Ul'lanna found it hard to comprehend, how she was trailing behind Jacara in running. But with her dress dragging behind, the inner corset caging her ribs. She could barely breathe, let alone run. Jacara slowed down beside Ul'lanna, gently placing the Feather card onto her arm. A rush of air filled her lungs, and her body weight halved. Her long dress flitted up, hovering a few centimetres off the ground. He smiled at her, and offered out his hand. She paused to take in the fleeting moment. The Prince of two kingdoms was offering out his hand to her. She was wearing the most beautiful dress, she had ever seen. And the two of them were running to go, see what trouble her friend had gotten into. An Islander friend. A Islander, who was a Forsaken knight friend. A smile stretched across her face, as she took his hand. A smile that even a blind man could tell the meaning behind. A smile of pure happiness.
She giggled, taking his hand, being led through the streets. Wind blowing rushing past her. This was the life, she had always wanted. As the they drew closer to Yamada's location. The sound of wood shattering echoed out. The guards made a path for the two of them. In the middle of market square, several leather clad brigands groaned on the cobblestone. Bones contorted, broken or jutting out from their skin. Large and small splinters of wood littered the ground around Yamada. A guard charged in trying to ram his lance into Yamada, only for it be caught effortlessly. Yamada yanked it out of the guard's grip, and snapped the lance over his knee, tossing aside the pieces. He shook his head baffled at the weapon choice. A completely wooden weapon, with only one striking motion. "Yamada!" Jacara called out angrily.
He perked up, smiling and waving to them. "Oh hey. Woah, you two look different." Jacara marched towards Yamada, stomping his feet, and puffing out his chest. The guards froze in awe. There was no doubt in their mind, that their Prince, would fearlessly confront this monster. "One job." He poked Yamada with a finger. A sharp jolt of pain ran through his finger. Each poke jarred his finger, and he quickly swapped to shoving it, in Yamada's face instead. "You had one job. I gave you one job. What was it?" "Don't make trouble." Yamada said defeated. "And what did you do?" Jacara asked, looking around at the mess. "I made trouble." Yamada sighed. Everyone was star struck. Watching their powerful Prince, command the situation. Ul'lanna couldn't help but smile at the situation. Jacara scolding Yamada like a disobedient pet.
"Get these men to a Blessed." Jacara ordered. The men nodded. "Hey no wait!" Yamada called out. "I have to take those men to Irina." He said scanning the ground. A guard saw the opportunity, to strike Yamada while he was distracted. She charged in ready to ram the lance into his side. Ul'lanna jumped in, shattering the lance with a front kick. An audible gasp rippled out from the crowd. Ul'lanna took an elegant pose, lowering her leg slowly. She kept her composure, even with the searing pain radiating from her shin. 'FUCK! I THINK I JUST BROKE MY SHIN!' Ul'lanna said nothing, but smiled. Desperate to scream and trying to not show the tears welling her eyes. "What are you looking for?" Jacara asked. Yamada scurried over, making the crowd shuffle around him. From above it would appear as a school of fish avoiding a predator.
"This." He said proudly, holding up Irina's silver coin. Another murmur and crowd rippled out the crowd. The guards all quickly stood at attention, and saluted Yamada, before falling to their knees. "PLEASE PUNISH AND FORGIVE US SIR!" They chanted. Yamada's eyes darted back and forth scanning the area. "What's happening?" He hissed at Jacara. "Of course." Jacara sighed, massaging his face. "Less than a day here, and you're already made a Monarch's royal guard." Yamada stumbled back at a loss for words. "Wait, I'm what?" "That's Monarch Irina's badge. If she gave you that, it means you serve her." "I didn't agree to that!" Yamada exclaimed. Jacara buried his face into his hands, letting out a long exasperated sigh. Before he could form a sentence, Yamada's sour stench struck him harder than any blow. He gagged and retched.
