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[Xaver]

(Awwes  :D ^^ cuute. My little sisters are at our aunts to play with the horses :P)

"Yes," he said, very quietly.
"It was very odd.. I had.. Found Xaver.. Then it was as if Xences had 'found' him.. Or come back for him..? I don't know."

[Ginny Weasly]

"I'm afraid I can offer no insight to that...I can only tell you of the short time we spent together at Hogwarts...and theeven shorter time he's been back."

Ginny didn't realize she was shaking, but with Xaver [almost] out of harms way for the time being, she was begining to grow angry.

"Who attacked him?"

[Xaver]

Zeil rose, and went to Xaver's side, across from Ginny, pressing his fingers to his throat, and checking his pulse, his expression remaining remote. He glanced at Ginny, frowning, as he applied more of the purple salve. Xaver flinched beneath him, but with his other hand, he held him still - the Fallen lord too weakened, in his physical state, to do much about it. He was still, more or less, unconscious, anyway. The pain, though - it jarred him like none other.
It was a good thing, that he wasn't conscious.

"When.. do you mean..?"

[Ginny Weasly]

"This time...who attacked him...why did they attack him?" She shook her head, not pretending to understand. Yes, she was a ruler of a country, but her's was a peacable one, the only concern coming from the one who ruled with her there.

She didn't understand, "Why...?"

[Xaver]

"I can only guess, Milady.."
The blond finished applying the salve on Xaver's back, and he corked the bottle, set it on the table, then looked over him, at her.
"The brunette boy.."
He shifted his train of thought. Frustrated.

"This realm has been in much turmoil, because of Xaver's father's rule, in his last few years. Finally, Xaver ascended, and he had been trying, and he was becoming most successful, you see, in bringing things under control... But he has been absent here, it seems, as much as he has been absent from you..."
Zeil looked at her.
"There are extremists. They say Xaver is much like his father. Ignorance.. ...There is a neighboring realm, that has been posing endless riots... And Xences. He is not alone in his forces, anymore, you see..."

The blond's expression softened.

"I arrived after you.. I am sorry. I can't tell you who.. Or why. Or how they knew about the gold."

He shook his head.

[Ginny Weasly]

"I didn't know his allergy was a secret..." She shook her head, "I didn't tell anyone, but such a strange allergic reaction isn't so surprising to me. I had a friend allergic to copper, once, long ago."

Ginny affectionately played with Xaver's hair, frowning slightly "I understand Xences isn't alone. What are the chances of this happening again? Would it have been better if Xaver hadn't come back? Would it have been better if he had gone into hiding?"

Ginny couldn't help but feel this was partly her fault. The logical side of her said to stop being stupid, that this had nothing to do with. But her emotions were winning, as always, and she felt responsible.
Should she had prayed for his return?
Should she have allowed him to come back?
What if she had kept him home tonight?
What if she had asked him to stay with her and Cody that night?

She tried to shake them off, but wasn't exactly successful. She didn't voice her guilty feelings. Didn't want to, for fear they would be confirmed.

[Xaver]

"Oh yes, a secret kept since the accident, I suppose. Traitors are always looking for a weakness, you see. This lot has found one of his worst."
He looked at her, thoughtfully.

"The chances? Random, of course... It..just depends on what he's mixed up in, Milady."
He frowned.
"Hiding? ...I don't think one could even force lord Xian into hiding.. Though the..."
Ziel blinked, curiously.
"Better if Xaver hadn't come back?..."

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny raked a hand through her own hair, frustrated, "If he hadn't come back to me...and our son. Would they have found him as easily...I doubt it." She shook her head, taking a step back from Xaver and the other.

She turned to one of the windows, hugging herself loosely, "Am I putting him in danger?"

((Gonna go within the hour))

[Xaver]

(okies ;) )

Ziel watched her, quiet for a long moment weighing his words.

"I think, Milady.. That only his demise would have prevented him coming back to you. He would have found a way, otherwise.. And it seems he did, eventually. I don't even want to know the conditions of that."
The blond chuckled, though only finding slight humor.

