At dawn, August bathed in the light of day, he used sand and smoothed stones as heād done in his youth to remove the film of the Otherworld that clung to his spirit like a second skin. It was far from what heād felt in the past, more perverse, more profane. He wondered what it was about the fae that left them unimpeded by the crossing, but paid it little mind and less until at last the foul aura had been purged along with the sage that the High Queen had slipped into his system.
He spent the next day kicking over stones where he could find them, the chalice rang true to some obscure references heād found in the past. But none that he had brought with him to Ashbourne. It took some degree of magic and focus, but August managed to pull through and obtain the text where such an artifact had been referenced. It was among references to human lore on a volume of dark artifacts that Isaac had been seeking, the fountain of eternal youth.Ā It promised life eternal for mortals, but absently the words couldnāt ring true. All things came at a price, he thought distantly to his auntās crooning laughter: the only thing certain in the lives of us mortals, is death.Ā
Such a thing shouldnāt exist, not rightly. It was out of the pages of an odyssey, some quest that would never quite be fulfilled. And he was expected to find it within the course of a week. August found Xander once more, eager to find out what the fae had learned since the last time they had spoken.Ā āDo you have any preference on what I should call you now?ā August greeted, not sure what to sift from his experience in the fae realm - why Xander?Ā āFeels strange to call you Xander when I know now your name is Vitalis.ā Stranger still that the air fae had never told him before, but August had never thought to ask, and in the vastness of the other faeās life, it was just another detail.Ā
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Timeframe: January 13th - 19th 2019 (1 day in the faerielands)
Location: Ashbourne // Sacred Tree Portal to the Otherworld
Word Count: 1669
Notes: August informs Xander that Aria has been taken hostage by the High Queen, and what they must do to get her back.
August
August did not feel the weight of the guards leading his path and following in his step, they were intended to insure he did only as was he was told. No small part of him was humiliated, enraged did not begin to cover it but unfortunately, the witch had little time to be selfish over the matter. Because at this point, he really had no idea what he was going to do. His anger had made him so confident and assured only a short while ago in the throne room, now as August was all but shoved through the Sacred Tree and sent back into the mortal realm, he felt the weight of what needed to be done. The day was unknowable to him at this point, it was light now - morning? When only a few hours ago it had barely been dusk. August looked at his phone quickly, the device was also still trying to get its bearings. Absently he began to make a catalog of contacts he could go to, anyone who might have some indication where he could even begin looking. But the list of people who could reliably get that information was smaller still, nonexistent given how little time the High Queen had given him. Vitalis came through from the Otherworld and August's brow furrowed, was it Xander now and again? "Did you know what her intentions were for us?" His tone was pointed, his eyes leveled, his brow set upon the fae that August had thought was his friend. The fae had told him once that if he was in trouble, to ask him for help. Well he was asking now.Ā
Xander
Xander had of course heard about what had happened; who hadn't? Maybe it wasn't what he had expected, but he had his own tasks to attend to. It just so happened that when he exited the Otherworld, August was still mulling about. The air fae was going to simply ignore him, but the attitude was just too good to pass up. "You know, kid, if I didn't know any better, it'd seem like you were accusing me of leading you into a trap." He walked forward, form back to his human appearance as his gaze was filled with warning, "I'd watch who you accuse, August. If that had been my plan in the first place, I would've delivered you to the Queen myself." Xander stopped when he was only a couple feet away, staring back at August as he searched the young witch's features, "You seem relatively unharmed. And believe it or not, we don't have everything shared with us. I may be loyal to the Queen, but we're not always invited in on the planning. So why don't you tell me what happened, and I'll see what I have to say about it."Ā
August
āDonāt talk to me like Iām a child.ā August stated flatly, he needed this sage out of his system.āIāve made no accusations, I recognize that I was the one stupid enough to attend.ā this wasnāt worth it, not now. He blinked a few times when he remembered he hadnāt, August didnāt move to step away from the fae, āsheās after this.ā His tone eased slightly, he dipped into his pocket again to retrieve the note that the High Queen had passed him in the court. It occurred to August now that Xander was certainly old enough to have some passable knowledge of this obsidian chalice.Ā
Xander
