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Last day is the Wildcard- so let’s see what the result of the prank was!! Ari is having so much fun!!
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Day Seven
Time for the Arifels to joins in!! Make a prank call, or in this case, send an Arifel with a prank message!!
At dawn the next morning, Tagerill arrived at the Lady’s temple decked out in his dress uniform. Not quite what it should be, but he was sure Leyandrii wouldn’t mind the discrepancies on such short notice. He frowned as he waited outside the locked temple door as he wondered why Leyandrii was being so secretive.
His weapons gleamed; the leather straps were polished to a brilliant gleam and the lacy ruffles agitated his neck.
He huffed as he paced, feeling ridiculous in his fancy clothes. Why anyone wanted to wear ruffles was beyond him. Even the tailor had been insistent they were out fashion, but dress clothes demanded these silly frilly layers.
Maybe he would suggest to Leyandrii that she should update their wardrobe, after all they lived in a different time now. He suddenly wondered how she was even able to appear in Vespers. They hadn’t seen her once since they had awoken. He knew Birlerion would have told him if she had.
A low snicker behind him had him spinning, and he peered into the bushes. “Who’s there?” he demanded. The bushes rustled but no one appeared. He was distracted as the father walked up the path, eyed him in surprise and then unlocked the temple door.
Tagerill entered the temple behind the father and walked up to the altar. He hovered unsure what to do next. Running a finger around his collar he blew the ruffles away from his face. Where was Leyandrii?
Time passed and he knelt before the altar. “Leyandrii?” he whispered. There was no answer, and he was beginning to feel a bit foolish.
When Birlerion and Serillion entered the temple, broad grins on their faces, which morphed into peals of laughter, he flushed.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I’d ask the same question of you. Tage, by the lady, you’re wearing ruffles!” Birlerion said, a chuckle not far away.
When Ari landed on Birlerion’s shoulder and chittered, Tagerill’s eyes grew wide. “You didn’t,” he said.
Serillion folded over, unable to stay upright, he grabbed Birlerion’s arm as tears streamed down his face. “Y-your expression,” he stuttered.
“You sent the message? You made me wear this?”
“You look so pretty, Tage!” Birlerion choked.
“I’ll kill you.”
“Not in the Lady’s temple, Tage.” Birlerion wagged his finger.
“She won’t mind.”
“Of course she will.”
“And that fleabag is in on it?” Tagerill growled, glaring at the Arifel.
“Don’t offend him again,” Serillion said in a strangled voice. “He might do worse next time.”
Tagerill glared at them, until a sheepish expression stole over his face. “It wasn’t real? Leyandrii isn’t coming?”
“I wish she was, but even if she could, do you really think she would expect you to be in dress uniform?” Birlerion asked.
Tagerill exhaled, and then laughed as he looked down at himself. “I suppose not, though she did like the dress balls.” He ripped off the ruffles at his throat. “Thank goodness I can get out of this stupid outfit. But you just wait, I’ll get you back. Both of you.”
Serillion held up his hands. “Nothing to do with me, I found out accidentally. It was Birlerion and Ari.”
Ari flapped his wings, chittered at Tagerill and settled on Birlerion’s shoulder with a definite smirk on his face.
Tagerill glared at him.
“Be careful,” Birlerion warned with a grin. “You represent the pride of the Sentinals. Don’t let us down.”
“Pride, be damned. When I get my hands on you …”
Birlerion ran, his laugh echoed around the temple mixing with Ari’s chitters as he flew out behind him.
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