"Milady, forgive me, but from my perspective, I think it is, and has been for a while, very much the other way around..."

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny smiled, but saw no humor, "I have many enemies of my own...and an ex husband." She shook her head, "Xaver is bringing no danger to me that didn't already exist."

She didn't explain why Conan was in a separate category. It dealt mainly with why she feared him, though he was a muggle and had no real powers. She turned, facing the blond haired Ziel, "How long until Xaver awakens?"

[Xaver]

Zeil made to answer, but thought better of it.
At her question, he looked at Xaver, himself.

"He's either unconscious, or sleeping.. I don't know, Milady. You can wake him though, methinks.."

[Ginny Weasly]

"No," She moved her hand and shook her head, "if he's asleep, then he needs it." She shivered again, rubbing her arms, "Is it always so cold here?"

It wasn't exactly cold, but the front of her shirt was covered with Xaver's blood, and it chilled her when it touched her skin. The blood on her hands and arms had dried in the air.

[Xaver]

Zeil nodded.
"You know him better.."

Better than he did, anymore.

At her comment, he looked over at her.
"It is. Here, especially. We are at one of the farther reaches of the realm. As it's winter... Well. This is one of the coldest places. It's an old watchtower, actually... Anyway. Xaver and I bunked here for a couple of weeks, when we were younger - it's the first place I thought of.. He's bound to have some clothes that are small enough to fit you in his old room."
He glanced at the blood.
"Come on, then, I'll show you to it, so you can get something warmer on."

Zeil glanced at Xaver, then the windows, then seemed assured - he turned, and started toward the door.

[Ginny Weasly]

Ginny nodded, also glancing around the room. As they left, she muttered under her breath, applying an alarm spell. If anyone but her or Ziel enetered the room from the outside, she would know instantly.

She followed Ziel closely, not wanting to get lost, hugging herself against the cold she felt.

[Xaver]

Zeil led her out the door to a cylinder of a room, a spiral staircase. He descended it, gracefully, down a half turn or so, before he opened another large, wooden door in the wall of the spiral tower, entering another rectagular room, though smaller.
The far wall was one enormous window. Looking out over the snow-blanketed meadows, and hills, and eventually mountain ranges, the room was well lit, and open. Dust was a thin layer over everything - no recent footsteps of disturbances present, until their own. Disuse was a heavy, musky scent.
Yet, Xaver's own scent faintly still remained.
A single twin-sized bed was pushed flush against the wall, near to the window, the mess of blankets unkempt, from the last time Xaver had slipped beneath them, years, and years ago. At the floor, and not quite underneath it, was a pile of white, rust-color stained bandages, amidst a pile of clothing, and a pair of boots, knocked over, and covered in the same rust-colored stains. Across from the bed, against the other wall, were numerous bookshelves, filled, and stuffed, and stacked, by most every means possible. A few stray hard-covers lay on the floor, some half open, resting on bent, warped pages, some laying open, the pages worn, and doggy-eared, a few random pages scattered over the floor.

Immediately inside the door, to the right, was a large, wooden trunk. Ziel pressed the lock, and it clicked open - and he heaved the heavy top up, leaning it back against the stone wall so it wouldn't fall over.

Despite the hastily abandoned state the room was left in, within the trunk, the things were untouched by the passage of time, fresh, and smelling only of Xaver's brisk, masculine scent. Shirts were folded to the right, organized from odd armored shirts, to regular, lazy tee's, and pants in the same manner, old jeans stacked at the other side. In the middle, was a random assortment of socks, and gloves - and sheathed swords, and multi-shaped blades, all in their own covers, though obvious in what they were. A big, thick black coat sat behind them.
A small, pink mitten stuck out amidst all the dark colors, and leather blade-covers.
One of Kylie's old mittens.
Randomly misplaced, probably.

One of her puffy jackets was stuffed in a corner, too. And a small, stuffed dragon, neon orange, sat atop that...


"I'll leave you to it. Xaver's things are as good as your own, anyway, Milady - I doubt he even remembers this place.."

Zeil shrugged, and made a low bow to her, before exiting, closing the door behind him to give her privacy.