now. “Alright there must be much more here than meets the eye. The question that I keep mulling over is: if James is a God why wouldn’t he watch over his own daughter better? Why act as only a human would, and not like a God? We are missing important information sisters. Let’s start there.”
“I will go consult the akashic records, maybe there will be something relevant in this world’s timeline,” Reval said, and with a snap of her fingers she disappeared.
Hectain made a rye face as she looked over at her youngest sister, “I’ll see what the Corvine will divulge, if they are willing to share anything. While I’m there I will try and preen father’s feathers a bit, so that perhaps he will not look too hard at what we do. Be careful sister.” Hectain reached out and pulling Meredith close.
Meredith let herself be hugged. “Thank you sister,” she whispered, into Hectain’s raven-colored locks. “You will need to be careful around father, he will be very angry that I didn’t drink that potion.”
Hectain sighed, “Of course you’re right sister. I wonder, did he really think we would acquiesce to his magic so easily? I mean, my God you could smell the spell on that potion a mile away. Do you think perhaps he is getting old?”
Meredith laughed. “I see you are as sharp as ever, and you will need to keep your wits close when you arrive home. Be careful Hectain; remember brains did not save our mothers.”
Hectain hugged Meredith close again. “Take your own advice sister. Don’t underestimate what is going on here, there are Gods a foot, and those of us who are halflings often get crushed between them when they fight,” she said, looking deeply into Meredith’s dark eyes.
Meredith looked at Hectain. She often forgot that both her sisters were halflings. Obviously Hectain forgot that Meredith was not a halfling, but was a full blooded Goddess in her own right. She stood for a moment after Hectain left, resting her hand on her belly, feeling the life that was growing within her.
Nextl
When Briok arrived home, he could hear shouts coming from below in the study. Each time the shouting would ramp up, he felt his own anxiety growing. Briok wondered just how safe it was for a council member to argue like that with the elders. He couldn’t imagine how his father could be brave enough. Elders were strong-willed, and their magical skills far outstripped the average Fey. They willing took on the responsibility for the well-being of the entire Realm, and that gave them a lot of power. Elders could scare the wits out of him with just a look. Briok flitted back and forth in the main room, too nervous to even think of eating with all the shouting going on. The night drew on; the sky grew darker and darker, so that finally the natural light of the tree glowed ever brighter gently lighting the open rooms within.
“Briok, stop this right now! You need to eat. Your father trusts you will keep your health for whatever is to come.”
Briok flew to the table. His mother had laid out his favorite fruits and nuts. He sat down at the table which the tree had magically created from its inner bark, so that Briok and his family would have a place to eat. He looked up, and saw his mother watched him anxiously. His throat was nearly closed with the fear that he felt welling up inside. Briok choked down the meal and graciously thanked his mother.
“I know your worried son. I know too that there is a heavy weight on your heart, but we must trust your father. In all our years together I have never known him to choose wrong,” Lisl said, as she brushed the dark curl out of her son’s eyes.
Briok looked up at his mother. She had always been quiet and unobtrusive in her care of him and his father, but as she was a scholar too, that part of her life often took precedence. He understood her work with time was
“I will go consult the akashic records, maybe there will be something relevant in this world’s timeline,” Reval said, and with a snap of her fingers she disappeared.
Hectain made a rye face as she looked over at her youngest sister, “I’ll see what the Corvine will divulge, if they are willing to share anything. While I’m there I will try and preen father’s feathers a bit, so that perhaps he will not look too hard at what we do. Be careful sister.” Hectain reached out and pulling Meredith close.
Meredith let herself be hugged. “Thank you sister,” she whispered, into Hectain’s raven-colored locks. “You will need to be careful around father, he will be very angry that I didn’t drink that potion.”
Hectain sighed, “Of course you’re right sister. I wonder, did he really think we would acquiesce to his magic so easily? I mean, my God you could smell the spell on that potion a mile away. Do you think perhaps he is getting old?”
Meredith laughed. “I see you are as sharp as ever, and you will need to keep your wits close when you arrive home. Be careful Hectain; remember brains did not save our mothers.”
Hectain hugged Meredith close again. “Take your own advice sister. Don’t underestimate what is going on here, there are Gods a foot, and those of us who are halflings often get crushed between them when they fight,” she said, looking deeply into Meredith’s dark eyes.
Meredith looked at Hectain. She often forgot that both her sisters were halflings. Obviously Hectain forgot that Meredith was not a halfling, but was a full blooded Goddess in her own right. She stood for a moment after Hectain left, resting her hand on her belly, feeling the life that was growing within her.
Nextl
When Briok arrived home, he could hear shouts coming from below in the study. Each time the shouting would ramp up, he felt his own anxiety growing. Briok wondered just how safe it was for a council member to argue like that with the elders. He couldn’t imagine how his father could be brave enough. Elders were strong-willed, and their magical skills far outstripped the average Fey. They willing took on the responsibility for the well-being of the entire Realm, and that gave them a lot of power. Elders could scare the wits out of him with just a look. Briok flitted back and forth in the main room, too nervous to even think of eating with all the shouting going on. The night drew on; the sky grew darker and darker, so that finally the natural light of the tree glowed ever brighter gently lighting the open rooms within.
“Briok, stop this right now! You need to eat. Your father trusts you will keep your health for whatever is to come.”
Briok flew to the table. His mother had laid out his favorite fruits and nuts. He sat down at the table which the tree had magically created from its inner bark, so that Briok and his family would have a place to eat. He looked up, and saw his mother watched him anxiously. His throat was nearly closed with the fear that he felt welling up inside. Briok choked down the meal and graciously thanked his mother.
“I know your worried son. I know too that there is a heavy weight on your heart, but we must trust your father. In all our years together I have never known him to choose wrong,” Lisl said, as she brushed the dark curl out of her son’s eyes.
Briok looked up at his mother. She had always been quiet and unobtrusive in her care of him and his father, but as she was a scholar too, that part of her life often took precedence. He understood her work with time was
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