Dec. 19th, 2016

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Seven Part TWO

Author-- AnonymousAvatar
series -- A Distant Soil
Disclaimer -- Colleen Doran owns all
Rating -- NC-17
Characters/Pairing -- Seren/ Kovar, D'mer/Seren
Summary -- The Avatar and his Shield Kovar must face a conspiracy that threatens everyone and everything they love. Kovar and Aeren get to know one another a little better. Comedy and Drama Ensues.

PART I PART II PART III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part VIX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Part XIV Part XV Part XVI Part XVII Part VXIII Part VIX
Part XX Part XXI XXII





Aeren did not intend to take a nap as he’d been ordered to do, but he found himself dozing off anyway, until the Prince informed him the tram was nearing their destination and it was time to gear up. The Prince and his squire were suited for the worst Ovanan winters had to throw at them: undersuits with temperature controls, oversuits with secondary temperature control, parkas, masks, heavy boots, ski-shoes and hoods.

The climate control waned near the edge of the city. The outer limits were cool, but not nearly as cold as the snowy plains beyond. Kovar hesitated as they stepped off the tram platform. Then he nudged Aeren.

The squire turned to see the Inquisitors standing at the far edge of the platform, surrounded by two Octets of Kovar’s finest. The Inquisitors looked quite put out, and were underdressed for the cool weather that chilled the platform even though they were still on the city’s underground level.

You said they were gone! Aeren thought.

They are gone. From the palace. Kovar returned. They took my private tram here hours ago. But I’m afraid there has been a serious delay with the transport from Rereshad. An avalanche. Or a storm. Or a mechanical malfunction. They could be stuck here for awhile. And them without proper coats, he added with mock concern.

No one appeared to be providing warm cover for the Inquisitors, or any other hospitality. They sipped hot drinks bought from a cheap walkway vendor nearby. Kovar felt Aeren’s amusement at the sight of their sour faces. Then the men slipped into the crowd of workers emerging onto the glidewalks to the city above where the cold air sent a blast of chill down the tubes. Kovar’s long legs cut a swath through the throng, Aeren struggling to keep up. Teramis men and women were almost all taller than he was, though servants and visitors from other Houses were more common on the outer edges of the capital city. Kovar navigated the streets and alleys with the certainty of a man who had done it many times before.

In minutes, they arrived at the office of a dealer who rented and sold snow skiffs. The place was scruffy, and the offerings were second rate and overpriced. The last place a Prince would do business, which is why Kovar did business there.

Shields were common customers, palace Shields rarer, and the dealer looked Aeren over skeptically. Aeren’s eccentric snowsuit and bright red and white parka with its ancient, intricate crystal adornments had been replaced by the illusion of a plain student’s severe environment wear. The enhancer also dampened his aura until it disappeared, Aeren’s glamour gone, but Kovar had not calibrated it to make him taller. “Cadet,” said Kovar, noting the dealer’s doubtful glare.

“Is he legal? I won’t have to do with any funny business going on with boys from the creche,” said the dealer with a growl.

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