"OH! You smell worse than Vasha's asshole. Why haven't you bathed yet? We've been here for hours?" He said with a pinched nose, and stepping away. "It's not that bad." Ul'lanna nodded her head at him. Yamada raised his arm to smell his pit, reeling back at the abhorrent stench. "Okay that's bad. I'll go bathe." Jacara raised his hand to stop Yamada. "Explain first, then we can sort this all out. What happened?" Yamada looked at the kneeling guard. "Take those men, to Irina. Tell her I taught them a lesson like she asked, and if possible to bring the en...en..." Jacara and Ul'lanna cocked an eyebrow, watching Yamada struggle to find the word. He looked up trying hard to remember the pronunciation. "En-sick-law-pet-" "Encyclopaedia?" Jacara guessed. Yamada snapped his finger at Jacara, with a relieved breath. "That. Bring all of those to the library. They need to be about armour."
The guards leapt to their feet, saluting Yamada by pounding their breastplates. "Who should receive it, sir?" Jacara raised his finger to silence them, with Ul'lanna marching closer to him as well. "Yamada, who taught you that word?" Ul'lanna asked. "Was it a woman?" Yamada avoided locking eyes, looking to the sky. "No..." He answered, scrunching his face. "Yamada, who needs the books about the armour?" Yamada shuffled away, turning his body to the side. "Saira." He quickly muttered. "Who?" The two of them asked.
"Oh, what was that random guard? You need my help? Okay, I'm heading over."He said quickly walking away. Jacara and Ul'lanna each grabbed a shoulder. "Yamada, tell us what happened." They ordered. "Nothing happened. I was walking around looking for these men. And when I found them, all the guards wouldn't listen to me, and attacked me. That's what happened. I swear." The two of them lurched forward, peering into his eyes. He reeled back, still avoiding their gazes. "You met a woman, didn't you?" Ul'lanna asked. "You mean he had sex with a woman." Jacara corrected. "What!? No!" Yamada responded in a higher pitch than normal. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to go take a bath." He bowed his head, quickly scurrying away. Jacara turned to the stunned crowd. "Nothing to see. Just a friendly misunderstanding." He said forcing a smile.
Night fell, and Irina stood at the door, as Yamada took a bath. She wore a night gown, that was transparent. Yamada refrained from calling it stupid, when he first saw her in it. "You could have told me what that seal meant." He pouted, scrubbing his body. "Wouldn't be much fun in that." She said, taking a seat beside him. "Although from the report, I received. You were quite lenient on those men. Care to tell me why?" "I didn't feel like killing weak people." Irina nodded. "Because that's a right for the strong?"
Water erupted from the tub as a geyser. Yamada summoned his armour, wrapping his gauntlet around Irina's throat. He felt her slender neck in his clutches. How easy it would be to snap her neck. "Do not. Compare me to him." He growled. She did nothing but give him a calm smile. "Have you summoned your armour, since you devoured that heart?" Yamada cautiously released her throat, and walked over to the mirror. The sight made him freeze on the spot. The draconic features on his armour had become more pronounced. The outlines of scales, forming each plate. His claws protruded even further, but his vambrace blades had shrunk. And most importantly, his helmet had spawned fins on the side. "It never looked like this before. What happened to me?" He asked, walking closer to the mirror.
"When you underwent the ritual. What did you absorb?" "Two war hammers, a full set of Deiridium armour, and this cape." He said, inspecting his salet. 'Remarkable, he's already making that weapon and armour seem weightless. What absurd punishment, did this child put himself through?' "As I said, you must be more powerful than the Draken that resides within. The more you devour, the more your powers will reflect your true soul." Yamada sat back in the tub, refilling the hot water, and then banishing his armour. He noticed that Irina was dry, even with that explosion of water. In fact there wasn't a single drop of water on her. Just how strong were the people in this organisation? Skora, Valsko and now Irina. "Why give me such a important role anyway? I'm leaving in two days."
