuine belief, it means quite a lot to be heard. I haven’t found many souls with whom I could share myself in full, whether in Arcea or otherwise.”

 

I sniffled, and took another heavy sip of the Eksai.

 

“But… I suppose, my curiosity has been piqued in turn. What of you, Zerazani? …Miss Zerazani?” I looked to the Smeargle again. “We’ve sat here sharing our deepest thoughts and plans – and yet, I don’t even know your full name. What life have you lived, that brought you to us?”

 

The Smeargle brought a finger to her chin, her eyes lifting upwards as the waiter came by to take our menus.

 

“Hmm…let me see…” The Smeargle trilled quietly, drumming her fingers on the table. “…I suppose some might call me ‘Zerazani of Laesi’, though I’m hardly a Laesi native. Though considering the pop-up nature of that city I don’t think anyone that lives there can remotely consider themselves a ‘native’, but…”

 

She leaned forward, her hands folded. Siranae frowned, tilting her head curiously.

 

“Let me see…I was born in a servant shack just on the outskirts of a castle in an Illaminian forest. It was a magical forest, blessed by a golden light than shone on my egg just before I hatched…” Zerazani smiled wistfully…and Siranae, to no surprise, squirmed. “Thusly did I hatch with a brush in hand, setting to work on painting my vision of the beautiful Goddess’s realm. Shapes and lines and circles in a world most abstract yet so tangible.”

 

She flicked her hand, closing her eyes.

 

“Thus did I set out on my pilgrimage, capturing the world in painting and sketching but always yearning to create beyond what I could see. To capture the veil beyond the visible – the true depths of our own souls. My parents, names forgotten, did happily see me off as I went to creating meaning in a world so often devoid of it.”

 

The Smeargle paused…and nodded.

 

“Yes…that will do. Oh if only you could see it like I do.”

 

“Uhm…” Siranae was quiet, squirming a little as Zerazani finished. She didn’t want to speak up but the implication was obvious…not that I needed Siranae to point out the obvious.

 

“Ah, that is…” I coughed lightly. “Well, a very unique tale. Not many Poke’mon would have an origin like that.”

 

I swished and stirred the drink in my paw, mulling over my options, taking another sip.

 

“And, yet…you have trusted me far more than most would. Why, even the mention of Lombardy has earned me skepticism. I have no evidence to offer but my own memory, either.”

 

Even with a smidge of discontent, I found the strength to smile.

 

“I choose to believe you, Zerazani. You are more honest, more unique than most…and I should like to trust my friends.”

 

A soft chuckle escaped my lips- how far was I into the Eksai? The cup felt quite light.

 

“In your own words, such a reality is much more interesting.” I finished. “And, of all Poke’mon I’ve known, you are most likely to be born from an egg under a golden light.”

 

A smile spread over Zerazani’s face at my reply. But not a haughty smile…

 

…it was the warmest expression I’d ever seen on the woman’s face.

 

“Just as you, Adelaide, are the only Poke’mon in the world I could imagine being a human from a Kingdom unknown. It’s very fitting for you.” The Smeargle said, taking another sip of Eksai. “I think I would love to visit Milan some day and see its spires for myself. Why, I could be the first Poke’mon to paint an alien land, think of that! My, such already sounds more interesting than capturing my own, mundane world.”

 

“I could only imagine what a sight you would be, in the simple streets of Milan.” I mused to the Smeargle. “Perhaps even a human yourself, as I was changed in your world – but nothing would change that quintessential nature of yours, aha.”

 

I smiled to Zerazani, and to Siranae in turn, hoping to dissuade her confusion. Did the story feel likely, in relation to how manic our first encounter with Zerazani was? Perhaps not. But… there was no reason to lie, not here.

 

This was Zerazani’s truth, and I would not mind letting her live it.

 

Siranae cocked her head, glancing at me as I accepted Zerazani’s story. She was clearly just as surprised by my response as she had been to the Smeargle’s story…but ultimately shrugged and returned to her drink.

 

“If you’d be willing to indulge me, Adelaide,” Zerazani said, leaning forward in her chair. “I’ve become most enraptured with The Kingdom of Italy…”

 

So began a new barrage of questions.

