Amongst the elvish corps of white and bay equine, Rudy and Ciar stuck out.
but, aside from their colors, the horn and massive wings were enough to bring attention.
Xander
shifted in the saddle, it was an elvish made one, specially crafted to
give Rudy use of his wings. The old one he had brought from Aragathia
had been restricting and looked painful and so a new one had been
commissioned.
But, it took some getting used to a new saddle when he'd always used his own.
"keep
shifting like that, your highness, and you'll start hurting in an
unpleasant place" Lithônien pulled his horse up next to Rudy, who
flattened his ears at the scholar's white stallion.
"Of
course, thank you for reminding me, scholar. But, might I be of aid in
notifying you that the way you are holding the reigns puts pressure on
the bit, and should you relax yourself, the chances of being thrown are
less prevalent?"
three
days, barely three days of traveling with this man, and Xander was
growing weary of him. Thank God it wasn't a family trait, as both Bly
and Thalion seemed to have inherited the general kind heartedness of
their people.
But no, Xander sighed mentally, Lithônien had due reason for holding a grudge.
"Elvish horses do not throw their riders, no matter how much they'd like to"
Xander had to bite him tongue lest he make a comment that was not needed to be heard coming from a Prince's mouth.
Things
had become so different since his arrival, he had entered merely as an
ex captain, an escort of the Ambassador, and he was leaving as a
birthright king.
Lithônien
seemed defeated by Xander's silence; when your opponent doesn't make a
counter attack, it's hard to continue the fight.
The Elf scholar sighed and loosened his tight grip on the reigns before speaking, "pardon my tongue, Xander"
Is that...an apology?
Xander looked sidewise at the elf, first shocked that Lithônien had offered an apology.
And then he had to smile.
Behind Lithônien, spaced only a few feet
from
the white stallion was Bly and Alora, both looking simultaneously
pleased with themselves and trying to remain inconspicuous.
Turning back to Lithônien, Xander inclined his head, "Of course, it held no insult to begin with"
The
scholar nodded once, before moving his horse up through the ranks, his
place replaced by his stunningly beautiful younger sister (At least,
such is Xander's awed picture of her. The said younger sister would say
she isn't stunning nor all that uncommonly beautiful) as her friend
flanked Xander's right.
"Lithônien doesn't apologise to very many, you should be honored" Bly held her face straight, but her eyes gave her away.
"Why do I feel that your brother's apologies were more forced than heartfelt?"
Ciar reached over, the brushed noses with Rudy while their riders conversed on how Alora might have possibly telepathically scolded Lithônien on his behavior.
Xander gripped the soft leather reigns more tightly as he struggled to not laugh aloud, "Honestly, you two"
Alora
smiled politely and ducked her head, "His words should be more
carefully guarded when speaking to the future ruler of Aragathia"
"I
honestly am not bothered by his frank speaking" The mood had changed
slightly, reminding Xander that he no longer was the same person who
used to be.
"Perhaps you
are not" Bly's gaze was locked on her brother, who was conversing with
an Elvish commander, a slight smile on his face. "But he should not take
his heartbreak over Rhiana out on you. If he has words to spar with,
then he should have taken them up with Adan or Rhianna, not their
grandson. You cannot help that your grandmother did not love my
brother"
"You know, this is still just so odd" Xander leaned forward, "My grandmother, and your brother, that's so bizarre for me"
Bly
laughed, Alora grinning softly behind her hand that descreetly covered
her mouth, "Xander, you had better get used to it. My years are enough,
were I human, I could be your great great grandmother"
"That's going to take some getting used to"
Bly's face took a slight look of alarm, and Xander inwardly groaned, he had just insulted her, hadn't he.
"B-but, in my experience, I'm only a bit younger than you, so, while I'm older, I...I'm actually younger..."
Alora cleared her throat, "I believe we are about to stop for the evening, I think I'll go find Lithônien"
Xander
pulled his eyes away from Bly, but the moment he did, Bly moved Ciar
aside, disappearing into the corps of Elvish riders surrounding them.
Wonderful. I'm going to have to find her and apologies.
They
unsaddled their animals, allowing them a rest, but just when Xander
started off to go find Bly, he was called aside from a commander who was
going over the castle blueprints Xander had drawn from memory, posing
questions about various matters.
