I Hate to Be a Killjoy...

[»Míríel«]

Miriel shook her head at Damion, "I don't think so." Before she could look at Jaedon, or try to find her fading figure, Cecily caught her attention once more and the two began talking away once more. Mostly it was Cecily who was talking, but Miriel didn't mind.
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Neron watched at Jaedon left. She was crying, he could sense it. He was split emotionally, one part of his was ecstatic, he had won this battle, the other was distraught, he couldn't help her. This was the worst of punishments. Neron couldn't be there for the one he loved, nor could he truly celebrate with Miriel and Damion. Now he was tied down. He would be passive now, aggressive movements wouldn't help him anyways. All this helpless struggling had only caused his other side to be more smug and only gain in power. Neron had learned something from his other side now, struggling was hopeless, it only wore you out and made you weak for the opportune time. He would wait, and when the time was right, fight. If that moment ever came.

Damion caught his eye and Neron, after looking back at Jaedon one last time went over to him. "Jaedon..." He paused and glanced toward Miriel to make sure she was preoccupied with Cecily. "Is having one of her relapses. Lately she's been snapping at me more and seems to be getting angrier faster. it seems like these are markers of cracks against her inner self, and if she isn't careful it will collapse once again." Neron smiled, to most it would have looked encouraging, but to those with sharp eyes it had a dark tone to it, "Don't worry Damion, I will be here and will try my best to...help." If anything can be done on this matter, it will be." It was true, if anything could be done on the matter of making it worse and ostracizing her from her friends, it would be done.

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Tarian stood just a little way off, but he heard everything. His usually calm eyes showed some slight confusion. He looked at Cecily, who was still chattering away with Miriel, and frowned. Wherever he took her there seemed to be some mischief going on. He shook his head with a smile, Cecily was a strange one, and strange things usually happened around her. She created such chaos, but remained calm. She had learned a lot.

Coming closer to Damion Tarian slapped him on the shoulder and replied, "Don't you worry, chap, Neron and I will take care of Jaedon, She'll be as fit as a fiddle by the time you come back. Don't you mind about it. Now I believe you should take your beautiful bride off, don't you?" He smiled then stepped to the side, clearing the way to Miriel. As if by cue Cecily tied up the conversation neatly and skipped over to Tarian. Miriel looked up in surprise and her gaze rested on Damion once more. Tarian and Neron were staring at each other now, Neron's eyes were daggers this time, and Tarian's were just pools of serenity. Cecily touched TArian's hand, which caused the stares to break and with a nod the two waved goodbye to the married couple, and left. Neron cleared his throat. "Have a nice Honeymoon." He smirked slightly and then bowing slightly, turned and sauntered off.

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Damion's brow furrowed even more. Had Jaedon really been struggling that much? She hadn't had a really bad day in a while, or at least that is what he had thought. It had seemed that she had moved beyond that, that she was finally going in the right direction. For some reason, Damion almost found it impossible to believe. He really wanted to believe that Jaedon's darker days were behind her. But then again, Neron and her were in love. If she really was snapping at him, then there really couldn't be any other reason but that she was, indeed, having a spell. Or else Neron was doing something to provoke her, but he doubted that Neron was being annoying on a constant basis.

Nerons words were obviously meant to be reassuring, but for some reason they made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He had no idea why he was so jittery about this, but he knew that he would have to get over it. Tarians words did the job much better as far as comfort went. He knew that he could trust Tarian with anyone that was precious, even Miriel.

He gave a smile to Tarian, "Thanks, Tarian. Please keep an eye out on both of those two for us while we are gone. I will be able to rest easy as long as you are here."

Damion watched as Neron walked away. It seemed that they were now all alone, without Neron, Cecily, or Tarian. Just he and Miriel were there, and Damion suddenly found himself wishing to leave. After all, as Neron had said, they had a honeymoon to go to. He turned to Miriel, "Well, my love, shall we be off?" He smiled down at her, a gleam in his eyes.

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Jaedon had been crying for some time. Her arms were starting to get cold. Her thin straps were not serving as good protection against the damp, cold brick walls. She wiped her eyes and slowly rose from the floor. She had to get up. She had to go home. She needed rest. However, as she looked at her now soiled dress, she realized that she had not told Miriel and Damion goodbye. She gasped and then, looking back at her dress, she realized that to go and see them she would have to explain. It was better to keep things a secret. They were about to leave for their honeymoon. There was no sense in bringing them worry now.

She walked outside to the light of day again and walked to where she was just in front of where the ceremony had taken place. She saw Miriel and Damion there alone. Damion was saying something to Miriel, a huge smile on his face. He was so happy. They both beamed with joy. Jaedon was glad for them. She was glad that their roughest days were over. Now they would be able to solve their problems together. She turned and began to walk away. Just as she was out of sight though, she passed a thought to the happy couple, "Congratulations. I'm sorry that I ran out so quickly. I am afraid I am not quite feeling well. Don't worry, I will go and see Cecily if it gets too bad. I hope that you have a wonderful time. Know that I will miss you dearly." With that said, she disappeared into one of the nearby alley's.

[»Míríel«]

Miriel blushed deeply when Damion asked if they could go. It was strange how even though everyone had left, she didn't miss them. She looked down out of shyness for a moment. When she looked back up she had a gleam in her eye. Then with a laugh she nodded. "Let's"

The next sight in the sky was that of an ice dragon and a phoenix streaking the sky. It was a strange sight, but a refreshing one. The two had finally been connected in a life of eternal autumn or spring. Life couldn't be better.

THE END