A flicker, a spark – the night encompassing the stars. A familiar dawn rose, warmth nurtured by a lovely arranged fireplace crackled. Deliciously pleasant drinks made the rounds. A different landscape rose for it was at the feet of Mont Blank, directly west of Noctis's Hallow and Glenda.
"Master," said a familiar voice, "-Queen Courtney is ready to see you."
"Thank you, Alta," he rose, "-I will be back shortly." Long corridors stretched as did the growingly slow-paced footsteps. '-Emergency summons,' he straightened his tie at a reflective chestplate, '-I wonder what mother has to say?' The greater door buckled; a lavishly decorated hall expanded alongside a red carpet. Many guests were gathered, drinks served and layers dressed as a reception. There held fewer humans, more demi-humans, and non-humanoid beings. Vampires, the elusive Werewolf clan, Dwarves, and the lizardman, who now went by the moniker of Reptilians. A center throne kept Courtney's long glossy hair.