When he finally was able to free himself, camp fires were already lighting up the deeply shadowed clearing.
He sought Bly amongst the various fires, but she wasn't with Lithônien or Alora's, nor the other fires.
"She
really shouldn't just wander around, it's dangerous, even Andromeda
aside, we entered the Tawarthion yesterday, who knows what hunts these
woods" he mumbled to himself while searching where the horses had been
hobbled for the night.
He found Ciar with Rudy, Bly had apparently returned her to the other horses.
Bly, where are you?
Xander?
He nearly jumped at the voice in his head, before realizing it was Bly's. Did his imagination conjur up her voice?
Xander, was that you? did you just...contact me like this?
So...it
was her. But, how? he wasn't Elvish, or rather, he was more human than
Elf, and she had said she possessed no such abilities.
Xander?
her voice in his head sounded worried.
Bly?
Oh good. She sighed, I was afraid it wasn't you. And if it wasn't, I did not want to think at who could be calling to me while using your voice.
She didn't sound surprised at speaking in their heads to one another, had she expected this?
Bly...why, I mean, how are we able to do this? I'm barely an elf, and you had said you couldn't communicate through telepathy.
She
was silent, and he wondered if he had insulted her even more so, and
then her words came, tinged with pink, and it took him a moment to
realize, she was blushing.
S-sometimes...it's
like this when....when two with Elvish blood, even a little...feel, I
mean, when...they...because me, and you...
She paused, and he again waited, wondering, for her to continue.
I'm listening.
She sighed.
When
two with even the tiniest drop of Elvish blood are in...when they care
for each other deeply, they can speak like this. but only when together.
Even pure humans and Elves can, as long as the elvish one opens the
link first.
Realization dawned. So, because I love her, and she, loves me, that sent thrills deep into Xander's heart, we can speak to each other without audible words.
But another thoughts nagged him.
Can...the others hear us?
perhaps
that's why she had been bashful to actually say the word 'love'. To say
they loved one another. It made sense, if your older brother could be
eavesdropping into your conversation.
No. These words are ours alone.
Ours alone. They could speak, without another soul knowing.
He had to find her, to hold her.
Bly, where are you?
Her reply came back quickly, I'm
north of where the horses are. I went for a walk, and got caught in a
bramble bush. Xander, I can't get my dress free without ripping the hem.
He
had to smile, the thought of her standing amongst a bush, hopelessly
stuck, and yet patiently answering each of his questions. She was a
jewel.
Alright, I'm coming, try not to move around too much.
She
replied with a nod that he could somehow sense, and he felt her
presence withdraw from his mind. waiting patiently for his arrival.
He
found her just as she had described, it appeared she had tried to walk
through a narrow path through Dimeberry bushes, but, naturally they were
the Tawarthion strain, and closed up around her like a trap.
"I
can't get free, each time I try, they attach in a new place, and if I
try to just walk through them, even though it would rip my dress, they
wrap around my ankles" She sounded worried, the Tawarthion was huge,
and even though they could see the camp fires from here, it was unlikely
anyone would hear her if she shouted for help.
"Hold
on, I'll cut them from you" He waded through the bushes, feeling the
almost finger like stems reach towards him, but the soft leather of his
pants kept them from securing their thorns into the cloth.
"I'm sorry to be so much trouble" Bly whispered as he stepped nearer her.
"You
aren't any trouble, Bly" He put him arm around her waist, pulling her
up against him while he cut a feisty plant that had crept up to almost
her waist.
It fell away, shriveling up as it did.
"But...I can't do anything, not even free myself from a bunch of plants"
"Nonsense"
he cut the rest of them away, "These aren't normal plants. If I'm
correct, I'd say they are carnivorous. I'm sure you could free yourself
from ordinary Dimeberries"
He
knelt in front of her, and she lifted the front of her skirt slightly
so he could free her from the vines twisted around her ankles.
Thankfully, the thick, rather unpretty, riding boots she wore kept the thorns from digging into her skin.
"But Xander-"
He
stood suddenly, and put his knife back into the leather holder at his
side. It seems the plants had gotten the idea, and had cleared the path
for them to leave. You don't mess with a man with a knife.