She giggled, running her hand through his long tuffs of hair. "You desire power, no?" The question seemed stupid to ask. Especially after Yamada had devoured that heart. "You are driven by four things, that make one become stronger." She grabbed his hand, running her supple fingers, over his scars. "Pain." He pulled his hand away, burying them in the opaque soap waters. Irina tapped between his brows, that made a natural frown. "Anger." He reeled away, raising his eyebrows to force away the frown. She trailed off, pointing at his heart. "Love." Irina then shifted her gaze, locking eyes with him. "Do you know what, your fourth drive is?" She asked with a sinister smile. He shook his head. "Hunger." The serpent in his head hissed, hearing the word. "For all your knightly qualities Yamada. You hide your blood thirst, quite well." She grabbed his chin, pulling him in close. "But not from me. Not from our organisation."
Yamada trembled in her grasp. He could feel a surge of energy flowing through her. More than anything he had felt at the Citadel. "And when the hunger gnaws at you, till you go mad. You'll come to seeking us, to satiate your hunger." "What are you people after?" He asked, clutching the sides of the tub. She smirked and released him. "You'll have to join us, to find out." Irina stood up and strolled towards the door. "I'll call a barber and tailor for you. I can't have my personal guard, looking so...mangy." "What's wrong with how I look?" Yamada pouted, looking at his hair in the mirror. Irina pursed her lips, and then quickly left. He cocked an eyebrow at his reflection. "What's wrong with me!?" He called out. Yamada returned to his room, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He awkwardly froze in spot, seeing two sophisticatedly dressed men, with striking long white hair.
Their long wavy white hair ran down to their shoulders, bouncing on their jet black silk coats. Beside them were several handmaidens, blushing and gawking at Yamada. The steam rising off his bulging muscles, he took a step back, before bowing. "Sorry, I have the wrong room." He blushed. The two men let out a flamboyant chuckle. The handmaidens, eagerly dragged Yamada back inside. Some yanked on his towel, forcing him to move with it. Giggling as he, swatted their hands away. "Who knew a Forsaken Knight, would be so bashful and courteous." One said, cupping his chin. "Hmm, at least we have good materials to work with." The other said, scanning him up and down. Yamada gave the two men, a glower expression. Irina emerged from another room, with leather pouches. She handed two smaller ones to the men, and tossed Yamada, the largest pouch.
"Yamada, allow me to the introduce you, to the finest tailor and barber, in the Silver City." She said, resting hand on each of their shoulders. "Gianni, and Ambrose Miles." The two of them scoffed, and begun to circle around Yamada like vultures. "Normally Monarch, we wouldn't take a client at this time of night." Gianni said. "However, when you told us it was for the Forsaken Knight." Ambrose said, fluffing Yamada's hair. "We couldn't help but rush over." They said in sync, stopping to make their final assessment. "Sit down Forsaken one. We simply must fix you up at once." "Enough!" Yamada exclaimed. "I don't need any of this. Now please, leave so I can get dressed, and then go meet Ul'lanna and Jacara." Gianni and Ambrose snapped their fingers and the handmaidens, carried a full size mirror in front of Yamada.
"Tell me Forsaken one. What do you see?" Gianni asked. "A tailor and barber, about to go see a Blessed, if they don't get to the point." He growled. The two of them let out a nervous chuckle, before bowing. "You're straight forward man. Our apologies. So we'll cut to the point then." Gianni said. "You're ugly." Ambrose said coldly. Yamada stood up, ready to lunge at them. The two of them leapt away, with Irina stepping in between them. "That's why they're here Yamada. Now calm down, and let them work." Irina calmed the snarling Yamada, to sit down. "Fine, but make it quick." He growled.
