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Azlat spent the morning preparing, for she had the company of Queen Esmeralda, and had earmarked the day to converse with the regent. There were matters of formality and matters of diplomacy to deal with, as well as matters of comradery of which the two women had grown to share. She had known Route for a while, and the had become a second home to her, as well as a welcoming friend of Thagretis. Everything had been going well, until she heard a panicked yell from her son. Azlat rose from her seat immediately and left her room in an instant, nearly colliding with Eklos who had sprinted over.
“Mom! You gotta do something!”
“Are you o͠kay? What's wrong, dear?” Azlat answered, worried and confused.
“It’s the plague! It’s here! It’s outside!” Eklos explained in shock, following Azlat as she burst out of her room in a rush. Speeding briskly down the hall, they both continued past others who displayed little concern over the believed disaster. Only Azlat and Eklos knew of the plague the white ash brought, and only she was qualified to provide them protection against what they could not recognize.
Descending down the stairs towards the main foyer, Azlat and Eklos rushed to a large window from which a castle servant was gazing out. Enough had fallen that the once green ground was entirely dusted with white. It was real, and it had arrived upon them.
“The draconic pla͠gue fal͠l͢s fr͟om the sk̸y!” Azlat announced, her words prompting questioning from the servant. She may have wished destruction upon the northern lands, perhaps even prayed for it – but she did not wish for any harm upon Route! Were she not so panicked, the realization that there were northerners she truly cared for might have stunned her. All she could concern herself with in the moment was the provision of a cure. She and Eklos had the Holy Elder Dragon’s blood flowing through their veins, immunizing them to the effect. The rest would be vulnerable and unknowing, and Azlat would have to take it upon herself to see them suffer no casualties from the catastrophe befalling them.
“Plague?”
“A catastrophe docưmented in Thagretan text, carrying disease, and a fa̸te worse than death. I’ve no idea why we are to suffer it, but I hold both tr͞eatment and cure!” Azlat continued in her tone of panic. She was thankful Eklos was present, for he could tend to that while she prepared to modify her sermon. To preach now became of utmost importance, she believed, as this would have never happened had she not waited so long to dispense holy truth to the masses.
“Eklos, I need your help. Go alert the oth͠ers while I st͟art prepar̵ing the cure, and-”
“Oh, what’s going on?” Asked another of the servants, approaching with curiosity at the commotion.
“Lady Ushus contends that the snow has been cursed.” Warned the other, prompting Azlat to slowly turn her head from the window.
“...Hold. Wha͝t’s snow?” Azlat finally inquired.
Esmeralda
“Mom! You gotta do something!”
“Are you o͠kay? What's wrong, dear?” Azlat answered, worried and confused.
“It’s the plague! It’s here! It’s outside!” Eklos explained in shock, following Azlat as she burst out of her room in a rush. Speeding briskly down the hall, they both continued past others who displayed little concern over the believed disaster. Only Azlat and Eklos knew of the plague the white ash brought, and only she was qualified to provide them protection against what they could not recognize.
Descending down the stairs towards the main foyer, Azlat and Eklos rushed to a large window from which a castle servant was gazing out. Enough had fallen that the once green ground was entirely dusted with white. It was real, and it had arrived upon them.
“The draconic pla͠gue fal͠l͢s fr͟om the sk̸y!” Azlat announced, her words prompting questioning from the servant. She may have wished destruction upon the northern lands, perhaps even prayed for it – but she did not wish for any harm upon Route! Were she not so panicked, the realization that there were northerners she truly cared for might have stunned her. All she could concern herself with in the moment was the provision of a cure. She and Eklos had the Holy Elder Dragon’s blood flowing through their veins, immunizing them to the effect. The rest would be vulnerable and unknowing, and Azlat would have to take it upon herself to see them suffer no casualties from the catastrophe befalling them.
“Plague?”
“A catastrophe docưmented in Thagretan text, carrying disease, and a fa̸te worse than death. I’ve no idea why we are to suffer it, but I hold both tr͞eatment and cure!” Azlat continued in her tone of panic. She was thankful Eklos was present, for he could tend to that while she prepared to modify her sermon. To preach now became of utmost importance, she believed, as this would have never happened had she not waited so long to dispense holy truth to the masses.
“Eklos, I need your help. Go alert the oth͠ers while I st͟art prepar̵ing the cure, and-”
“Oh, what’s going on?” Asked another of the servants, approaching with curiosity at the commotion.
“Lady Ushus contends that the snow has been cursed.” Warned the other, prompting Azlat to slowly turn her head from the window.
“...Hold. Wha͝t’s snow?” Azlat finally inquired.
Esmeralda
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