E Pluribus una Vox

Wherein Finn sings with the Ecithians, and other matters.

The capital city of Ecith, known as the Three Cities in the common tongue, it is the jewel and pride of Ecith.

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For a moment, Finn considered whether Akrivar and Myshala balanced each other the way Aværys and Varvara did, or Eikæn and Naori. Finn and Arvælyn. Finn and Arkænyn. He remembered a song that bade the audience abjure binaries, and yet, they were clear in his experience and the wisdom of the Gods.

Huh.

"I like Qalanar," he noted. Arkænyn probably didn't care; at least, the Solunarians cared less about liking a person than for their utility, but they were all encouraging him to be more his authentic, Kalzasern born and bred self.

"Not only because he appreciated my music." It was quite possible the prince would become Finn's brother-in-law, at least, if Solunarian custom counted the connection between husbands of siblings. Some didn't, he understood from his academic study of ancient and divers musics at the Kalzasern Academy.

"Aværys and, by tacit association, Varvara seem to have assumed a more Aurisian view since their incarceration in an Aurisian volcano. My position under His eye is proof of that, I think. But, at my wedding, he bade us seek outside Solunarium for our hungers and ambitions. That might mitigate and slow internal change, but we can hope and work toward that change all the same.

"If I am successful here and do become præfectus, I shan't institute mind control. The Sentinels may be required, but I would rather guide their thoughts with a gentler touch, an honest propaganda."

As for their experiences across multiple realities, "Perhaps our minds touched different realities." Or perhaps their foci and divergent characters guided what they saw. Phædreon wasn't exactly helpful in understanding. Finn could pin him down for answers, but it seemed to distress the elf, who seemed adamant that Finn not delve much deeper into those mysteries. The legate had no intentions of exploring the edges of traversion where it was closest to chronomancy, but he was only human; he sought context for the mysteries.

He dreamed of other Finns in other realities sometimes. He just wanted to know what it all meant.

"Thankfully, I'm less vexing than ruling the Luxium..."
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we keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
and in our native language, we are chanting ancient songs
and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
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“I love Qalanar. I would go to the ends of the world for him, if he bade it and my oaths allowed… And your in-laws are wise to exploit their relationship with him. He is far more powerful than he seems and his fondness for Varværyn ideals is an immense boon to Solunarium. His means of manifesting his will is… unparalleled. Almost godlike.” Arkænyn grimaced slightly,

“I wish he were here to make this mission easier.” He mused, sitting back as a platter was placed before him. His violet eyes perused the offerings and his expression bespoke approval.

“Well, I’m of the mind that Mesmer shouldn’t be a starting point, but a last resort. If your gentler touch doesn’t work, I have little doubt Phocion will send Mesmers. You should be explicit in your aversion if you don’t want them augmenting your work from the shadows. I’m certain some of the Vigilia on this very mission are grandmasters of the Craft.” Last resort or not, he’d have sent powerful Mesmers if he were in Phocion’s boots.

“They surely did. You have given voice to memories I lack and I am certain I saw things you did not…” Though he trailed off without elaborating on the specifics thereof.

“And, to be very clear, I did not pay you an oath primarily due to some extradimensional hangover. That lent me more faith in you than I had prior, but my commitment is born of this you and this me.” He said, gesturing to each of them in turn with a fork before it was employed to skewer a bit of grilled aubergine and deliver it to his mouth. He chewed and swallowed before speaking again.

“Though you certainly look at me differently than you used to.” He offered through a smirk.

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Finn nodded, chewing thoughtfully. After swallowing, "Perhaps he might visit Drathera himself. Hosting our embassy is nigh unprecedented in recent history. A visiting Aurisian prince would make the court or... whatever you call a commonwealth's version of a court... more cosmopolitan to be sure."

Seeing Qalanar again would please Finn, and it seemed it would greatly please Arkænyn, which would please Finn all the more.

"I'll send him an invitation."

