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5/28 Continuing Kingdoms Lost
Helian, looking as shaken as she felt, regained his seat. He glanced round, his eyes wide.
‘She spoke to you?’
Kintra nodded. He looked away. There was nothing more to say.
‘Hey. What happened?’
She placed her hand on Farron’s leg. ‘I can’t explain. Not yet anyway. I have no words.’
He handed her the tea. A faint scent of mint and lemon rose from the cup. She sipped it, closing her eyes and allowing the aroma to envelop her. Farron wrapped the blanket back around her shoulders, along with a comforting arm.
‘Did you hear her?’ Helian asked quietly, turning to look at her.
She nodded over her cup.
‘Hear her?’ Farron asked, his arm tightening around her.
‘She spoke to us like the dragons do.’ She tapped her head. Farron tensed. ‘Did you see her change?’
‘Change how?’ he asked.
‘She was transposed over a dragon the same colours as her dress.’ Helian said.
‘No. I didn’t see that or hear her.’ Farron’s voice was quiet. She detected an almost imperceptible growl under his words. He was jealous of what she shared with Helian. Territorial. She leant into him, trying to reassure.
Helian was staring at her. ‘She knew we were coming. How? We didn’t know we were coming!’
Kintra stared at the woman. Yes, she moved with a sort of slow grace, similar to these people, and she was still exquisitely attractive, but there was no sign of the dragon or the bright light around her. She was sipping a drink and talking to people, relaxed, laughing, normal.
She was once like you, Seerchel spoke in her mind. Kintra jumped, could the dragon read her thoughts so completely?
Sense the surface ones, yes. Once we are bonded our minds will, over time become more open to one another.
Kintra tensed.
It allows us to share knowledge, wisdom, magic, and to direct the full force of Wildfire. I will teach you how to shut off from me in your more…intimate moments.
Her shoulders dropped and she breathed deep of the steam from the tea still clutched in her hands.
What do you mean, she was once like me?’
She was human and bonded a dragon. Her magic is of the water. She will help train you and oversee our bonding.
Kintra felt a tendril of cold creep up her spine despite the heat of Farron’s body.
Do you mean…we will merge like that? You and I? I’m not sure I like that idea.
Seerchel gave a low rumble behind her. Farron whipped his head around.
‘It’s OK. That was a laugh.’
He relaxed a little, but he was way out of his comfort zone here.
Selene is ancient. If we live as long as her, we may merge in that way. She is revered by dragons and humans alike. She can switch between either form and speak as both. The merging created immortality. Her understanding of your magic goes far beyond my own.
Immortal! Yet she looked no older than forty at the most. Kintra shut her eyes wishing that they could find a quiet corner to sleep in. Night had crept up on them. The heat of the fire, the food, the low murmur of voices, the strands of music, wove into a soothing lullaby. Her eyes began to close. Farron rested his head atop hers. Tired too. Today had been a lot to take in.
She stirred from a light doze as a woman spoke. ‘You are all welcome to take a hut as your own. Inside you will find comfort and warmth. Sleep well Children of Erania.’
She looked straight at Helian and Kintra. It was like a command to rise, both of them obeying at the same time, the blanket falling from Kintra’s shoulders. Farron scrambled to follow as she set off towards a hut that attracted her. Or was it that it pulled her on a subtle gossamer thread? Helian walked beside her. Farron placed a protective hand on the small of her back. She sighed with relief as Helian grabbed Eleanor’s hand and veered off to a hut next to the one that called her.
Inside the hut the walls were draped with silken cloth, hiding the rough walls. Pinks, purples and gold highlighted by the soft glow of oil lamps either side of a low bed. There was no fireplace, but a steady warmth seemed to come from the huge rug beneath their feet.
‘Cosy!’ Farron murmured. ‘I hate to disappoint you, but tonight I need sleep. I haven’t felt this tired since….’ He trailed off looking thoughtful as he pulled off his clothes tossing them to the floor.
‘I know. Do you think the food had a relaxant in it? I feel so drowsy. Then again, it was a strange day.’
Naked now she climbed into bed beside him and sighed. This was luxurious. Feather mattress and pillows like her bed, so long ago, at home. Farron reached for her, pushing her onto her side and curling his body around hers.
‘Sleep,’ he whispered. And as if his words had been a command, her body obliged.
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