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Eveel went: "ew" as Tamuril kissed Takara, the dragon rubbing his snout with a paw before jumping off of the bed so he couldn't see. Takara brought her own hand up and placed it on Tamuril's shoulder, responding by softly kissing him back. Her eyes didn't close, her eyelids simply lowering and locking onto Tamuril's cheeks. Her vision was blurred since he was so close, though that didn't bother her. Then she did close her eyes, holding the kiss for just a bit longer before she slowly pulled back and then put her cheek against his neck. She could hear the pulse beating in his neck, another sign that he was really alive. In this was a dream, she wasn't sure if she wanted it to end or not. Being with Tamuril was wonderful, but if it was just a lie what would be the point? But as she took in a breath and smelt Tamuril's scent, she knew that it wasn't. However part of her mind still clung to this being a dream, even though Takara pushed it down to the bottom of her mind.

There were many, many things that Takara needed to take care of right now. But she didn't want to, not now, she wanted to be with Tamuril. This was another reason she hated being queen. The council was probably handling things right now, and they might even reject Takara's help after hearing of Takara's small outburst. Now Takara was reminded of exactly what she'd done to her room after she'd learned that Tamuril had "died." First she knocked something over and then wind had appeared and literally ripped up everything in the room. And now almost all of Trusar knew of her outburst, her loss of emotions. Takara closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and then letting it out very slowly. Who knew what would come of that?

"You should get some sleep." Takara whispered softly as her eyes reopened.

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Soon he jumped out of the tree and started to wonder the castle, his mind preoccupied. His body just seemed to move out of way for when people walked up to him. He saw the occasional wounded soldier, and some healers who wanted him to go to the infirmary. He flatly refused, the healers just shaking their heads since they couldn't do anything because he still held his claymores. Till finally a female healer stopped him and told him to go to the infirmary. When he said no, she pushed him back a coupe of steps. Which was something since she was about half his size, but since seeing that someone her size could easily push him. He wielded to her guiding hand since he didn't know where the closest one was. When he was bustled into one, he saw Sir Tamuril and the dragon inside. He went to bow to him, but was quickly cut off by the small healer. She did a quick curtsy while he sat down on a table. She told him sternly to take his shirt off, so he did. Revealing the various scars he had obtained through the years of fighting and wars, and the numerous cuts and stabs he had obtained in the las encounter. She started to probe, clean, and dress the wounds. His brows only furrowing a tiny bit whenever she touched a tender spot. "Now, rest for the time being." She said when she was finished. "And no getting up and leaving either." She said as she left. He sighed heavily as he leaned his claymores against the bed.

Takara now lowered her paper, book, and writing pin, setting it down on the table as the two came into the room. Her back was already strait and her face and eyes were empty and frozen. She looked up at them, listening to the whispers that were coming from the diamond of air. The diamond itself was hidden underneath her dress since it was cracked, seeing how it would draw more attention than Takara would want. The diamond fire had joined the air jewel on the necklace, along with the diamond of water that Takara had taken from the King of Ehsar after she'd killed him. But none of them could seen underneath the top of her dress, only the golden chain that dipped over her collar bones and then down the dress hinted that they were there.

"What is it that you want?" Takara asked flatly, the sixteen-year-old queen's icy sapphire looking between the two. The messager stepped out of the room, shutting the door and then going down the hall to take care of other duties.

After a lot of asking around, Cedric was finally informed that she was in the library, but was already entertaining visitors. He had taken that moment to vent his anger on the wall, leaving a lovely little crater in it before walking away with bloody, cut-up knuckles. At the moment, though, nothing mattered except speaking to her. He HAD to know. So he found the library and opened the door without asking permission, closed it and listened to the closing of a rather lavish story." This was going to be his final wait, so he leaned back against the wall and did just that, with as much patience as he could muster for the moment.

Tamuril sighed lightly as he watched Takara leave. He didn't want her to leave him, but it had to be done. He slowly moved his feet, and the crutches moving with them. He finally got to the door, and left the room. At first he wasn't used to the crutches, but slowly got used it.

Tamuril walked, with the aid of crutches, through the halls of the castle. Every person he came across would walk up to him and talk to him. Most of them were amazed he was still alive, while others said they knew that something like that would happen. Eevel was chirping on his shoulder. Thoughts of Takara were still lingering in his head though. He wanted to ge see her, but it had been less than twenty minutes, he'd have to wait.

Tamuril opened the door to his room. HIs sword was placed on a desk in the corner, and his bed had been fixed for him. Obviously they hadn't cleared the room yet, or they had merely put everything back in already. He walked up to his bed, and released the crutches, placing them on the side of the bed. Tamuril sat down on the bed, his back falling back on to it. His eyes stared up to the celing. "I wonder how Takara is doing..." Tamuril said to Eveel. He didn't even know where Eveel was, he jsut talked openly into the room assuming Eveel was somewhere inside.

"I already told you that I can tell the difference between a story teller and someone who speaks the truth." Takara repeated as she looked away from Cell and down at her papers. She would have to continue working on those later. For now, she would just deal with what was at hand now and wait. She faced him again, her hands folding on her lap. "Leave my castle and take your stories with you. I may not be able to completely peer into you, but I know when someone lies. Perhaps you can entertain people but you do not entertain me. The diamond of air tells me the truth, you however do not. Air is wisdom and shows what is pure, which is what the jewel shows. I can handle my army well enough without your auguries."

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Eveel whistled back at Tamuril before jumped up on the bed, tilting his head. Then he went up towards the knight's face and leaned over, the tip of his snout touching the tip of Tamuril's nose. Then the dragon pulled back, looking at the pointed ears and tilting his head over further.

"Your ears are funny." Eveel commented as he laid himself down against the ground and poked Tamuril's ears. "It's pointed! Oo, neat! Why is it pointed like that? Did Alexia accidently drop you when she made you and so your ears turned out funny? Or, or, are they melted that way?"

Eveel crawled closer and then blew into Tamuril's ear as hard as he could, giggling.

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