 

But ‘enraptured’ did not describe the half of it, for the Smeargle wished to hear of everything about my home, my studies, from the moment our food was on the table to the very last bite vanishing from the plates.

 

The unthinkable had happened.

 

I managed to have…a pleasant night with Zerazani of all people.

 

So the night went – my mind was picked for every detail of the world I knew, from the first memory I had, to the familiar sounds of steam engines roaring by my dormitory. The Eksai was filled again, and downed again – and my spirits were as light as air.

 

To be truthful, and to be heard, with Siranae and Zerazani…it was a blessed thing.

 

When the three of us exited the restaurant at last it was already deep in the night. We’d only scurried out under the glares of the staff and even then Zerazani made something of a show of taking her time to leave (she was, it seemed, not immune to the effect of Eksai).

 

The Smeargle had to part quickly from Siranae and I to return to her home in the North Farming District. Yet before leaving…she said to me:

 

“Adelaide…thank you very much for tonight. The stories and descriptions of your home were most enthralling and filled me with wonder I thought long lost. I hope you, in turn, can find some wonder here as well.”

 

I smiled to Zerazani, with her kind and gentle words. Eksai or no, the merriment she brought was… much needed, in the wake of all that had come before it. I scarcely imagined the evening would end- but she had a home to rest in, as did we.

 

“Thank you, as well. I’ve seen a bit of wonder already, in the companions I’ve made.”

 

And that was our final word for the night. Zerazani left us and we, in turn, went back to the Illaminian district, where already the noise and music was quieting down.

 

Two days. Two days from now the Art Showcase would begin. Our first major step towards finally joining the Arceali Guild.

 

Or, perhaps better…outdoing and outshining it.

 

Once Siranae and I had returned to Hipisemi Street, the Audino took a moment to make some warm drinks to help the both of us sober and to perhaps prevent any illness in the morning after.

 

She stepped into the living room with two cups of tea. The lights were dim, giving the home a very comfy atmosphere as the day wound down. The Audino nestled into one of the relaxing chairs, setting a cup down for me.

 

“It won’t be long now…” Siranae sighed, a quiet giddiness in her voice.

 

I sipped eagerly from the drink Siranae had prepared. I detested the thought of ailing again, and I was quite ready to return from the drunkeness that hung over me.

 

I looked up from my drink as the girl spoke, and gave her a smile.

 

“It feels like ages since we first planned to attend the Art Showcase… but, I admit – I am excited at the prospect. It has been too long since I could…”

 

I puffed, my smile an ounce sadder.

 

“Since I could feel like a noblewoman.”

 

“If I may…some part of me is excited to see you in your element like that.” Siranae admited with a sheepish smile. “I’ve always found you to be so well-mannered and…’graceful’, as you say…I should think you’l fit right in with all in attendance.”

 

I felt a warmth rise to my cheeks, with her compliments. I could only hope that she was right.

 

Siranae took a deep breath…straightened her back and gave a confident smile.

 

“And so shall I! I’ll be most happy to do what I can to assist you!” Siranae’s voice now reverberated loud and clear. I snapped awake from my daze of intoxication as Siranae showed her noble boldness. “I’ll be most excited to visit Kura M’Zan, where the Showcase is held! I’ve heard it’s quite a beautiful village but confess I’ve had little time to see for mysef…!”

 

I couldn’t help but giggle- not from amusement per se, but from delight.

 

“I am excited to see you in that space, too.” I said mirthfully. “You’ve learned so well- and you deserve to enjoy the occasion.”

 

Siranae paused, a thoughtful look on her face.

 

“But I must ask…from what you and Zerazani had discuss…” Siranae ventured…almost cautiously. “Who…do you plan on talking to most, do you think?”

 

My eagerness dimmed with the question.

 

Did Siranae still wish to talk about these matters, or… did she feel that she had to?

 

“In truth…” I said softly, “My hope was to speak with Conveytion Dulkinus, whose problem seems most aligned with our work. Even disregarding any of our…plans, fulfilling the request of a Conveytion should no doubt aid our cause. And, if the Arceali Guild does not wish to fulfill it, there is no harm done.”

 

I puffed gently down at my cup.

 

“But, I know this affair is…sordid. And, should you wish it, I will not seek out the Conveytions at all on the night of the Showcase.” My eyelids lowered. “I…do not think I can do it, in good conscience, if my dearest friend would be distressed on what may result.”