"Well, fortunately for me. I already got your measurements, from your foul smelling leather." Gianni said. "I'll have the maids, set it out for you." Ambrose draped a cloth around Yamada, and begun to work with the shears. After twenty minutes, Ambrose let out a triumphant cheer. "Viola! It is done." Yamada let out a sigh, ripping off the cloth. "That was the longest haircut of my life." He growled. The handmaidens got to work washing his hair, pressing their bodies against him. "Out of curiosity Yamada, who cut your hair before?" Irina asked. "I cut it." He said pushing the handmaidens away to dry his head. "How?" Ambrose asked, scared to hear the answer. Yamada grabbed a tuff of his hair, and small knife. "I just grabbed it like this, and then I go around my head, till it's all short." Ambrose's eyes glazed over, and he fell unconscious with a loud thud. Irina giggled, as the handmaidens anxiously surrounded him.
"You do look much better." Irina said smiling at him. "At least, that other weirdo isn't going to waste my time." He said walking into the bedroom. Gianni stood in the bedroom, with several of his own handmaidens, all eager to dress Yamada. He let out a long exasperated sigh. "You get five minutes to dress me. Any longer and I'm walking out of here with my armour." Yamada sighed, dropping the towel and standing bold legged. "Challenge accepted." Gianni said clapping his hands. Ul'lanna sat across from Jacara, in an exquisite night gown. The table between them, littered with emptied dessert glasses. "Geez, what's taking Yamada so long?" Jacara asked, impatiently shaking his leg up and down. The front doors swung open with a snarling Yamada. "Not a word."
Jacara and Ul'lanna were taken by surprise at his dashing and handsome new haircut. Shaved sides that faded to a spiked top. However the sight of Yamada wearing the fashion staple, of the Silver City. A tight white shirt, with a frilly centre and sleeves. Bright red pants that hugged his skin tightly. The two of them broke out in a hysterical laughter, falling to the ground, clutching their sides. Yamada stomped over to them, slamming the doors behind him. He sat down pouting, crossing his arms. However they were unable to utter a word. Wheezing and crying. Their faces red. After a few minutes of choking and coughing, the two of them sat back up on the couch, still giggling. "Did you laugh that hard, when Jacara appeared in front of you?" Jacara wiped his eyes, his cheeks sore and red. Ul'lanna rubbed her cheeks as well. "Of course not. That look just doesn't suit you." She said, wiping her tears. "Plus, I look good in this." Jacara said smugly. "The weird man, said this was the fashion choice for men here." Yamada pouted. "I mean, if you want to accentuate your effeminate side like Jacara, go for it." "Hey!" Jacara snapped.
"Alright, we've waited long enough. You cleaned up, and came dressed in like a jester." Yamada growled at Jacara. "Tell us what happened today." "And about the girl." Ul'lanna chimed in, eating another glass of shaved ice. "There was no girl!" Yamada exclaimed, his face going red. A knock on the door, caught their attention. "Come in." Jacara called out. A team of handmaidens came in, with trolley of steaming meats, fresh baked bread, and succulent fruits. "Where's the dessert?" Ul'lanna asked. "She's really likes that shaved ice." Yamada said. "It's just frozen water and sugar." Ul'lanna tossed a cushion at Jacara's head, creating an audible gasp from the help. "Don't you dare talk down about it. You just don't know the intricacies of the dessert." She said caressing an empty glass. "Up until a few hours ago, you didn't even know what that was. You dork." Jacara remarked, rubbing his face. "Well, up until a few hours ago, you couldn't give a woman, a proper orgasm!" Jacara let out an audible gasp, with the handmaidens. Yamada reeled back, pursing his lips to a line.
The two of them locked eyes, sneering at each other. The room silent. The handmaidens awkwardly shuffled around the room. Heads down, delivering each dinner platter. Yamada awkwardly smiled and nodded, thanking them as they left the room. The tension in the room broke Yamada first. "Alright there was a woman." He said, breaking the silence. "I knew it!" The two of them said. "Who is she? I might have already had relations with her." Jacara said, smirking at Yamada, and digging into his juicy steak. "I highly doubt that." A woman said from behind the front door. The three them looked at each other askance, each one shrugging to each other, before looking at the door. Who did that voice belong to? The doors opened once more. "Saira!?" Yamada called out.
