That drew some interest from both the bridal candidates and those who more regularly frequented taverns.
"You two keep an eye on the innocents," said Kepeskixen. "This may be just what the dragon ordered."
There were odd things in Rangard, misfits of all sorts and species. Some things remained a constant however.
Halflings liked to eat.
Dwarves tended to be serious and good craftsmen.
Elves tended to make light of a number of things.
Red dragons of adult or greater age tended to be formidable opponents.
Kepeskixen went out into the courtyard and dropped her human appearance while the camera of one of those other-world heralds was fixed on her. She heard the gasp and smelled the sudden burst of fear, and smiled.
With a leap and a mighty surge of her wings, Kepeskixen lifted off and circled the area once so that the herald's device could capture her magnificent image for those of the Prince's homeworld.
That done, she focussed her eyes on the castle. Yes, there was a battle there. Excellent. The violence etched into her very blood and bone and flesh needed to be released every so often. Time to unleash a bit of that.
"I understand you want to help, and I understand you want to be a bridal candidate, but you must keep in mind that there are some problems with the idea," pointed out the Councillor.
"Why? Am I not pretty enough? Am I not a representitive of the Prince's kingdom?"
"You're six inches tall," pointed out the Councillor. "Even if you could do everything else - how would you consummate a relationship with the Prince?"
"Magic?" guessed the pixie.
"Even if you overlook that," said the Councillor, "there's currently two nymphs, a hamadryad, a nereid, a sylph, an oriad, and three flower spirits all claiming to be the representitive from the Faerie Woods."
"Oh," said the pixie.
"Indeed," said the Councillor. "Goodness gracious, didn't you organize this at all."
"Well," said the pixie, looking somewhat contrite, "actually - no. We're not the most organized of groups, you understand."
"I'd say not," agreed the Councillor. He took out a flask and prepared to fill a bottlecap with the contents. "Brandy?"
"Please," said the pixie, settling down on the table.
Quickly pouring a respectable dollop into his own glass after filling the bottlecap for the guest, the Councillor shot it down. "Pardon me, but I needed that. Who'd have thought a wedding would take this much planning and cause so many problems?"
Ranma leapt back, bouncing from one section of wall to another, pausing only to pull something from a forearm sheath and point it. "Bibbledy bobbledy boop!"
The command phrase activated - the wand sent out a beam that touched a piece of the ship's hull that was still fairly intact. Ranma gestured and the section slammed up into the spider.
It staggered momentarily before:
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