From Philomina Pirian's gala at the Pirian Estate did they depart. Two years had it been since Logan Banick and Kailani Tal'deneshaar had last seen one another, and at the gala that they were reunited. But the gala proved an inadequate setting.
You powers are astonishing, and to them I owe a great deal.
This Logan had whispered to her. This, Logan feared, might be the very thing which could come to be more dangerous than any foe to the Republic of Vel Anir. For while both of them had served in the Anirian Guard, it was the harsh tradition and law of the land that those with magic were all to be sent to the Academy. A high crime indeed for those with the gift of magic to seek to avoid it.
Thus the weight of their discussion. The thread which begged mightily to be resolved.
One such thread among others, Logan thought, if you are being honest with yourself.
Yes. What futures hung delicately in the balance.
Kailani, visiting from the lands of the Tal'deneshaars in the North, had for herself a room at The Immaculate, an inn which, much like the Golden Rose Cafe, catered only to Vel Anir's upper crust.
Logan shut the door to the room, leaning his back into it. The lights inside the room were magical, soft and easy on the eyes. The bedroom was canopied and the there was an attached washroom, and out through the window could the winking lights of lanterns and candles and torches and other such things be seen across the span of Vel Anir. This single room contained within it more luxury than Logan and Kai had ever known in their service together in the Guard.
Logan reached up and pulled off his ascot.
"I had nearly forgotten how to properly wear one of these," he said, holding the ascot up. "Yet it came back, the memory of it, all of its own accord."
And he smiled.
"How effortlessly we can slip back into the familiar."
Kailani Tal'deneshaar
You powers are astonishing, and to them I owe a great deal.
This Logan had whispered to her. This, Logan feared, might be the very thing which could come to be more dangerous than any foe to the Republic of Vel Anir. For while both of them had served in the Anirian Guard, it was the harsh tradition and law of the land that those with magic were all to be sent to the Academy. A high crime indeed for those with the gift of magic to seek to avoid it.
Thus the weight of their discussion. The thread which begged mightily to be resolved.
One such thread among others, Logan thought, if you are being honest with yourself.
Yes. What futures hung delicately in the balance.
Kailani, visiting from the lands of the Tal'deneshaars in the North, had for herself a room at The Immaculate, an inn which, much like the Golden Rose Cafe, catered only to Vel Anir's upper crust.
Logan shut the door to the room, leaning his back into it. The lights inside the room were magical, soft and easy on the eyes. The bedroom was canopied and the there was an attached washroom, and out through the window could the winking lights of lanterns and candles and torches and other such things be seen across the span of Vel Anir. This single room contained within it more luxury than Logan and Kai had ever known in their service together in the Guard.
Logan reached up and pulled off his ascot.
"I had nearly forgotten how to properly wear one of these," he said, holding the ascot up. "Yet it came back, the memory of it, all of its own accord."
And he smiled.
"How effortlessly we can slip back into the familiar."
Kailani Tal'deneshaar
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