As for the Mesmers, "I am certain you are correct. I know of at least one registered Mesmer among them, though I haven't had the time to focus on pushing myself beyond what mastery I own. Arvælyn and I were equals once. When they unlocked his draconic nature, though, he far outstripped me even there."

Finn didn't seem bothered by that; he had done a sort of calculus between them to find a balance that worked for him.

"If Phocion doesn't trust me to do the job..." That was a troubling thought, but he couldn't dwell upon it lest it make him ineffectual. "No, I will not turn the Ecithian Orkhan into wingless Kathar legions. They will choose the Dual Thrones and the Divine Twins of their own free will or else it isn't worth the air from their lungs to declare it. At least under my... fuck... my rule. Sometimes I wonder how I got here, as if I must have blacked out on certain steps along the way."

He shook his head, dark hair tossing. That was an avenue he couldn't waste time on either.

Whether he intended it so or not, Arkænyn's admission derailed all that. Finn's eyes softened.

"I love you," he said simply. After a beat for it to settle, he continued, "An unlikely thing, one would think, if one hadn't seen so many versions of us fall in love. But I cannot give you what other Finns have given other Arkies, not in good faith. Aværys didn't have me swear to forsake all others when I married. Indeed, he..." Finn blushed. "But I would not sacrifice Arvælyn's feelings for my own. I am one of the foundation stones he stands upon, I was even before we became a part of any pyramid. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will not speak of it. I will subsume it under the respect and more platonic affection I feel. In any case, your heart and your bed are your own. I will not use your oath to dictate where and with whom you share those."
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we keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
and in our native language, we are chanting ancient songs
and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
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"I would be shocked if he had the time, but it's worth the attempt..." Arkænyn noted of Qalanar. His expression softened as Finn questioned his place in Phocion's esteem.

"Well, if it isn't too grim a thought, I wonder whether they took your human lifespan into account when they assigned you to this post. Phædryns are famously patient. Cithæra waited a century to create her vantages and press them. I don't doubt that Phocion trusts you to fulfill the plan he laid out for you, but whether your vanguard is meant to set a lasting tone for Provincia Ecithia?" He sucked his teeth and shrugged.

Even if Finn lived unusually long for a human, the Phædryns wouldn't need to wait as long as Cithæra had to supplant his velvet glove with an iron fist. Perhaps they were taking a page out of the Aurisian handbook and recognising that different forms of rule work at different times. Sometimes the gentle diplomacy of the Stitchmother worked best, and other times the fiery sword of Akrivar served better.

Arkænyn's eyes danced away at Finn's direct admission, and his jaw clenched as his plate of food suddenly became very interesting and the cutting of its morsels took more of his focus than it had moments prior.

"You're all right, too." He said, finally. "But I have no aspiration to be more than a knight in service to you. To broach the sort of relationship you touch upon would make it impossible to observe my oaths as I ought. As for my sex life, well... The Commonwealth is not so erotically enticing an atmosphere as Solunarium. Perhaps it's the humidity, perhaps it is the grotesque population or perhaps my spirit just needs a break from all that. When I go back, I might entreat your brother in law to take me whoring again. That was fun."

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Finn didn't comment on Qalanar's schedule, though it occurred to him that a case might be made for him to do a tour with Valæra, a courting holiday, giving her a chance to observe first hand what headway Finn was making for the Phædryns.

"Perhaps I will prove myself so useful to Aværys and to Zalkyriax that they don't let me die..." His smile was a bit crooked. "Anyway, I can't die. If I did, my symphony so entwined with Arvælyn's, I don't think the Assessors could heal the wound it would leave in its wake."

It had occurred to him that they might have let him marry Arvælyn expressly so the eventual loss would harden him into the political animal they wanted him to be, but that was not an eventuality he would accept lying down. To that end, he ought to ask Pater Ramses if it would be considered a sin for a Varværyn to strike down one of the Radiant. He could usually intuit his way through the complexities of two deities, two thrones, and two ruling races, and the interplay between them, but he was still somewhat stumped as to his place on the Pyramid.

