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EPISODE 39: Much to Talk About

Was this some kind of stellar mirror city that was stuck on earth—never getting a shot at the stars because the stars themselves would gleam with envy? Everything glowed here in Caellania; the city of the sun. Rays of gilded light happily skipped off Caellania's fine-tipped towers that passionately poked at the endless canvas of colors and cotton-candy clouds.

The armor-bodied jumpship missiled through the bonbon fluff and was on a one-way flight for the unearthly palace that sat upon a hill. Palantira nested high and humbly, a sterling crest of pointed pillars surpassing the motley heavens like an eccentric crown fit for a celestial titan. The jumpship slipped right through the towering guard statues that looked like they could come to life and bar them from passage with their imposing pikes. It found a nice opening within Palantira's garden courtyard, a rectangular ring of shaggy green bushes speckled in pearly white cherries, towering fruit-filled trees, cobblestone walkways, and a lovely body of water occupied by a bevy of imperial swans—their angular heads crested with tall white feathers.

Kanon, Dez, Garik, and the multiversers unloaded from the ship and before they could take in the fresh air and vividly bright garden of gay colors (and it was REALLY gay!), a stampede of bodies wrapped in dark militia garbs and fire-red sashes crowded around them; their faces loosing from the nervous burden of loss as Kanon's face embraced them with a new hope.

And before most of them could further question as to who in the amazing hell Ricven and his clique was—Ricven having handled the introductions—Kanon lost all mind to answer as his ruby eyes pierced passed the mob. It was then that their voices receded to silence, for the presence of Caellainian Quintellis Issally Thella and her oracle Isbri hushed their tongues and parted the rebels' ring.

Ricven's brow slowly risen. A lazy hike filled with allure at the two moon-like lovelies coming their way. Like the radiant breasts of heaven themselves...

(Oh, and Quintellis means Queen in Caellanian. A little trivia for you.)

Silver never looked so elegant on a woman. With milky hair of curls, a fusion of pink and mauve, and her head held high; like a true regent of heaven's hold. Doubled with the smooth-headed cuteness that was too much to bear on Isbri, whose neutral skin was a wash of many colors that came and went like a divine illusion. The quintellis and oracle waltzed on in with an effortless saunter, a calculated silence to their heels combined a rhythm akin to the soft fantasy soul music that played in Ricven's head.

No. Seriously. Those nifty-ass little electro-acoustic transducers that convert those dynamic electrical signals into catchy sounds that could send one moving and grooving was all up in Ricven's ear; performing an epic serenade that COINCIDENTALLY played on cue to the quintellis' complimenting walk.

Ricven tapped on the left node twice. The music returned to a whisper.

Without pause. Issally's minty-green eyes scanned the assembly with serene kindness. Kanon met her motherly gaze and her silvery cheeks puffed in a smile that could warm butter on a biscuit. Her smile. A wonderful visage it was; glistening stars at rest upon the soft cushion of her virgin lips.

For she had never laid those precious face pillows on any man, woman, child, or beast. Imagine that!

"Your Highness." Kanon met her halfway. His whole posture went from informal to straight. She dwarfed him so much that she could literally pluck him from the ground and snuggle him up like a golden teddy bear; guerilla warfare edition. "Apologies for my tardiness."

"Why?" His apology was not needed in her eyes. "We were told that Falinaar had captured you. Were you able to learn anything during your captivity?"