Ok, I've decided how the different languages would work, at least for now.

"This"=Equish.
"This"=Demosian.

This only applies to the main storyline, and is only temporary. If I discover something more efficent in the future, I'll let you know.

The carriage pulled up in front of the palace with a contingent of guards lined up along the sides of the path. As the door opened and the Caesar, they all bowed their heads and gave a shoulder salute, yelling, "Ave, Caesar!" At the far end of the path, the guards formed were several creatures in cloaks, wearing small silver circlets and had an eagle pin necklace. These symbols marked them out as members of the Parliament; those land-owning nobles who had been appointed to help the Caesar manage the Empire.

The Caesar finally set down on the ground, then looked up at her. "Come, Voluntatem." Rainbow really didn't want to; she wanted to go see her son and maybe take a nap. However, she didn't have a choice in the matter. So, she folded in her wings and came into a slow trot beside her Caesar as she approached the Parliamentarians.

One, a younger-looking Demigryph said, "Ave, Caesar. I trust the campaign in Zebrica went well?"

"Indeed it did, Parliamentarian Decebal," the Caesar said. "I have the treaty inside the carriage. I planned on calling a meeting to discuss how it shall be implemented. Truly, this is a great day for the Empire."

"If the rumors are to be believed, then the being next to you is to thank for our victory, yes?" came the voice of another one of the Parliamentarians.

All eyes were focused on her, even the Caesars, however, each bore a different look. Most of the Parliamentarian's looks were those of curiosity or minor concern, while the Caesars was one of annoyance.

"She served her role to the Empire. She's loyal," she said. "And she shall continue to do so."

"Just, what is she?" another Parliamentarian asked.

"I'm a Pegasus," She said.

The parliamentarians muttered amongst themselves, and the Caesar looked even more annoyed. "Indeed. Now, we have much to discuss, Voluntatem. You are dismissed. Castor!" As one of the guards trotted over and snapped to attention, she said, "Show Ms. Dash to her quarters."

He replied, "Yes, Caesar. Follow me, ma'am."

He walked around the assembled group of governmental officials, leading her up the stairs into the main entrance to the palace. Said entrance was a massive building, akin to an indoor forum. A statue of Caesar Drusilla sat in the center of the room, with several passageways leading off in various areas. One lead off the right side both on the top floor and ground floor, leading to the parliamentary quarters and the house of parliament. Directly in front of the entrance was led out to the palace gardens. The left side led to the palace staff quarters, including the guards, the servants, the Caesar herself, and apparently, her.

He lead her up the stairs to the second floor, then down the first of the three corridors up on the second level. The hallway was decorated in a similar style to that of the villa she spent over a year during her training. Expensive paintings, antique armor and weapons, runic items, and other pieces of art. Doors the hallway, with the distance between them being about five feet. Near the end of the hall, the space between the doors increased from five feet to about fifteen.

He came to a halt at one of the doors near the end of the hall. "Here it is, ma'am," he said as he handed her a simple iron key. "Your servant should handle matinence and cleaning of your room, but don't destroy it for the hell of it. Have a nice day, ma'am."

He trotted off as she pushed the key into the lock and opened up the door. Inside, it was quite an impressive room. Most of the room was dominated by a series of couches around a small, low table in the center of the room. Said couches were plush and looked incredibly comfy. A small, somewhat narrow staircase led up to a small loft, with what looked like a bed and a small nightstand. A fireplace sat in the wall, and small oil paintings decorated the walls. In addition, two covered doors led into other areas, revealing that the room was even bigger than what she had expected.

Before she could move over to investigate, she heard a loud, "MAMA!". Looking up at the loft, she saw her son, who was leaning on the railing, grinning widely. He jumped over the railing, wings flapping madly. With his face scrunched up in concentration, he slowed to a stop, hovering just above the floor. He then shot forward, slamming her into a hug before she could even blink. She fell back, wings flaring out and her sarcina sliding off her back. "You game bac!"

"That's right, Thunder. I'm back," she said, pulling him into a hug. "I'm not about to just abandon you."

"Ah, Domina. You're back." Looking past the messy spectral mane of her son, she saw Castus walking down the stairs. "I take it that the Caesar's campaign has concluded?" He sounded both interested and a little bit disappointed.

"Yeah, it's done."

"I see. Well, I've been taking care of him for several months, and he seems to have been behaving better. I've also been making up the rest of the room for you, and-"

"Castus, I greatly appreciate this greatly. However, I'm incredibly tired and want to take a nap. Just point me to my bed, and we'll address the rest of the details later, ok?"

"Right, of course. It's just up there, on the loft." He then looked down at Depressi, saying, "On that note, It's time for your nap too, young man."

Depressi shot Castus a very angry look, shouting, "No!"

"Dominus, we've been doing this for over three months now. Please, take a nap."

Her son then looked up her, making massive puppy dog eyes at her. "Mawmy. Dew I ave to?"

"Sorry, Depressi. But..."

"Fine." His wings began to beat up like a dragonfly, and he flew up the stairs.

"Your bed is up there too, Domina. I'll ready you two something for dinner."

"Thanks, Castus." She trotted up the stairs, peeling off bits of her armor which she tossed into a corner of the loft. Two beds sat up here; one was a smaller one with a red quilt. The larger one clearly meant for her, had a light blue sheets with a massive pillow. She watched her son climb into his bed, curling up in a small ball by the end of the bed by the wall. She laid the blanket over him, and his chest was rising and falling slowly, and actually quite adorable. She pulled out her cracker box, pulled out one, and stuffed them into her nightstand. She then popped it into her mouth and then slumped down on her new, incredibly comfy bed, falling unconscious in an instant.