Here, at least, he was nominally at the top, though he didn't think Alikhandrian was actually a part of that Pyramid. The dragon was helpful, of course, but hardly there to be commanded by the Crownwyrm's legate except at direst necessity.

"So, I oughtn't to write songs of longing..." His smile and voice were soft, then he brightened into laughter. "Raithen did introduce himself to me as a master of fighting and fucking and not much else. His words."

It still seemed strange to him that the Avialae of the family was at the base of that family Pyramid rather than at its apex, but then, this was not the land of the Synnekar.

"I will try to schedule my visits to the capital around your libido, my knight."

He could, at least, claim Arkænyn by right of his soul-bound oath. In any case, Lystreia would likely couple with him if he were to express interest. Finn pointedly did not let his mind wander into imagining what that might look like, sound like... He sipped his wine.
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we keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
and in our native language, we are chanting ancient songs
and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
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"Well, it is said that in days of old the Dracones Platinum would perform rites of conversion... altering lesser beings to more resemble them, but the fact that you were sent here expressly because of your otherness doesn't seem to imply that you're on the conversion queue at the moment." Arkænyn offered with a snigger. His smile broadened at Finn's mention of songs of longing.

"I don't recall the nuances of your nuptial Oaths, but that is between you, His Exalted Highness and the Oathkeeper on High. I am not Qalanar to press your promises, whatever they may be." And he shook his head, chuckling at the talk of his libido.

"You will do no such thing." He took a sip of his wine and sighed, rather contented. It might have surprised anyone who knew him as a tyrannical prince regent to know that he was genuinely happier as a knight abroad in service to one he used to deem his inferior. But here he was, out of the oppressive regime and into the oppressive humidity of the Commonwealth enjoying a leisurely dinner with a not-so-lowly human. It had vexed him once that Finn had been Marked and he had not, but now he recognised why. Though he'd borne great ambitions, he hadn't truly enjoyed their pursuit. He enjoyed the toil of sustaining power accrued even less. What he was enjoying was this luncheon.

"More bread." He raised his voice, but not his head to look at the servi he was commanding. His eyes remained on the herbed oil he was pouring into a small dish for dipping when the baked goods he'd requested arrived.

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"I might be fortunate not to be queued for change," he said thoughtfully, "lest they also give me the requisite equipment to bear an heir for the Crownwyrm's heir."

If being fashioned into an elf or a dragonborn elf to match Arvælyn would require an adaptation of his identity, a shift in his reproductive organs might require even more.

Finn chuckled too, finding Arkænyn the platinum knight quite superior to Arkænyn the heir apparent to the Luxian throne. He supposed his ambitions weren't commensurate with his sense of responsibility, and Finn could empathize with that. And if Arkænyn's responsibilities and focus fell solely upon Finn, well, that felt good too.

At least here in the Prædium, the humidity and heat were cut by magical means, and of course most of his clothes were bespelled to keep him comfortable; it wouldn't do for an official envoy to always seem to be sweating nervously in negotiations.

The legate sat back, having not finished his meal. The pervasive—even with a modicum of magical infrastructure—heat blunted his appetite, and he was enjoying the chilled wines he had started drinking in Solunarium. Already, his features were a touch leaner; he remained active, training with Arkænyn and the other Sentinels to keep his skills sharp.

Out of habit, he reached through the slipspace for a lyre and began to pluck out arpeggios. A lyre was not a lute, but there were enough similarities in technique that he was quite good with it, too. In any case, he had to keep those skills sharp as well. He was learning Orkhan music, but he was also bringing in outside influences to share with the people. He only hoped his lighter touch didn't read as propaganda.

And I don't want to kiss you
Underneath that flashing sign.
What's the hurry? We're not ready.
We've got plenty of time.

But he didn't sing the whole song; it wasn't finished yet.

And he didn't want to shut Arkænyn up, but he was probably used to Finn underscoring intimate moments with music by now.
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we keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
and in our native language, we are chanting ancient songs
and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
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“I think sex changes fall outside their exalted bailiwick, but you ken our Draconic lieges better than I.” The Platinum Knight demurred.

