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Alliene, who had been ready to hail words down on her niece, shot an acid look at the intruder breifly-then did a double take. Without thinking, a hand shot to Nizzre,
"Usta!" She snarled, half drawing her deadly blade before Alae caught her arm.
"No Matron Mother! This is not Calaethis!" Alae had figured this would happen.
Alliene paused, her cold eyes on Arlyth, freezing him in fear, "Not Calaethis? Well, I see that you're right." She released Nizzre's hilt and the blade slid back into place. Her eyes left the elf boy, and the wrathful gaze turned to Alae, who gulped, "You failed to mention the son of the golden one," The way she said 'golden one' was obviously not a praise, "In your haste to convince me to come early. Why is he here."
Alae bit her lip, "Matron, we had no way of knowing. He showed up at dawn without warning and bearing news about these demons." She shot an appologetic look at Arylth.
"I see. Where is your brother? We need to have a discussion."
Alae sighed, "Can it wait till after dinner, aunty? He is very upset...and needs time to cool off before you would speak with him."
The look on Alliene's face said that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear, but she agreed anyway, "I have some things to finish in the underdark. The news that that some members of the defeated house still live will be greatly disturbing to my priestesses. This must be stopped before they tell the High Council they live, or I and all of my House is dead before our time." She shot one more glare at Arlyth before the mist enveloped her, then condensed and floated into the large mirror.
Alae breathed out in relief and sat back on her bed. She loved her aunt dearly, but her mood was totally unpredictable, and it was best to be quiet and not argue when she was angry. She smiled at the elf boy in the door,
"You may come in now child, the Matron is gone."
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