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[Foxy_Aristocracy]

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After many a year serving the beautiful city of Moonglow, Branwen new it was time for her to to take on her duty and to her people in the long forgotten Sovereign Order. They once resided on an ancient and magical Isle in a bay surrounded by land. No man can take a ship there for the waters are to treacherous, you can nay see this place by from land. And the only way to get there is by ancient magics. She reached into an old dust covered box in her Luna home attic.. she smiled and said to herself, it is time to reclaim my family plot. "Kal ort Por" she landed on the mist covered isle that she had not set eyes on since before the death of her parents. She smiled and walked into the dilapidated old sea manor.. She begun cleaning and fixing the old furniture with an almost possessed haste. She casted a spell of blessing over her property and before long the blue and teal glass windows were glimmering in the sunlight.

" We will rise again she whispered into the wind"


Deacon soon came to the Sovereign Isle and found her sitting on a log, just in front of the the manor... Silverline had sent a message for him to meet her there. "Dear it's not going to take long to rebuild this empire." With the two of us leading we will not fail. They smiled at each-other and agreed to begin rebuilding the Order together. I am so happy! Branwen said with a large grin on her face. She ran up the old stone steps and opened a dresser in the bedroom, she pulled out a long teal and black dress. It was made of fine silk and black linen. "This was Mothers" She walked in front of the vanity holding it against her small frame. "I do believe I have an idea!".. she grinned at Deacon. " In honor of my family's Past, let us use these colors for all to recognize us."

[Deacon]

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Deacon stood in awe of the beauty that radiated from Branwen. He finally realized he was staring and quickly shifted his eyes to the colors of the dress. Those are fine selections he said. "You mother had very good taste". Deacon slowly began to move throughout the castle as Branwen followed. He tried to hard to concentrate on the task at hand but found it hard to keep from staring. At that moment Silverline whispered in Deacons ear as he always did "*laughing* What are you looking at?....ah I see". "Be silent" and with that the wisp was gone leaving Deacon and Branwen alone to discuss the future of the Order.

They made their way to the roof top after a short tour of the castle. They sat at the far end of the sparkling fountain that rest in the center of the roof, positioning themselves quite close to one another.

He took a deep breath and wraped his arm around her tiny side and pulled her in close. This will be the new beginning to something grand. Branwen looked up to meet Deacons gaze "Indeed the Order will once again be respected and revered" Deacon nodded "I wasnt refering to that just yet" Deacon quickly leaned down to kiss Branwen unexpectatly meeting her on the way up. Yes this was the start of something grand.....nothing can shake it.