 

“And I cannot, in good conscience, object if my dearest friend must thusly remain separated from her sister.”

 

Siranae’s words were immediate. Her face was almost…stony as she said it.

 

Slowly, the Audino set her cup down, her eyes trailed down at her reflection.

 

“Truthfully, I feel ashamed at how selfish I’ve been behaving.” Siranae said. “Only after much mulling have I found my insistence on my own comfort to be…”

 

She huffed, lifting her gaze up to me.

 

“If our actions cause Jalsa distress it will hurt. And I shall feel monstrous.” Siranae said, truthfully. “But both of these feelings will be temporary…whilst you remain away from your sister indefinitely should nothing be done…”

 

The Audino smiled. It was a sad smile laced with sympathy.

 

“…you miss her so, Adelaide.”

 

I let my eyes drift away from Siranae. I could not bear to look at her, while she spoke those last few words.

 

My paw quivered on my cup.

 

“I… appreciate that, very much. I only wish that she could know what had happened, that I am trying to return…”

 

My breath caught in my throat. I forced a smile, looking back to Siranae.

 

“I wish that she could know what a kind, pure soul was helping me reach that point.”

 

I sputtered out a sigh, sipping from the warm cup again.

 

“You aren’t selfish, Siranae. You have your morals, your desires for the world, and to verge against those is a painful process for anyone. I do not wish for destruction, or despair – in truth, I would be quite happy if we could simply appeal to Jalsa. But Arcea has not been so easy to navigate.”

 

It hurt, to be so blunt with her. But I knew that she deserved better than a softening of the truth.

 

“Whatever happens…I will do my best to uphold your values.” I promised. “Arceliaze should be guided by heroes, who take the pleas of the needy and resolve them for a better tomorrow. I would want nothing less than to leave this world in such a state.”

 

Siranae gave a small smile, though she hardly seemed satisfied. Only acceptintg.

 

“I see this may perhaps be something we perhaps disagree on…” Siranae said softly. “After tonight…after hearing your descriptions of Milan, Lombardy…Piera…”

 

Her hands slowly came forward, holding my paws in her rough handhold.

 

“You are far and away my priority, Adelaide.” The Audino said, with all sincerity in her voice. “I do not wish for you to spend one more moment away from your family and loved ones that you need to…”

 

Even as she said this…her grip on my hands tightened ever so slightly.

 

“We can, perhaps…what is the word…? Compromise. I don’t wish for you to cut off your route to Lippi on my account. But I trust, too, that you would never do anything truly horrible.” The Audino gave a small bounce and smile. “I’ve know you as pure of character since I first met you…and I’ve yet to be proven wrong – you are and will always be my best friend for a reason. And thusly shall I do my best to be the same for you.”

 

Her roughshod fingers stroked over my hands.

 

“…you’ll see her again. I promise.”

 

I nodded, slowly. My lips wouldn’t stop quivering.

 

“In truth…it has been…difficult, to say that I am okay.” My voice came out uneven but I help my composure as best I could. “When I feel ever distant from my old life, and the guild, and…her. But…”

 

I gripped the girl’s hands in turn, finding solace in them. Time after time… Dear Siranae was there for me.

 

“It means…so, so much to be aided, as you have aided me,” I finally said. “You have made me feel that home is not so far away. And…I do not think I will ever be able to repay such a blessing.”

 

I raised my snout, giving Siranae a weary smile.

 

“I am most fortunate to have a best friend like you.” I said to her. “If I am your priority, then I will not stop you…I only promise to adhere to the morality you deserve. And, when I see Piera again…”

 

A weak sniffle.

 

“I will tell her that the kindest hero I have ever known, was the girl who guided me home.”

 

The Audino smiled warmly hearing that, even as her eyes sparkled with something…something distantly sad.

 

“I will be happy to have been given good word to your sister, whom I can only suspect is as wonderful as you are.”

 

We both sat there a moment. Siranae’s eyes flicked down towards my hands and she seemed to simply…feel my paws in her grasp for a while. As though relishing in my presence for that brief moment, as I was hers.

 

There was a faint…flickering light…when I was trapped a million miles from home. A small light keeping me warm in my prison of loneliness.

