<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br/>Blanqua Transmuter & Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br/>Tagging: The Captain<br/><hr/><br/>Nys looked up at the tall elf's appearance, looking the man over frankly and curiously.  Imposing, he imagined, particularly for the breeds that relied more heavily upon physical strength than the blanqua.  Even for the white elves, his prowess with arms was palpable.  Not a political posting, then, or at least not merely so; a bit surprising to him, honestly.  The southerners loved their royalty so, and were far more attached honorary titles and positions than the blanqua who, while placing no less emphasis on nobility, ensured the less capable were weaned out.  Usually violently.<br/><br/>That implied interesting conclusions.  They had not been kept waiting due to the petty whim or general incompetence of some near sighted bureaucrat, but by the logical prioritization of an experienced soldier.  Which meant something had happened this morning that was more important than urgently responding to a matter that threatened the existence of an entire nation.  Not a terribly comfortable thought.<br/><br/>Pouring a cup of tea - a pekoe, lapsang and peppermint affair that Nys favored highly - the aristocrat added a flaky croissant, laden with honey and butter, then wordlessly offered the breakfast to the captain.  Doubtless, with such urgent tasks at hand, a proper meal had been forgotten.  After another moment's thought Nys began pouring another cup for himself while the raven shuffled from shoulder to shoulder in agitation.<br/><br/>Finally, the bird released a harsh squawk, followed by a surprisingly pleasant feminine voice speaking in the sort of stage whisper that is easily overheard by everyone present.  "Master!  Tell him to hurry!  Why is this taking so long?  There won't be a single worm left by the time we leave...."<br/><br/>Nys gave the captain a pained smile, a touch of embarrassment but mostly the long suffering look of a patient but exasperated parent.  "Sweetling, you're already gorged on biscuit, and I know where the rest of the honey went to this morning and...<em>stop that!</em>"  The last as the bird, bored with explanations and entranced with the mesmerizing sway of the silver cord binding the captain's hair, fluttered to the man's shoulder with a frenzy of wings and began to pluck at the accessory.