Jeric's Journal 06 - Jerlera 01

“I have something to show you.” Cesa Alera says from across the table. In their dark corner booth she puts down her half empty mug of ale, their third round of drinks, and begins to unbutton the top of her collared white blouse.
Jeric, “Uh…”
She pauses and sighs, “That amulet that you wear around your neck, the one with my hair inside the red jewel…”
Jeric’s hand reaches up to the amulet. He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again.
Alera continues, “You asked the Valencian Council for help and they created something for you that would react to my presence. It vibrates and moves in my direction when I get near. Yes I know all about it. And when I first heard of the request that you made I felt a perverse sense of pride… and I thought you a coward.
I… was wrong. I still had… have, much to learn about you.”

Shaking her head Alera continues, “Didn’t you ever wonder Worgrave how I kept getting so close?”
Jeric, “Uh…”
Alera, “I was there you know. In Wydeshire. I was there in the crowd, when you gave that speech. I didn’t think you had it in you. I saw your words wash over that crowd like a powerful spell. You became something of a beacon to those people. Hope for that hopeless lot. The sap coming out of your mouth was painful to my ears, but I was impressed. I followed you in secret for the rest of that night and it became clear that you were looking for… someone. Who were you hoping to find all alone in the night dear Jeric?”, Alrea asks with a smirk.
Jeric, “Uh…” He quickly takes a sip from his mug.
Alera continues, “How could I silently breathe down your neck that entire night and sit here across from you now without triggering that amulet?”
Jeric dumbfounded lifts the amulet’s jewel up to his eye for a closer inspection.
“Worgrave!” Alera exclaims slapping her palm on the table, smiling now, clearly enjoying this. She reaches under her shirt and pulls out an identical necklace, save for a brown jewel instead of a red one.
Alera says, “The first time I wore this was when we were together on the floater in Wyldshire. You went into some sort of trance while controlling that behemoth dragon. … Her voice grows softer, “You knew nothing about me except my mission to kill you yet you still volunteered to save other lives at the risk of your own. You were defenseless and at my mercy. I thought you a fool…“ Alera looks down and shakes her head. Then she clears her throat and continues , “I had proof in that moment that the amulet that I wear does indeed negate the one that you possess. And I haven’t taken it off since.” She looks down and then back up, “I don’t apologize for my past actions, ever, but I wanted to tell you about the amulets and more importantly how this all came to be.” A nod from Jeric prompts her to continue, “Ralen Mayswire is responsible for my amulet.”
She takes a breath before continuing, “He found me on his own in Valencia, which mind you I make it a habit of not being easily found, and he told me of your request and the gift you received from those old crows. He said another amulet could be created, a twin, that each would negate the other one. He told of a shop that could create it and that I was to be expected. He was gone before I could ask any questions, vanished as quick as he had come leaving me to wonder why and if it was some kind of trick. I weighed my options and concluded it likely wouldn’t be a trap since that toady could have seemingly had me arrested or worse at any point while I was in the city. I figured the advantage was worth the risk. Everything he said was true and two days later, she nods down at her necklace, I had this. … Jeric, the implications here are pretty clear, either Mayswire or one of his associates wanted to improve my chances of succeeding at…“
Attempting to alter the course of the conversation Jeric blurts out, “It looks great on you!” Alera raises an eyebrow and picks up her mug, “Hmmm, yes, you’re right, let’s worry about who we need to kill later and get back to enjoying our drinks.” and leans back, finishing her ale in a few gulps.
As the empty mug slowly lowers from her face it reveals the lovely smirk again and a sparkle in her eyes. A moment later she lithely swings around the table to sit beside Jeric.
Just inches from him she looks in his eyes and practically purrs, “Now what else do you want to say about me?” as Jeric is begins to open his mouth to respond she puts her finger up to his lips, “Shhh, you talk too much.” and leans in.
And although it wasn’t from the amulets there was indeed magic in what followed.

Jeric's Journal 06 - Jerlera 01

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