Saira was a busty young woman, with ruby coloured hair that touched the nape of her neck. She wore white corset with black lacing over a velvet red dress, that emphasized her chest. Ul'lanna gazed upon her body with envy, but also sympathy. She must have terrible back pain, Ul'lanna thought. Jacara stared on wide eyed and full of anger. Saira curtseyed towards Yamada, and smiled at him wearing bright red lipstick. "How did you find me?" He asked. "You aren't hard to find, being what you are." She said taking a seat across from them. Yamada noticed her upright posture, and shallow breaths. He marched over to her, summoning the armour only around his index finger. "What are you-" Saira blushed, as Yamada stood behind her.
Ul'lanna yelped as Yamada cut the straps on the corset. "In front of company Yamada!?" Saira let out a relieved and deep breath. "Thank you. I don't know how the women breathe in those things." She said heaving. Jacara stared on with a hanging jaw, at her chest moving up and down. "Yeah...must..be...really...tough...." He trailed off, putting the cushion on his lap. Yamada took his seat again. "So you going to tell us, what happened between you two?" Ul'lanna asked, giving him a sly smile. "And why didn't you come here sooner?" Jacara asked. Saira blushed, shying away. "Well, I tried, but I couldn't really use my legs properly." Ul'lanna nodded sympathetic to the delight. Jacara rolled his eyes, throwing his hands into the air frustrated. "Seriously, will you teach me how you do it? None of my women, ever lose the use of their legs afterwards." "I think you're just bad at it." Yamada said. "THAT'S IT!" Jacara shouted, lunging at Yamada.
He begun strangling Yamada with all his might. His teeth gnashing together. Saira let out a shriek as Ul'lanna, inspected her dinner nonchalantly. Saira's shock turned to confusion quickly. Yamada was unfazed, inspecting his dinner with glee. "Should we stop him?" Saira asked. Ul'lanna shook her head. "He'll tucker himself out soon enough." Jacara broke away shaking his fingers. "BAH! What is your neck made out of!?" He yelled. Ul'lanna held her hand out, as Jacara proved her point. "I told before, you need to put arcane energy in your muscles. Your fingers are too weak." Yamada said greedily devouring his steak, without any tact. Jacara sat down in a huff, and looked at Saira. "So, you gonna tell us what happened or not?" He sulked, taking a big cut of steak. Yamada let out a sigh. "Alright fine." Seven hours ago.
Yamada made his way to the library, being sure to keep the tip of the building in eye sight. He was oblivious to the murmuring and whispering happening around him. To what an enigmatic sight he was. An Islander, wearing the outfit of a Citadel squire, with a giant great sword of Deiridium. He made his way deeper into the Silver City, not noticing how the silver sheen faded the further you went away from the entrance. The Alexander library's exterior was a tall chapel like building, with its silver paint peeling. Yamada however, wasn't sure if he had found the right place and entered. He bowed at the portly librarian, who was frozen solid from fear. "Is this the Alexander library?" He asked with a warm smile. She nodded with wide eyes. He let out a relieved sigh. "Good, I thought I got lost for a second. He held Irina's note in front of the woman. "Do you know these names?" She sprinted off, running out the library.
Yamada watched her run away, scratching his head confused. "I guess, she couldn't read it either." He shrugged. Venturing deeper into the library, he glanced into each empty isle, with rows of thick tomes. Yamada looked up to the upper floors. "Is anyone here?" His voice echoed out. He shrugged to the empty response, and continued onwards. The deeper he went, the books became withered and aged, covered in webs and dust balls. The sound of a frustrated and grumpy humming caught his attention. It reminded Yamada of the nights, he spent with Kahu, as she complained about Chieftain Kekoa. He peeked around the shelf, to see Saira riffling through a barren shelf. She wore a white blouse and brown leather pants, covered in soot and grime.
