High Society: The tales from Victory

Tessa Zephyr [Part II] (Chapter 20)

Despite the layers and layers of ice coating and pelting her, she stood solemn against it all. Alone with her thoughts, she rationed that she deserved this. Facing the steep cliff and all vaste land before her. From everything she's done and will do. A hint of humanity in her, despite it all.

Then the storm ceased as an endless warmth approach. A bird of red and gold approached. It made to crash by Zephyr, but twirled last second into a pinpointed singularity. The flame took form of a woman, clad in regal kimono. She landed with a divine grace. She tucked her ashen hair behind her ear and adjusted her hair piece, before turning to Tessa.

"Saint Zephyr, I am pleased to see you here."

"Lady of the Rainbow, I'm always here when you call for me."

"I am pleased to hear. I've had some issues with the stone you've provided me. It seems The Maiden of the Pale Moon has escaped my clutches and... well... become a shadow beast."

"That... is... unexpected..." Zephyr thought briefly. "I'll have to force Colress to amend that. He has Cyclops access to the Team Snagem and Team Cipher folders."

"How do you know he will listen, he is not a Saint, I'll remind you." The Lady of the Rainbow remarked, her finger wagged with attitude.

"He'll do it. He knows what's best for his safety. We've both encountered the Tinkerer and both know that he fears me. He won't cross me, he cares too much and is full of hope."

"Speaking of Cyclops... the Knight Isles are a bit devastated from my encounter with the Maiden of the Pale Moon."

Tessa stared towards the Champion Isles. For a moment she was expressionless. Then she gave a loud sigh, "Your ability to revive the dead is quite amazing, but you'll find it difficult to revive my respect for you at this point."

"..."

"..."

"I am demoting you from Saint to Preacher. "

"Oh, woe is me!" Tessa shouted, accompanying her performance with her hands reaching for the sky.

"Oh... alright! You're still a Saint, but I'll need your help!" The Lady of the Rainbow pleaded as Tessa turned away.

"How about you get on your knees and plead for my help."

The Lady of the Rainbow clasped her hands over her heart. "I beg your pardon?"

"Then beg."

Tessa glared over her shoulder, to see the Lady stare appalled. She looked down at the puddles of water and reluctantly hitched up her kimono and fell to a knee. Her face flushed red and then she muttered. "Please... I need your help."

"Let's hear that again. More oomph."

The Lady gave a resigned sigh. "Please, Saint Zephyr, assist me in this task! I messed up!"

"Alright, I might be able to help." Tessa approached the Lady of the Rainbow. "Good girl," she whispered while condescendingly patting The Lady's head.

She got to her feet, flustered, and angrily squawked, "I am a goddess!"

"It's cute to watch you get all mad. What'd I do? Ruffle your feathers?"

"There's no time for puns! The Maiden of the Pale Moon is most likely getting her warriors and bringing them to their blades!"

Tessa groaned."Those blades are an infuriating detail. I gave my opinion that they will only divide my research team. My girls will give adequate results."

"They're the blades of the heroes chosen by the Harper line! The heroes of the Flames of War! Those I chose have been bestowed the gifts of power through those blades." She stopped and gave a brief smirk, "I actually had a hand in making them! So I know they're strong and powerful!" She exposed her palm and flames, with flickering existence of a rainbow, leapt to life.