“First you expresss your affections outright and now you append our luncheon with the food of love? Tsk, Your Grace. You speak with two mouths on the matter of our relationship… or perhaps you sing with one and speak with t’other. I have heard you harmonise with yourself.” Arkænyn trailed off, turning his eyes to the newly delivered bread— still piping hot. He heated his own hand to meet it where it was. He may have been reared in Auris, but at least his mater had seen to it that he bore the family Runes that no scalding food do harm to his princely flesh.

He broke a morsel from the greater loaf and dipped it into the herbed oil, before taking a relishing bite. Violet eyes rolled back.

“Heavenly.” He muttered, before washing it down with wine and sitting back with his arms slung on the back of the chair behind him as he let himself bask in the environs and the music.

“Are you practicing the theme you’ll use to tame the savage beast that is the Ecithian Commonwealth, or is this selection particular to me?” He wondered aloud, after a few refrains.

He knew as much of Finn’s modus operandi here as he’d been let in on, but there were many details he had yet to glean. Whether or not he agreed with the ethics of Finn’s aversion to Mesmerising his way into annexation, he certainly thought it wise to withhold. There were too many variables… the Ecithian divine triumvirate not the least of those.
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"Bold of you to assume I sing of you while practicing, Your Serene Highness," he countered with a smile. It ached, though. Cithæra had warned him, though, and he had gone into it with his eyes open. He just hadn't seen through the eyes of a time lord yet, seen all the possibilities that truly existed in the world. He was not unhappy, but he ached.

"Syren sent Her bards after me. A while after I sacrificed what apparently was Her instrument, giving it to Domina Varvara and receiving Her version of the thing." It wasn't what he played now, but Arkænyn had seen it, sharp and steely and prepared to enchain his listeners for him. "I wonder what will happen when She deigns to see me Herself..."

Perhaps Varvara's subversion of the Orkhan demigoddess's instrument was the first link of a chain to shackle Her. As Arkænyn declared the bread heavenly, his own eyes almost rolled back in his head thinking of the pleasure he would receive if he offered up the Goddess of Music to his own God and his God's twin. Aværys was exacting, but then also generous with his servants.

"'Tis probably hubris to think I might match Her in a battle of song, or to wonder whether you could vanquish Raxen. Balancing at the top of one pyramid, the eye seeks another, higher pyramid upon which to leap..." Whether he was working on lyrics or working through his thoughts with a musical underscoring remained to be seen. He trusted Arkænyn with that intimacy, whichever it was.
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we keep on churning and the lights inside the house turn on
and in our native language, we are chanting ancient songs
and when we quiet down, the house chants on without us
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“Ah, yes, I’m sure you are merely idly practising… at luncheon… seated across from me after just having said you love me.” Arkænyn did not seem remotely chastened by Finn’s counter. He may have sworn his fealty, but that commitment hadn’t been to humble his wily tongue.

“I have heard it said that the Triumvirate of Ecith grows weak. Should our mission of diplomacy turn into an active coup to claim their place in the Pantheon, I would relish a chance to vie against the ancient foe of mine
ancestors. To prevail in single combat against Raxen…" That heady notion set pinpricks to rise upon the pale flesh of his arms.

"It makes me wish I'd left mummy's throne room with the greatest of great grandsire's sword in hand. But alas…" He trailed off as notions of grandeur gave way to the comfort and pleasure of the meal.

“What is next on the agenda for you today? Dominus Alikhandrian, was it?” Arkænyn wondered aloud.

“I haven’t spent as much time with the Platinums as you. Would you say he is a similar specimen to the Zalkyrians or… well, how are you finding him?” Arkænyn himself was ambivalent. Their interactions had been few and he was naturally anxious around dragons, as was anyone of sound mind in his opinion. They were remarkably powerful creatures and even in Auris there was a level of deference applied to any audience with such a force of nature.
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