Nov. 3rd, 2016

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Title -- "Love and Loyalty: Aeren" Book Two Chapter Five 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

In the Reception Hall, before the court and Inquisitors, Kovar had declared a storm was imminent. The bright morning seemed to belie his prediction, but shortly after Aeren’s attorney went his way, the sky darkened and the view of the mountains from Aeren’s beautiful cream and gold and blue apartment was almost completely obscured by a grey wall of wind and snow. He stood watching the beauty and chaos through the enormous windows, a sullen and quiet figure, wondering if the vista was a portent of his future here in the cold halls of Teramis.

He’d removed the flimsy shirt that made a decoration of him that morning, and replaced it with a comfortable and thick pure white sweater, that he had to doff shortly after, for as Kovar commanded, a tailor arrived in the late afternoon to take Aeren’s measure with a little scanning device. Kovar’s provisions for Aeren’s wardrobe would be supplemented soon with simple cadet uniforms, proper clothing for the gymnasium and, Aeren was surprised to hear, court clothing in the style of Teramis. He knew that the training he would receive could require that he be sequestered for weeks or even months. Aeren had no idea how long he would be isolated or how deep the isolation would be. It could be quite a while before he’d be allowed to attend court again and would need formal clothes. Then again, the style and craftsmanship Kovar would no doubt demand could require a long time to prepare.

Aeren paced the room before the big window framing the grey storm, his feet bare, his hair loose, flowing over the thick, comfortable sweater, which was slightly too big for his slender frame. Aeren had always chosen his own isolation. Fleeing to the mountains for weeks, disappearing without a word, wrapping himself up in the cool quiet of the mountains and the song of the stones. Now isolation was being forced upon him. He wasn’t sure he liked it, and it had been only his first day.

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