Suddenly one of the druids came up to me and says, "I was expecting you Ruairí, and I assume that you are the Faoláin I heard people were raving about a little while ago."
Ruairí says, "I am, and this is my new lord Setanta Ó Faoláin."
"I guess I am, hello."
The man looks at us in disbelief, and then says, "Please don't say things that alter the political landscape of our empire so casually like that. So my little kings what are you here for?"
I take a moment to think about it, but then I say, "I would like to see where you keep the records of humankind's interactions with the beastkin over time."
He looks at me with a rather shocked expression, then smiles and says, "It makes me happy that the young kings would like to learn about such things. Let's be off then."
We start to walk and as we do, I look around and throughout the ridiculously tall library, filled with multiple levels connected by plants, and bones, and take the sight in.
However, one thing that takes away from the beauty is the boys troop trying to stealth hide throughout the area. So I pick up a few rocks and as we walk I fling them into the boys troops chins knocking them out.
The man says, "Are you amazed."
"Yeah, I just never thought that something like this could exist. A library inside a wonderbeast, though I am still kind of confused as to how it works. But first, could you tell me what this little thing is?"
"Oh, that's Ellén."
"What do you mean? Aren't we inside Ellén?"
"You see the wonder beast Ellén Trechand, is actually a collection of wonderbeasts. Ellén, you have on your head there is the heart, and through its abilities of communication it gets lots of different wonderbeasts to work together forming the giant beast you see outside."
A series of little insectoid wonderbeasts pass by us that look like the little leaves that form Ellen's copper red wings outside.
Ruairí says, "Russects, a series of little flower like mosquito type wonderbeasts that have the ability to blend into any flower making them incredibly effective hunters."
A group of small wonderbeasts run into my legs. Looking down I see a blue ball of wool that looks the same as the fur of the Ellén outside.
Picking the ball of wool up, I see it has tiny cone-shaped black arms and legs, and in the middle of its fur I see a small black rectangle with two cute yellow eyes, and I say, "This is a Baba Sheep, right?"
I rub it against my face and say, "I used to love hunting these little cuties. They taste way better than sheep."
The Baba sheep in my arms looks like it is about to cry until it breaks free and keeps running.
Then I hear a druid on another level say, "Ellén book number 78 in the warfare section has been misplaced, can you find it for me?"
One of Ellén golden little tendrils moves next to the Baba sheep and they all suddenly start to move towards a bookshelf and stand on top of each other till they reach a book.
They grab it and then move towards the druid in question.
Then Ruairí says, "Ellén has a psychic connection to all of the wonderbeasts in here that are connected to her, and she can command them as she sees fit."
The druid in front of us says, "Not quite, they are merely her friends and listen because they love her. Nothing more."
Petting her, I say, "I see. You're a little cutie aren't you."
Ellen rubs her face against mine then moves away, and as she does, we continue our walk until a druid randomly bursts out of a door and flies right in front of us.
He looks quite a bit younger than the druid in front of us and wounded quite severely.
Looking at him, I say, "Aren't you the head of the house of Cumhaill?"
"Yeah, and what's it to you, your fucking brat?"
Ruairí looks like he is about to pounce, but then the druid in front of us says, "These are the young kings of both Gorias and Failas."
He gets up and says with a cheerful attitude, "Oh so you're Lugh's son."
"Yeah, you failure of a man."
He laughs a bit, and says, "Straightforward combative, you are definitely your father son. Enjoy your stay here and avoid the filthy Biorgs. ALSO, tell your father that he better return all of the books he borrowed from our study."
He then shouts, "ELLÉN SPEAR!"
Ellén throws a spear towards him which he grabs, and then he jumps right back into the room, and I ask, "What's he doing?"
The druid leading us, says, "Oh it just seems things in the debate hall is heating up yet again."
"Debate hall?"
"Yes, it can get rather heated between the parties that try to decide what is actually the true history of the beastkin, facts can point in many different directions and people tend to get up in arms about it."
We continue walking forward and I hear, "No the beastkin spent only 300 years moving through the eastern Continent?"
"Are you a fool? If it only took them short a time, they would have reached Tir na n-iontas much sooner!"
I start to hear fierce clashes, but I ignore them and continue on, then I ask, "Did my father do something here?"
With a rather annoyed laugh, he says, "Lugh had a very horrible habit of borrowing books, and then never returning them, due to Ellén favouring Faoláins whenever we tried to fight back she would just start attacking us."
"So, you're telling me I can take as many books I want from us here and never return them."
The druid in front of us stops and then faces me with sweat dripping down his face, and he says, "No, of course not. We have many self-defence mechanisms in case you try that."
