Quote: Crut for the first time, had difficulty with her accent. "Alright, we have a month or so." He kissed her head. "Now drink, you need to get well." He got up and left her room.
Three days later he went to the next gathering if the inner circle. This time everyone was present even the Moguar King. The High King was never allowed to the inner circle meeting, for his presence would be believed to intimidate the inner workings between the four worlds. There were five members from each world.
Crut and Illykran were joint chair. While the highest standing members from each group were the heads for their sections. Illykran had been growing weary as of late, and with the way the circle was handling the Memeruk case he was ready to walk out.
"Untill we have conclusive finding about dragons from specialist Orb we are not going to assume." One of the Terrellians put a firm finger on the table.
Illykran was out in the hallway listening as Crut arrived. "Have they started already?" Crut grunted.
"Well that depends on the definition of start." Illy gave him a hard slap. "You've softened up since last I saw you?"
"I have a few little secrets to my success." Crut smiled. He almost looked like his old charming self now, just taller.
"You found a woman didn't you?" Illykran smiled. "She helped you tame that beast that took you over... good I am happy for you."
"Thanks."
"Did you bring a change of clothes? Cuz this will tick you off today."
"Just don't take off on me." Crut held up a small bag with larger clothes in it.
"I won't... Krits has been trying, but I think he's about to start abusing his mind powers in order to win the argument."
"I am surprised they allowed him in based on the telepathy?"
"Well Nostros can't do it anymore... but imagine what it was like while all of you were on that earth mission!"
"Illykran?" Crut pulled him further down the hall. "Krits and I have been talking about reinstating King Felthore's Line. The Memeruk has been bred down far enough and we have three candidates that would take over instead of Fejorn's heir."
"That won't happen, the name Memeruk is fast earning it reputation as of late." Illy's face was concerned and almost full of grief. "I am going out of my mind, I have been head of trying to save the mares and foals for over three hundred years Crut. Not they are talking of exiling all of them so that we can better protect against the kidnappings."
"I read the reports. Mass execution?"
"It would end up killing too many innocent. Amber and the Condor were not bad. Sure The Condor was gruff and a bit of a jerk... but no more than some other stallions that I know. He treated his wife well and loved his kids."
"Does his daughter know who her father was yet?" Crut asked.
"I thought about telling Bambi, but not with this stuff going on, not until the water clears... They are talking of filtering down to the quarter. Crut I know those numbers, that's too many and most if not all are fine."
"Wait.. that would get both Ykrus and Heather kicked out, including Bambi." Crut shook his head.
"If they move that Motion I will challenge the blood right to Fejorn. I don't want to see Ykrus as King, but I will risk that over sending all those Cetaurs away, including two of my own children and my niece." Illykran snorted.
"Illy, I though Condors mother was a half-blood?" He cocked his head.
"No... she was actually three quarters. Enough for them to count it. I was a fool marrying Amber. Condor's baby sister." Illy shook his head.