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Shalimar's Argument
Placing Wynn back where she was, Lord Avondale said, "I am pleased that you are concerned for Wynn, lad, as we all are--but no one here is calling you a coward. Granted there is no safe way to bring Wynn's memories back--but do not underestimate me or my powers, boy."
Placing a hand on Lord Avondale's arm, Shalimar looked at Wynn but said to Kaku, "You're dishonoring the Dynasty, Uncle. You are worried about her, that I can see and understand. But perhaps we do not need you as much as Lord Avondale seems to think. Wynn and I grew up on a strange planet with its own time line separate from this world, so of course we are going to be different than you remember us."
"Shalimar," Wolf started.
"No, Wolf," Shalimar said to him. Raising her eyes to look at her uncle with a neutral look on her face, Shalimar said, "I will bring Wynn to you when we restore her, but you will have no further part in this. This is not only out of concern for Wynn, but I will not have her wake up to bickering between her father and my grandsire."
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Connecting with the Gwees
Looking over at Shalimar as she made her speech, Lord Avondale kept a neutral face. He was about to respond when Rose's two Gwees contacted him.
Sensing n** outside with Flan, Lord Avondale responded to the Gwees and included Flan in on the message so that Flan could pass it onto n**. As an after thought, he included Taran--for the young Dragoon could have easily contacted him himself.
<Yes, thank you for reminding me--it is a bit of a powder keg in here with young Kaku disputing how best to restore Wynn. Flan, keep n** outside--I'll be sending Taran out to the two of you in a moment. >
<Okay, > Flan replied. <Mosquito's not happy waiting in the sun though so you might speed it up. >
<Very well, > Lord Avondale said. <n**, Taran. The two of you need to head South. There you will meet two very important members of the Dragon Dynasty. Handle them with care, they've been through much. >
<Mosquito wants to know who they are, > Flan said.
<I cannot reveal their names for now, > Lord Avondale said. Getting an idea, he sent a mental image to Flan only. A long time ago, he had figured out how to encode such an image so that it could not be passed telepathically to anyone else.
<She's pretty and he's kind of cute, > Flan said. <Who're they? And why can't I share the picture? >
<You wanted your fun, Lady Flannery-- >
<It's Flan. >
<--and this is how you're going to have it. >
<...Okie dokie! >
<A word of warning. They will not know who they are until they see familiar faces. This is one of the most important reasons why I did not want anyone else to go for I do not want their memories to return without some guidance. >
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Attack of the N00bies
"Excuse me, sir?" the woman with pale blue hair asked, stepping up to the young man with white hair. "Can you tell me where we are at?"
"I would love to do so, ma'am," the man replied. "Except I don't know either."
"Donate to me?" someone asked suddenly. Glancing around, the two saw a youngling standing behind the man. The youngling had a peasant's dress on with little booties with holes in them.
"Do we look like we could donate to you?" the man asked.
He had neglected to notice that he was wearing an expensive white silk musketeer shirt, black tuxedo pants, black tuxedo shoes, a yellow headband, and black finger-less gloves with a white stripe over the back of the hand. Or that the woman was wearing a blue gown with pearls crisscrossing at the waist, a pearl necklace, and pearl earrings.
"Donate plz?" the youngling asked again, taking a step towards the two. It was immediately joined by two more. It was hard to tell the three apart as they all looked pretty much alike.
Gently pushing the woman behind him, the man said, "We have nothing to donate to you beggars. Be off with you!"
"B mai fr!3nd plz?" someone asked from behind them.
Glancing over his shoulder, the man saw what he thought was a replica of the one who was asking for donations. "What the hell? Where are they coming from!?"
"Donate plz? B mai fr!3nd plz? Donate plz? B mai fr!3nd plz? Donate plz? B mai fr!3nd plz?" [+1]
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