"Where is the cuirass encyclopaedia? Which idiot has been stealing books from the library?" She huffed out loud. Hands on her hips, she let out a growl. "You're meant to return the books, once you're done reading." "You are?" Yamada said aloud. Saira jumped letting out a high pitched yelp. She covered her mouth to see Yamada staring at her confused. His scruffy tuffs of hair, with dirty leather and the Harbinger slung on his back with a chain of Orichalcum. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." He bowed. She blushed, quickly composed herself. "You didn't scare me, just startled me." Yamada cocked and eyebrow at her. "My name is Yamada, I didn't mean to..startle you?" He was adorably lost at the meaning of the word. By context it meant scared, but she said, she wasn't scared. "Well Yamada, your apology is accepted."
"Is there something you need from me?" She asked. Yamada quickly riffled through his pockets, pulling out the crumpled note. "Do you know these men? I've been asked by Monarch Irina to deal with them." Saira strolled over to read the names, she looked at the note then up to Yamada, shock frozen on her face. She pulled him into the section, peeking her head out, frantically searching for anyone looking at them. "Do you not know, who these men are?" She hissed. "Am I meant to?" He whispered back. "Yes!" Saira exclaimed, before covering her mouth. "Well since you do. Could you point me to them?" Saira stumbled back terrified, knocking the bookshelf. Yamada turned around to see two hulking men standing behind him. Twins with the same outfit of no shirt, and beige trousers. Their faces were rugged with unkempt beards, and a stench of cheap alcohol that lingered on them. Yamada spun back to Saira.
Yamada held the note up to the twins. "Do you know these men? Or are you one...two of them?" Saira slapped her forehead, grimacing at the stupidity. "Who's asking?" The left one bellowed, leaning down to meet Yamada's eye level. He looked at them confused. "Me?" Yamada responded, unsure if they were confused at the question. "They're asking who sent you." Saira said. "OH! Monarch Irina. Now do you two-" The right twin threw, a swift right haymaker. Saira winced away, hearing the sound of bone snapping, and screams of anguish ring out. With a roar, the sound of another bone snapping and scream of agony joined in. 'Wait. Those are two different screams.' Saira opened her eyes. The twins were writhing on the floor, clutching their broken arms. Yamada stood over them, trying to hush them. "Shhh, it's a library!" He hissed. Saira lurched forward at a complete loss, her mouth gaping.
Yamada frantically looked around, wincing as the men continued to kick and scream. He quickly tore off a sleeve from their pants, stuffing it in their mouths. He let out a sigh of relief. Yamada knelt down beside them, adjusting Harbinger on his back. 'What did he do? How are those two giant men crying right now? That weapon can't be Deiridium. I moved him like he was nothing.' "Now, do you two know the people on this list?" Yamada asked, cutting Saira's train of thought. She was at a loss trying to understand him. The two men nodded, whimpering through their gags. "Okay, now you two are going to-" The twins slapped their hands onto the ground, each one creating, one half of a earth gate. The stone floor beneath him turned into spikes, rushing towards Saira. She screamed ducking and covering herself. Stone struck metal. She opened her eyes, with Yamada standing over her. "Are you okay?" He asked. With a weak nod, he spun around to see the twins missing.
"Okay, when in this story did you sleep together?" Jacara asked, interrupting Yamada's recounting. "That's not an important part of the story." He snapped. "Disagree." Jacara said, trying to steal a glance at Saira's cleavage. "If you must know." She said, pouting her lips, and straightening her back. Yamada helped Saira to her feet, and walked her to a table. "I didn't know two people could make one gate. That's clever." Yamada said, dusting off a chair. "How are you not hurt?" She asked. Yamada summoned his draconic armour. Saira leapt out of her chair. "You're a Forsaken Knight!?" He nodded dismissing his armour, and offering out his hand. She took his hand, and sat back down. "What book were you looking for?" Yamada asked pulling out his seat. 'If that weapon and chain are actually made out of Orichalcum and Deiridium. His chair will shatter.'