"You are a child. It's almost funny that you think you aren't. Ignorance isn't a good look on you, August." He took the paper from August, moving away so he could read it. He had to double check what he was looking at, the pieces falling into place. He'd heard about this after he'd needed it the most; but had the price been worth it? More questions for Nymphadora, he supposed, and definitely not August. Xander gripped the paper possibly a bit too tight, turning to look at August, "This is something she needs. But I guess that means you couldn't possibly know what it's used for, could you?" He held the note back out towards the witch, a different look of interest on his face, "And she kept your friend."Ā
August
āI suppose youād prefer me reverent, clearly I should be bowing at an alter to your feet.ā August said easily, āI should learn my place and accept whatever harsh blow she had planned,ā he shook his head, worship was always blind. āIs it your intention to tell me?ā August asked plainly, āBecause time is of the essence, and while your arrogance is usually entertaining it isnāt right now.ā Clearly, Aria was not with him. āAria saved my life, and hers is forfeit if I donāt return to this spot with that chalice before the end of the week. Likely mine as well. Some party.āĀ
Xander
Xander rose an eyebrow, looking slightly amused at the push back. āClearly. Because thatās how itās always been with us, hasnāt it?ā He waited a few moments, curious as to if August would rein in the childish anger he could feel radiating off of him. āIf you ask me, maybe. But if youāre so intent on making me the enemy in this situation, I wont help you at all. So whatās it going to be?ā He asked flatly, holding his ground. August needed him, and while heād promised to help the young witch before, the air fae was almost curious if the Queen had intended for him to find August first. āTell me what you know.āĀ
August
He felt the air between them shift, no, it hasn't August thought, but he would not back down so easily. The fae's words of course stung, it had indeed been childish to assume anything but Ā what Xander had made perfectly clear, but that didn't matter now. His brow lost its tension as he was deflated some, though he stepped forward and did not shy away from the fae. August would have questions for him still, but there could be none about where Xander's loyalties lie. He took the paper back. "How should I know? I am but a child." His gaze was serious, but the anger had melted from his eyes, it was rare that he asked others for help "You are not my enemy, but you told me once that if I was ever in trouble, to let you know, and you would help, if you could." - the last time had been a witch, and it had ended in the worst possible way. August's tone remained level, but his eyes were pleading. He was afraid, he couldn't fail, again. "Well I'm in trouble, Xander. I've heard of this object before, but only in obscure references that date back.... A long time. If you know something that can help, then tell me what needs to be done."Ā
Xander
Xander didn't make any change in emotion as he listened to August, still waiting for an actual answer. He didn't have time to play games, and if the other witch wanted to do so, then he'd be stuck finding the chalice himself. Although ā Xander almost considered getting the chalice himself. It would've been of great interest to him at one point in time. Selfishly, though. He looked at August, letting out a sigh as he resigned himself to holding his own word. "Okay, okay. So let me get this straight, you need this chalice, and your friend will go free. Fine; let's start with an old friend of mine. Philippe ā you and him don't really get along, do you? Either way, he might know something. Otherwise, I'll have to do some digging. Maybe you should too."Ā
August
August nodded, that would do fine. He tried to imagine how interest Philippe would be in this cup and wondered what the vampireās feelings might be towards fae, in general. Theyād been strictly forbidden from attending the Sarau. āThat about sums it up,ā August said easily, āPhilippe has probably considered killing me every time weāve met.ā That was the truth. āBut he is also fond of Aria, so he might just feel obligated to assist, though, itās hard to tell. Might just be more motivation for him to kill me. Likely best for you to meet him alone.ā August was pensive for a moment. āAt any rate, your Queen put sage in my drink before proposing this arrangement, so I need to get it out of my system before I can do much of anything. But there is bound to be a trail somewhere of lesser known fae artifacts that have moved through this town.ā August looked for a moment towards the town before he looked back to Xander, āWe only have a week to accomplish this, otherwise Ariaās life is forfeit. Iāll see what I can dig up in the meantime.
Xander
āHe likes me - Iām his only friend, I think. Heās kinda like that kid in class no one talks to, but I did.ā Xander was clearly joking, but he was somewhat sure he was Philippeās only friend. He looked at August, slightly nonplussed about Ariaās fate. It was one less thing he had to worry about; heād let August deal with that one. āIāll ask him tonight and we can see each other tomorrow. Be well.ā
August
It was obviously a jest, but somehow, August really doubted that Philippe was capable of having more than one friend. That alone was impressive. But they were both about as old as the wheel so August supposed it probably made some sense that the two would have found each other and stuck. It did add another layer to much of what he'd built up about Philippe in his mind: he'd assumed a great deal about the vampire. Though he was violent, he wasn't as narrow minded as August had originally assumed. They were parting now, August headed towards home, holding up the peace sign. "You as well Xander."
