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mind! Though Iana wanted to show favor in the meetings to Earth, it was imperative she be neutral throughout all the proceedings. None the less, Terra Sol truly held a soft spot in her heart.
    Maybe that is why she felt the Empire slipping away further each day; staying just out of her outstretched reach. Maybe that was why she had lost faith in the eyes that for so long had looked to her as inspiration. Not everything had soured, but there was a cloud of discontent hanging over everything; a shadow in the grand light of Lyarra.
    She thought of the upcoming Council session and the turmoil that usually came with it. Like the rest of the recent sessions, Iana had resigned herself to appear as usual by holo-link rather than in person despite the pleas from Myril, the High Priestess of the Guild world Ryas. Myril was one of the few that still warmly conferred with Iana since the Terra Sol conflict and constantly assured her that the icy relations to the rest of the Guild would pass in time. Aen was a one in a lifetime creature and losing him was a blame that had to fall on someone’s shoulder. In a time when she felt more imprisoned than empowered, it was nice to have a friend like Myril.
    A rush of wind roused her from her meditations and brought her back to the here and now. The breeze had shifted and made her instantly aware she had company. She kept her eyes shut, not letting on that she was on to her approaching visitor who had taken such pains to be unseen and unheard. Slowly he closed in on what he thought was an unsuspecting prey, but she knew who and why he was sneaking up on her. For as long as she could remember, her guardian Bryx had conditioned her to be aware of her surroundings; teachings that led to him testing her when she wasn’t prepared. But she was aware, and she knew it was him the second the wind shifted as thousands of years of honing her senses came into play. Iana waited until he was almost right upon her, before she dashed his hopes of catching her off guard.
    “If you weren’t such a heavy breather, you might have been successful, old friend.” She said, unable to keep the smile from her lips.
    “Don’t play coy with me Empress, you had no clue I was here until the wind turned.” He growled in his heavy bass of a voice; unhappy he had come so close to fail now.
    Of course he was right, but Iana wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing he almost had her beaten. It was hard to be mindful of what was happening around her with her thoughts preoccupied with all of the goings on of late. She knew he picked inopportune moments to test her, but today was not her best of days.
    “As much as you try, something your size is impossible to be stealthy.” She replied.
    “Ouch,” he groaned sarcastically. “Yet another joke about my size. Perhaps I should start commenting on your age then?”
    He was playing with her, but there was also something in the tone of his low voice; something was amiss that he saw fit to get her spirits up before dropping some kind of news on her. They had been together for too long, and that familiarity made him as transparent as water to her.
    “Aside from the fact those comments may land you among the prisons on Dyen, there is something you aren’t telling me; I don’t have to look into you mind to know something is amiss.”
    Bryx hesitated; it was she who had caught him off guard. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn’t follow; at least not right as he intended them to.
    “There has been an incident on ‘the Brink’; unauthorized log entries had been tracked for some time and the Guild dispatched a team to investigate.” He said hesitantly.
    “Forgotten?” Iana asked.
    “Three left last week to look into it, but once I heard about it I logged into the mainframe and it shows no logs of arrivals or even crew members being aboard.” Bryx looked concerned. “I thought that was where he still was, but there isn’t a trace of anything