around the table to Meredith. “Here sister, I think you had better have a draught of father’s concoction,” she said pulling a tiny bottle out of the air.
Meredith sat down and stared at the table top. She was pregnant. The thing she had hoped for most since she understood she really loved James had happened.
“A very strong God from the looks of that fetus,” Hectain said, snapping her fingers which caused all the dishes to be washed and put away in their places in a second. “There that’s better. Now we have room to work. We need to know what God we are dealing with and why is the child hiding so deeply. That can’t be a coincidence. Meredith, are you even listening? Why haven’t you drank the potion yet? Give it to her Reval, quit dilly dallying you two.”
Reval tried to hand the small engraved flask to Meredith. “Sister, take it. Father sent it along in case you were distraught, and you do seem to be distraught. Of course seeing what we saw, I can’t blame you one bit.”
“I’m not distraught sister, I’m happy,” Meredith said, smiling up at her sisters. “I’m pregnant, and James and I are going to have a baby, and Gwenth is going to have a sibling. I don’t care how it happened,” Meredith giggled like a school girl. “Well I know how it happened but…oh well you both know what I mean. I need to knit some things for the baby, she said rising up.”
Hectain pushed her chair backward across the worn floorboards, as she rose. “Wait just a minute; you are not going off willy-nilly right now! You have months and months, till the child will be born, plenty of time to do all the knitting you want to do, but right now we must try to understand who James really is. Don’t you see, Meredith? It could be that you are being fooled by James. Clearly he is a powerful God. We need to know which God Meredith, for your safety, for the child’s safety and the tribe’s safety. You well know, not all the Gods are friendly with the Corvine. Now sit down this instance,” Hectain bellowed.
Reval and Meredith stared at their sister, who was beginning to resemble more of a giant crow with each word than a human.
“Sister your feathers are showing.” Reval pointed at Hectain’s arm, which had already begun to turn back into feathered wing.
“Oh well, yes then,” Hectain said, looking down at her arm. She shook herself and the feathers were once again smooth skin covered in a long shawl. “Sorry, I slip sometimes when I get riled up.”
Meredith took that moment to reach up and grab the bottled potion from where it hung mid-air, and threw it into the fire, where both the glass and the spell shattered. “I’m not going to drink any potion, so forget about it. Father has never in his life, not meddled,” she said, pointing at the spell dissipating in the flames. “See, there’s my point.”
Reval and Hectain watched as the flames consumed the unused spell, releasing the magic back to its owner.
“He won’t like that.” Reval said, her double chins jiggling as she shook her head.
Meredith turned to her sisters. “No I know he won’t like it, but no one will bring any harm to my child, so if you are determined to please him over me, you had better go home now,” she said, staring at her two half-sisters.
The sisters stared back at Meredith. “We had considered you would do that, and we’ve decided already that while we will not go against him at this point, we also shall not allow him to bring any harm to you or the child, if you chose to go forward with this.” Hectain said. “Now then, that being said, I do think we should still find out who James is, for he is clearly not human.”
Meredith breathed easier, as she listened to Hectain’s remarks. She quickly scanned her sisters’ energy patterns, they were not lying. They would stand by her, at least for
Meredith sat down and stared at the table top. She was pregnant. The thing she had hoped for most since she understood she really loved James had happened.
“A very strong God from the looks of that fetus,” Hectain said, snapping her fingers which caused all the dishes to be washed and put away in their places in a second. “There that’s better. Now we have room to work. We need to know what God we are dealing with and why is the child hiding so deeply. That can’t be a coincidence. Meredith, are you even listening? Why haven’t you drank the potion yet? Give it to her Reval, quit dilly dallying you two.”
Reval tried to hand the small engraved flask to Meredith. “Sister, take it. Father sent it along in case you were distraught, and you do seem to be distraught. Of course seeing what we saw, I can’t blame you one bit.”
“I’m not distraught sister, I’m happy,” Meredith said, smiling up at her sisters. “I’m pregnant, and James and I are going to have a baby, and Gwenth is going to have a sibling. I don’t care how it happened,” Meredith giggled like a school girl. “Well I know how it happened but…oh well you both know what I mean. I need to knit some things for the baby, she said rising up.”
Hectain pushed her chair backward across the worn floorboards, as she rose. “Wait just a minute; you are not going off willy-nilly right now! You have months and months, till the child will be born, plenty of time to do all the knitting you want to do, but right now we must try to understand who James really is. Don’t you see, Meredith? It could be that you are being fooled by James. Clearly he is a powerful God. We need to know which God Meredith, for your safety, for the child’s safety and the tribe’s safety. You well know, not all the Gods are friendly with the Corvine. Now sit down this instance,” Hectain bellowed.
Reval and Meredith stared at their sister, who was beginning to resemble more of a giant crow with each word than a human.
“Sister your feathers are showing.” Reval pointed at Hectain’s arm, which had already begun to turn back into feathered wing.
“Oh well, yes then,” Hectain said, looking down at her arm. She shook herself and the feathers were once again smooth skin covered in a long shawl. “Sorry, I slip sometimes when I get riled up.”
Meredith took that moment to reach up and grab the bottled potion from where it hung mid-air, and threw it into the fire, where both the glass and the spell shattered. “I’m not going to drink any potion, so forget about it. Father has never in his life, not meddled,” she said, pointing at the spell dissipating in the flames. “See, there’s my point.”
Reval and Hectain watched as the flames consumed the unused spell, releasing the magic back to its owner.
“He won’t like that.” Reval said, her double chins jiggling as she shook her head.
Meredith turned to her sisters. “No I know he won’t like it, but no one will bring any harm to my child, so if you are determined to please him over me, you had better go home now,” she said, staring at her two half-sisters.
The sisters stared back at Meredith. “We had considered you would do that, and we’ve decided already that while we will not go against him at this point, we also shall not allow him to bring any harm to you or the child, if you chose to go forward with this.” Hectain said. “Now then, that being said, I do think we should still find out who James is, for he is clearly not human.”
Meredith breathed easier, as she listened to Hectain’s remarks. She quickly scanned her sisters’ energy patterns, they were not lying. They would stand by her, at least for
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