Kacy Chronicles Boxed Set: The Revelations of Oriceran by A.L. Knorr & Martha Carr & Michael Anderle

Author:A.L. Knorr & Martha Carr & Michael Anderle [Knorr, A.L.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2018-06-24T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Toth landed on a terrace just outside a towering residence, south of the king's palace. Five tall obsidian pillars, insanely elaborate and expensive, glittered in the sun. He folded his wings away as a young Arpak female appeared from between the pillars.

She was dressed in a plain white robe that was cinched at the waist with glittering red rocks. She wore her long dark hair tied up high on her head and a thin gold band across her forehead. She had long, slender arms and hands. Her light blue wings were small, the primary feathers barely reaching her knees; they were the kind of wings that were considered beautiful in proportion, but not great for flying. Arpaks who had abnormally small wings were often mistaken for angels in paintings. This was exactly the kind of elegantly proportioned Arpak that artists loved to capture on canvas.

She's probably never known a day of hard work in her whole life.

She didn't introduce herself, only said, "He's expecting you." The beautiful Arpak invited Toth, with a fluid arm gesture, to pass through the pillars. "May I bring you a drink, or something to eat?"

"No, thank you." Toth entered the residence with the young Arpak trailing behind. Expensive looking furniture decorated the spacious parlour. Cathedral ceilings gave the space an airy, hollow feeling, and small birds flew about the buttresses and sat in the high stained glass windows.

"Through there." The young woman pointed to an archway leading to a second, more private terrace.

Toth passed through the archway and onto a balcony, where a short, broad Arpak stood with his hands behind his back, facing the city below. He wore a vest of black velvet embroidered with gold thread, and pants made of a soft woven fabric. He had rings on his fingers worth more than anything Toth owned, or ever would own, in his lifetime.

Toth saw that the girl had come by her wings honestly; this man, too, had small, light blue wings. They were relaxed, and lay apart–—a position typical of someone who didn't fly much. On Rodania, this draped carriage of one’s wings was a sign of wealth.

Toth thought it just looked lazy.

The Arpak turned and presented Toth with a wide broad face. His expression was serious but not unfriendly. He looked young and sincere. "Thank you for coming, Toth." Balroc held out a hand. "I always liked the human custom of a handshake."

Toth gave his hand, and it was shaken heartily.

"You must be used to it by now, working alongside humans so closely."

Toth didn't bother to correct him. The humans of The Conca shook hands with each other; not with the Nychts who protected them, unless a deal was being made.

"As you'll know from my letter, my name is Balroc. Please, have a seat." He gestured to the stools positioned in front of a fountain in the middle of the balcony. Two silver cups had been set out on the small table.

"I'd rather stand, if it’s all the same to you."

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