He plopped into his seat, looking around at the empty library. "Where is everyone?" He asked, slinging Harbinger off his back. The black great sword sliced through the stone ground, as if it was made of butter. Yamada winced as the metal ping echoed out. 'WHAT ARE YOU!?' She screamed in mind. "Sorry, about that." He said ripping Harbinger out with ease. "Do you have a Sarang?" Saira asked. Yamada reeled back flustered and blushing. "No, I don't have a-" Saira leapt across the table, pressing her lips onto his. "Wait, wait, wait, wait! That's it?" Jacara interrupted. "You find out he's a Forsaken Knight, and that he doesn't have a Sarang. So you just go and polish his spear? That's all it takes?" His voice filled with doubt. "Well, it's more a lance, if we're using that euphemism." Saira said, with Ul'lanna nodding in agreement, her mouth full of shaved ice.
"No, I don't believe that any lady would do that. He would have smelt rancid, and he's too shy. I don't believe your story." He denied adamantly, folding his arms. Saira shrugged her shoulders. "Believe what you will, but after he made me see paradise." "Those guys came back, and that's when you guys came." Yamada finished. "Alright, fine. Let's say if I found you in the library, would you-" "No." Saira said coldly. "You didn't even let me finish-" "No." She said more firmly. He threw his hands up frustrated. "Why? I'm taller than him, we have the same skin, almost the same hair style, except my hair is better." He said, running his hands through his hair. "I'm just as strong." Yamada snorted, at the joke. "What does he have, that I don't?" Ul'lanna and Saira gave him a contemptuous glare. "Yamada, you can rip those frills off, if they're bothering you." Ul'lanna said. Yamada instantly tore the frills off, leaving a jagged V line on his shirt. It accentuated his chest muscles, and the woman drooled over it. Jacara scoffed. "Big deal, I can do that too."
Jacara grabbed the frills on his shirt, and pulled with all his might. The shirt stretched and simply sagged. "Clearly our shirts are different qualities." Yamada reached over, and ripped it off with a quick yank. "I hate you." Jacara sulked, as Yamada continued to eat his dinner. He had taken Ul'lanna's plate, as she had passed on it. "That's the difference between you two. He's got a dreamy, princely physique and presence." Saira fawned. Jacara cleared his throat. "I'm an actual prince though?" "A title given at birth, and a title given by other's are two different things." Irina said from the doorway. The four of them perked up. "I apologize, for my intrusion Prince Cagim, but I must speak with my guard."
Saira curtseyed to Monarch Irina. "Lady Saira, your father would be pleased, to see you wearing such a fine dress." Irina said. "Thank you, Monarch Irina. However I have never enjoyed these dresses." She said, pulling up her dress. "A father, who wants his daughter to be a princess. Yet she wishes to be a blacksmith. I do not envy, your father's position." "Ha, you want to be a blacksmith? A woman blacksmith?" Jacara scoffed, slapping his knee. "An Armourer." Saira corrected him with a growl. "Why is that funny?" Yamada asked. "Yeah. Why is that funny Jacara?" Ul'lanna asked glaring at him. "Because women, aren't as strong as men. They naturally have less arcane energy than men. They just aren't suited to the role." "Unfortunately, Prince Cagim is right. Gender does play a role on our strength." Irina said patting Saira on the shoulder.
"Why don't you put your arcane energy inwards?" Saira turned back to Yamada. "It's not as draining, and after a while you just get stronger." Saira and Irina gave him a warm smile. 'Bless his simple mind.' "Yamada, although you may find it easy, to do so. That technique still requires practice, to master." Irina said. "So? Everything does. Just because you're not good at it right away. Doesn't mean you stop." Saira jogged over, hugging Yamada tightly. Jacara watched on in envy, as she pressed her chest onto Yamada's body. "Thank you. I have to go." She said running out the door. "Did I say something bad?" Yamada asked confused. "Not at all. I believe you've just inspired the first woman in the Silver City, to become an armourer." Irina said, watching Saira sprint down the hallway. "Now, come along Yamada. We have much to discuss."