The Fire and The Storm - The Nexus of Kellaran #2

Chapter 37

Part 8

First they ran to Sana’s Kitchen to help with initial food preparation for a feast for the entire community,

then they met Mark, Talia, and Alilia at the gathering hall where they helped put up ribbons, bouquets of

flowers, and other physical decorations, then they all went back to the restaurant for lunch and to help

with the cooking for another two hours. Then Reggie and Helemia spent an hour psionicly calling small

birds from all over the islands, then back to Sana’s to help with getting all the food into Preserving

serving dishes, Moving it all over to the hall, arranging tables and chairs, and finalizing the meal’s

presentation. Finally, the twins cast the decorations that were Illusions, by themselves. These included

three brilliant rainbows just beneath the dome of the hall that met in the center, and an amazing

fountain consisting of an ornately carved white marble bowl three meters wide and a meter deep with

three marble dolphins in the middle spouting streams into the air from their mouths, but the fluid they

spouted in artistic and complex patterns up to three meters high wasn’t water, it was liquid fire.

“That is just beautiful.” Alilia marveled.

“It is.” Mark agreed with a grin. “I don’t know if I’m more impressed by your ability to maintain such

complex Illusions without even keeping your attention on them, or by the breath-taking artistry of it all.”

“Thank you Father.” the twins chorused together with proud smiles.

“And that’s the last of it.” Talia nodded with satisfaction. “We’re a few minutes early, but we might as

well open the doors, and you can start welcoming your guests.” Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Okay.” Helemia agreed as she Levitated two meters and took one last long look around the great

room. Everything seemed in order, so they went to the main entrance and swung the doors open wide

with Movement.

Reggie and Helemia took their places just to one side of the doors, and the adults let the twins greet

their guests. After all, the entire event had been the twins’ idea, and it was definitely their production.

The adults knew that it was the twins’ coming-out party, and their birthday was only a handy excuse for

their social debut.

There were already about thirty people visiting and chatting outside the hall as they waited for the

doors to open, and the first to enter and be greeted were Dalia and Bezedil, who had been babysitting

Valentia.

Within twenty minutes everyone had arrived and been greeted and seated. The dragons and unicorns

lounged on the floor, as did many of the children and younger adults of the humans and elves, using

the available cushions for comfort and leaving some of the chairs empty.

Reggie and Helemia Levitated three meters so everyone could see them. “Hello, and welcome to our

party!” Reggie called as they smiled and waved. It sounded a bit strange to hear Trade Common

spoken so well in his baby’s voice, and he augmented his volume with a simple spell, but there were

many there who were glad he hadn’t communicated with psionics.

“First, we’d like to say that we did as much of the work for this party as we could ourselves, but we

couldn’t have done it without a lot of help. We’d like to thank Great-Grandmother Sana and everyone at

Sana’s Kitchen for all their help with the wonderful feast we’ll all be enjoying in a little while!”

They led a round of applause for those worthy cooks, who smiled and waved in acknowledgement.

“And we’d like to thank our wonderful parents, all three of them, for their help with everything!”

Mark and Talia smiled and waved to acknowledge their applause, but Alilia was so moved that she

merely blushed bright pink and smiled as she wiped a tear away. The twins had never called her a

parent before, and she was surprised at how moved she was to hear them publicly declare it. Talia

chuckled at her emotion, and gave her a supportive one-armed hug. She returned it, and cuddled

Valentia, held in her other arm, a little closer.

“We’ve noticed some of you being very careful around our fire fountain, but you don’t need to worry

‘cause it’s just an Illusion. After dinner there’ll be games and dancing, and during dinner we’ll be

listening to the music of The Orchestra of The High People, taken from one of Mother’s memories. But

first, we’ll listen to a quintet from Heartwood playing Flying In The Morning, accompanying the birds of

Hiliani in dance!”

As he said that last, everyone heard the rousing song begin, seemingly coming from all around them,

and hundreds of small birds flew in the open windows and began flying an intricate dance of swirling

and darting patterns in time to the music. They flew well out of reach of their audience, but occasionally

flew low enough that some could faintly feel the wind of their passage, proving that they weren’t an

Illusion. The song was a short one, only a bit more than three minutes long, and as it ended the birds

flew back out the windows and dispersed.

Everyone gave an enthusiastic round of applause, and as the orchestral piece began, Helemia called:

“Eat well everyone, we made sure there was lots!”

The tables with the food were arranged around the perimeter of the room, including bushel baskets of

salads for each of the unicorns. There was even a whole beef for the dragons, which was little more

than a snack for the four of them, but it was a tasty one. The beef was whole and raw, but the twins

were provided it with an Illusion of having been prepared and roasted for the benefit of the rest of the

gathering, which the dragons did not perceive.

As containers and serving dishes were opened all over the room, the twins made their way to their

table, which was on the far end of the group of long seating tables from the main doors, nearest to

where the dragons lounged. Everyone served themselves except for the youngest children, which

included the twins, and Mark carried a tray with four plates along the serving tables while Talia loaded it

with their meals.

“Mmm, this is so good!” Karzog growled in Draconian to Reggie and Helemia while tearing off a

mouthful of beef. “Thank you! Domestic animals are always so tender!”

“You’re welcome!” Reggie psionicly replied in the same language, since the humanoid vocal apparatus

was incapable of doing justice to the spoken language of dragons. He allowed only the dragons and his

table group to hear him. “Changing the smell of it for everyone is one of the hardest things we’ve done.

But then, we didn’t have to cook it, so it’s still less work in total than everyone else’s meals.”

He and Helemia were glad for the conversation, since they were the only ones seated at their table

while everyone else served up.

As a politeness, Yazadril cast Tongues for Draconian on himself and the rest of their tablemates while

serving himself six meters away, and displayed no outward sign that he had done so.

“So let me see if I understand all this.” Povon chuckled, continuing in Draconian. “You two are changing

the sight and scent of this beef for everyone else here, and you’re casting the Illusions of the rainbows

and the fire fountain, and you’re broadcasting the sound component of a Reading of Talia’s memory of

the orchestra playing, all simultaneously? Will you still be able to eat without spilling on yourselves

while doing all that?”

“Sure!” Helemia replied with a mental giggle. “We’ve applied automated physical spell techniques to

psionic spells. Once we start one it keeps going on its own. The hardest part was doing the bird dance,

though you really only have to get a good control on the flock leaders, and the rest follow them. And the

hardest part of that was making sure that none of them pooped while they were in here!”

She continued after everyone got a good chuckle from that. “We’re getting pretty good at psionics since

Quewanak started training us in psionic warfare. We’ve adapted his techniques to almost everything

we do. For instance, the way we’re changing the smell of the beef is the reverse of a method for hiding

on a battlefield after a defeat, only instead of covering our smell and making us smell dead, we’re

covering the dead smell of the beef and making it smell to humanoids like that other roast beef over

there. And we’re covering all of the smells of the meat from the unicorns, raw and cooked both.”