Ruairí says, "He is lying. You can take whatever you want, and I promise even if they try something I finance a war between the Faoláins and the Cumhaill with every drop of liquidity I have!"
Patting Ruairí on the back, I say, "That's pretty cool of you!"
He then starts to bleed from his nose rapidly, and I pull my hand back saying, "Control yourself you, perverted Deer."
"Maybe you should take your own advice, you waste of seed," a rather feminine voice says.
The druid leading us turns her head towards the woman, and says, "Findabair, it seems you have finished dealing with that big bear?"
A druid decked out in the most ornate outfit yet walks out, it is like she is wears a garden throughout her body, and her tree horns are by far the most pronounced.
But despite how amazing she looks her posture, and financial expression are the opposite. Her face is dirty like she has recently been playing in the mud, her voice is harsh and heavy and hearing it is the verbal equivalent of a lashing, and she spits directly over onto the floor then walks over it with her bare feet. She feels so unrefined that I could mistake her for a barbarian, it is incredibly attractive.
She moves up to me, and crouches down, then grabs my face and says, "If you think you can just come and desecrate our library like your father you have another thing coming."
Ruairí says, "You do realize this is the next king of Gorias. If you pick a fight with him, you pick a fight with the Failas as well."
"As the head of the Biorg family I don't mind, and beside my mother will mobilize the armies of Murias if it comes to this."
Ruairí says, "Wouldn't that make you the daughter of Medb?"
"In the flesh."
Ruairí gives her a look of disbelief, and says, "You guys don't look the same."
She whacks him right in the face and then proceeds to stamp on the child whilst saying, "Just because you and all the other men want to fuck my mother doesn't mean you can go around being rude to people who don't behave like her!"
Her rage isn't that of a single comment but of a lifetime of similar judgement. Right now, Ruairí you are receiving the hate that many others have spent some time building within her, you don't deserve this, but I know better than to try and interrupt her while she is like this. Rest in peace.
The druid leading us says, "To formally introduce you this is Findabair Ó Biorg, daughter of Ailill Ó Biorg, and Medb Mac Céilús."
"Oh, I didn't know the leader of the Biorg was related to Medb."
She grabs me up by the collar, and says, "Why is that? Is it because you also think there is no way a beauty like her could give birth to me?"
"Of course not, my dad doesn't like her, so he never lets me know anything about her. And besides I think you're beautiful with the fairy kisses and all."
She puts me in a headlock, and says, "You're a freaking genius, aren't you? I like this one Treasa, continue to lead him forward towards his target."
"Well, he actually wants to go up to the highest level, so we will need you to bring us."
Suddenly another loud ruckus starts, and Findabair says, "I will do that but first I need to redo the restraints on that man."
"Let's go then," Treasa says.
As the two druids walk with me in Findabair's arms, I use my tail to pick up Ruairí and follow them into a room filled with a bunch of druids trying to hold down a man who disgusts me the moment I see him.
He is shirtless and covered in tattoos and has the characteristics of a bear within his body. So, I say, "Niall Ó Laoch!"
Turning to me, he says, "Setanta Ó Faoláins!"
He tried to move towards me, but then Findabair kicked him in the face and says, "Did I not tell you to sit the hell down?"
"It's boring I want to go experience the life in this town."
"I refuse. I don't want any more women showing up with Laoch bastard children at my doorstep."
"They are all liars."
"Let them all seem far more sincere than you are now."
With a dumbfounded look, he says, "Women can only get pregnant when they want to."
I turn to Treasa and ask, "Is that true?"
"No, it is not."
"I see."
Flailing around like a caterpillar, Niall says, "Just let me out, I want to do something!"
"I refuse! This is a holy space of reason and knowledge, not something that I would want to be ruined by a warrior like you."
Suddenly from the entrance to the room we hear a voice says, "Reason and Knowledge. It's funny hearing a Biorg say such things."
Turning I see the head of the Cumhaill family covered in bruises, and Findabair moves over to him and says, "I don't want to hear that from you Fráech!"
They both me next to each other and violently press their heads, against one another. Then Findabair says, "Unlike you brats, we actually try to record and decipher the true history of the beastkin that was lost throughout the ages."
"True history? You people are fully prepared to pervert are findings if it opposes your teachings in any way! Do you know how many times I have found books edited?"
"Your house calls itself the wise, but your hatred for our culture shines forth in your records. You and your people will consistently recite disproved facts and will consistently try to paint any single spiritual druid throughout our history as unrefined, and say the ones you actually do like were light in their faith."
They both continue to press their heads up against each other, and Ruairí turns to Treasa and asks, "How many kids do those two have together again?"
"Four, with the one born three months ago."