"No
but Xander's. Bly, you are wonderful just how you are, I wouldn't
change a single thing about you, even if I could" He picked her up,
swinging her into his arms with ease, and walked down the path the plant
carnivores had cleared for them.
She
colored, but wrapped her arms around his neck, "you mean, you wouldn't
want me to be braver, or more talented, or able to fight with a sword?"
He
wanted to hug her to his heart, wrap her up in his arms and tell her
just how much he loved everything about her. He'd be talking for days if
he did.
"If you could fight with a sword, then I wouldn't get to protect you"
"you...like protecting me?"
He
smiled, what a dear she was, did she not realize? "It's one of my
greatest passions, protecting you. Because, when I rescue you, I get to
hold you like this"
She
blushed, but leaned her head against his shoulder, one of her hands
moving from around his neck to finger the embroidered stitches on his
tunic.
"say it again, Bly. please" his voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but he needed to hear her say it again.
"Hmm?" she looked up, confused.
"You said it at Voronwë, Bly. why couldn't you say it when we were talking in our heads to one another?"
"You mean..." she trailed off.
"I
love you Bly. I love you, I love you, I love you. I loved you, past.
I love you, present. I will love you, future. I need to hear you say,
that, you love me"
Her blue eyes searched his face, moving, lighting up with a plethora of emotions.
"Xander..."
She
touched his cheek with her gentle fingers, "I love you, Xander. I love
your protective nature, I love how you are kind, and gentle. I love how
you care about everyone. I love how you put up with Lithônien being
annoying. I love how I feel safe around you, how I know you will take
care of me no matter what. I love the color of your eyes. I love how you
fell backwards when you realized that I was an elf" they both smiled at
the memory, though, Xander's eyes were growing misty even through the
smile. Bly continued, "I love your smile, I love how you smile so
easily. I love the look on your face when you fight to protect those you
care for, oh Xander" she lay her head on his shoulder, "I love you so
very much, and could continue on speaking on all the ways that I do for
centuries"
His arms
tightened around her, and he willed the tears to not come. This little
elvish lady, bringing him to tears, something told him Greven would
probably laugh at that.
"Bly, you are precious. never let me lose you"
"I hope to never be lost from you"
A couple minutes later, they returned to the camp, hand in hand, looking both so perfectly contented with the world.
But the atmosphere of the camp, which had suddenly turned into a frenzy, was very different.
"Where were you?" Lithônien met them, his eyes accusing.
"I went for a walk, and got caught in Dimeberry vines, Xander came to help me get free"
"Surely all of this isn't for us" Xander glanced around the camp, which had been peaceful when he'd left it.
"no.
Though, we were becoming alarmed" Lithônien crossed his arms, "next
time, alert me when you plan on taking a stroll with my sister, or
better yet, have Alora or myself accompany you"
It wasn't even worth arguing with him over. If he wanted to stick with them, let him. they didn't need to speak out loud.
"Lithônien, if this frenzy isn't for us, whom is it for?" Bly tightened her grip on Xander's hand.
"we received a messenger falcon, from Revelin"
Xander felt his breath catch. Revelin wouldn't have sent a bird unless it was urgent.
"Read
it yourself" Lithônien pulled a rolled up paper from his sleeves, he
had to have hidden pockets in those wide, loose things, and flung it
towards Xander.
They unrolled it, and read it together in perfect silence until Bly gasped.
"No...not the girls"
Lithônien
took it back, "We've decided to skip going to Revelin and move on
towards Aragathia, where we will hopefully meet their army already in
the first wave of attack. but we will need to up our pace, so we are
moving out tonight"
Xander nodded, and the Elvish scholar walked away.
And Bly began shaking as if a cold wind had touched her.
"Xander...I'm frightened. Why are they capturing them? None of them are extremely important political figures*"
It didn't make sense. Felix and Andromeda had to have a motive...
The conversation he had overheard surfaced his memory.
Did it have something to do with that?
"I
don't know, Bly. I don't know. but we will free them, alright? If I
know Adonis and Nithron at all, they won't rest until they get them
back"
Bly nodded and dried her eyes, "And Prid"
While Xander hasn't seen much of the half lion, he nodded, "and Prid".
But something inside him warned, something bad was about to happen.
Something dark and evil.
*Bly doesn't know who Kaymele is.