 

I let my paws rest in her hands – little else was so soothing in this world. The light of her soul was a beacon through the heavy darkness of uncertainty.

 

But as another moment dragged on…a noise crept between us both.

 

A light, faint knock at the door. So quiet and soft as though it didn’t wish to be truly heard.

 

I flinched, my head tilting to the door with annoyance. Was I not owed some solace and comfort with Dear Siranae?

 

“Ah, allow me.” I shook off the immature feelings, rising up from my seat. Siranae nodded, though her hands lingered as I moved away, the girl standing with me and following a few steps behind as I opened the door halfway to peer outside.

 

And outside I was greeted with…

 

…nothing.

 

A dark street. The bulletin board silently stood across the way from our house. The tall surrounding buildings stood shadowy and silent. Even Julminae’s shop was dark and devoid of life at this time of night. A chilled wind blew inside as small flurries of snow fill from the sky.

 

Nothing was amiss on the frosty road…except for one thing.

 

A small, flat box on our doorstep, no larger than a book would be. Pink in color with a red ribbon tied atop it. Already slowly being buried in snow.

 

I narrowed my brow. Whether a practical joke or an attempt to intimidate, I was not happy with being disturbed like this.

 

My eyes fell upon the odd box, which I slowly leaned down to grab. A gift from Zerazani? No, she would be more open with displays of gifting…Julminae, then? Or Kalae?

 

Siranae stood a ways from me, simply watching…though curious when she saw nobody at the door.

 

I turned, pressing the door closed with my other paw – as I slowly drew the ribbon off of the package. Slowly, it fell away from the gift.

 

The box had a loose lid which was easy enough to slide off and once I did…

 

…it was hard not to drop the box right on the floor in shock.

 

For someone stared back at me. On a small book-sized canvas, rendered in stunning realistic black and white in graphite…

 

A pale face…

 

Short, dark hair that came up in curls.

 

Soft freckles upon a small triangular nose.

 

A soft smile betraying a measure of cheek.

 

Only a few details were missing or misplaced but…

 

…there was no doubt who it was I was staring at. I recognized her immediately.

 

And there, a small slip of paper tucked into its side.

 

‘I do hope this will suffice until you can see the real thing, my little raincloud’

 

I stared at the face within the box. Her eyes were gentle, and kind. I could have sworn she bore a little smirk for me.

 

“Ah, this…”

 

I turned to Siranae, holding up the image in one paw.

 

“It’s quite lovely, isn’t it…?”

 

I tried to smile again. A heat scorched my face from within.

 

“The hair, and the posing. She’s even got the right kind of gown on. She loves her comfortable attire, especially in these winter months.”

 

I could barely see the Audino. My vision was a haze, and wetness streaked across my cheeks. Each word was choked out of a drying throat.

 

“Another one of Zerazani’s little miracles, it seems… hahah…”

 

Siranae’s eyes traced over the little object in my hand. Her ears flicked and a look of wonderment and worry crossed her countenance all at once.

 

“It’s…beautiful, but-“

 

Her eyes flicked to me.

 

“…Adelaide…? Are…you well…?”

 

“Me…? Of course, h-hah…”

 

I sniffled hard, raising my other arm and wiping off the droplets streaking on my face.

 

“I apologize, for being so uncouth…i-it is just…”

 

I stepped forward, yet my paws gave out beneath me. In a moment of weakness, my body fell against Siranae’s. My arms wrapped around her tightly, and my sniveling snout was pressed against her cheek.

 

“I didn’t expect…to feel a joy such as this tonight…”

 

My paw squeezed the edges of the portrait, gentle enough to cause no damage, firm enough to keep it safe.

 

Siranae’s arms were around me in a moment. She squeezed me securely against herself, a hand stroking through my fur.

 

Warmth.

 

All around me was warmth. Kind warmth.

 

Siranae’s loving embrace…and a portrait of a loved one longed for made in understanding…

 

The Audino supported me…and let me outpour all my joy in the comfort of home.

 

I rested against Siranae, nestled into that loving hold. For the first time in days, and yet what felt like years, I wept.

 

In that quiet, tender, beautiful moment…it felt as though everything would be okay.

 

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~ CHAPTER 20 ~

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