Fragile Eternity
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Winter fey moved soundlessly through a thorn-heavy garden; icy trees and sun-capped shrubs made the yard look out of place among its verdant neighbors. As Aislinn had walked down the street, shed seen dogs lazing on stoops, a girl sunning herself in languid bliss, and more flowers than shed seen growing outside in her entire life. Beiras death and Keenans unbinding had brought a balance that was letting life flourish. But in this yard, the frost would never melt; mortals passing on the street would still look away. No onemortal or feycrossed the Winter Queens frigid lawn without her consent. Consent shed denied Keenan.What am I doing here?
Keenan needed Donia; they loved each other, and Aislinn needed them to remember that. Once-mortals could love faeries.
As Aislinn crossed the yard, the frost-heavy grass thawed under her feet. Behind her, she heard the crackling as the ice re-formed instantly. This was Donias domain. It was where she was at her strongest.And where I am weakest. After centuries of Beira declaring it as her seat of power, this place existed both inside the lines of Faerie and in the mortal realm, a thing that Keenan had beenand was stillunable to accomplish.
Her skin prickled uncomfortably as she walked through that icy world. Aislinn was an interloper, and Winter was as unpredictable as Summer. Donia might deny it, but Aislinn had spent her life cringing at the ravages of the seemingly endless snows. Shed seen bodies dead and frozen on side streets; the lifeless expressions of pain were things shed not forget. Aislinn had felt the pain of that ice wielded as a weapon when she and Keenan stood against the last Winter Queen.
That wasnt Donia,Aislinn reminded herself, but it did no good. Something about the very opposition of their courts made Aislinn want to clutch Keenans hand in hers, but he wasnt there.
As Aislinn stepped onto the porch, one of the white-winged Hawthorn People opened the door. The faery was soundless in her movement. She did not speak as Aislinn came through the doorway and shivered in the chill that pervaded the room. She did not speak as she glided through the dim house.
Is Donia available? Aislinns voice echoed in the stillness, but there was no answer.
She hadnt truly expected one: the Hawthorns were silent. It added to how unsettling they were. They never wandered far from Donias presence and typically only left the Winter Queens home if it was necessary to stay at Donias side. Their red eyes glowed like hearth coals amidst their ash-gray countenances.
The girl led Aislinn past several other quietly watchful Hawthorns who were lingering in the main hall. A fire crackled in one of the rooms they passed; the spitting and popping of logs was the only sound other than the fall of Aislinns feet on the aged wood of the floor. The Winter Court could move with an eerie stillness that made the back of Aislinns neck prickle uneasily.
At a door that was closed, the Hawthorn stopped. She made no movement to open the door.
Do I need to knock? Aislinn asked.
But the girl turned and drifted away.
Thats helpful. Aislinn reached out a hand just as the door opened inward.
Come in. Evan motioned her into the room.
Hey, Evan.
My queen would speak to you in private, he said, but he followed that with a friendly smile, crinkling his face into an expression that eased Aislinns tension a bit. Like the Hawthorn People, his berry-red eyes stood out, but where the Hawthorn were tinted like ashes of a dying fire, rowans like Evan were the image of fecundity. His gray-brown barklike skin and dark green leafy hair spoke of trees that moved across the earth untethered. They were creatures of Summer, of her court. It soothed her to see him.
But he was leaving already, and Aislinn was alone with Donia and her wolf, Sasha.
Donia, Aislinn started, but there suddenly werent words she could think of to go any further.
The Winter Queen did not make matters easier. She stood watching Aislinn. I assumehe sent you.
He would prefer talking to you himself. Aislinn felt like a small child in the vast unwelcoming room, but Donia hadnt offered her a seat or made any move to sit down herself, so she stood. The rug under their feet was almost threadbare, muted green, and somehow still seemed opulent. Aislinn suspected it was more suited to a museum than daily use.
I had Evan refuse him entrance. Donia paced away from Aislinn, keeping an exaggerated distance.
It made her anxious that the Winter Queen felt compelled to stay out of reach.
Can I ask why?
You can. Donia seemed unusually unapproachable.
Aislinn forced her irritation and a twinge of fear away. Okaaay. Im asking.
I dont want to see him. Donia smiled, and Aislinn shivered.
Look. If you want me to go, just tell me. Im here because he asked and because I like you. Aislinn folded her arms over her chest, as much to keep herself from fidgeting uneasily as to keep from reaching out to smash one of the delicate snow globes that lined a shelf on the wall. They werent the sort of thing shed expect Donia to have, but right now didnt seem like the best time to ask about them. Something about Donias behavior was off, and Aislinn felt herself responding to an unspoken threat.
Your temper is more obvious as Summers strength grows. Donias chilling smile was steadfast. Like his. You even look like him with that glow pulsing under your skin.
Keenan is my friend. Aislinn bit down on her lip and curled her fingers tighter into her folded arms, not in nerves but for tiny bits of pain to ground herself.
The Winter Queen walked farther away. She paused at the window and traced her finger over the glass, covering it with frost flowers. She didnt look at Aislinn as she began to speak. Its like a wound, loving him. Hes everything I ever dreamed of. When we are togethershe sighed, a cloud of freezing air that left tiny icicles clinging to the drapesI dont care that he could burn me up. In that moment, Id welcome it. Id say yes even if it ended me.
Keenan needed Donia; they loved each other, and Aislinn needed them to remember that. Once-mortals could love faeries.
As Aislinn crossed the yard, the frost-heavy grass thawed under her feet. Behind her, she heard the crackling as the ice re-formed instantly. This was Donias domain. It was where she was at her strongest.And where I am weakest. After centuries of Beira declaring it as her seat of power, this place existed both inside the lines of Faerie and in the mortal realm, a thing that Keenan had beenand was stillunable to accomplish.
Her skin prickled uncomfortably as she walked through that icy world. Aislinn was an interloper, and Winter was as unpredictable as Summer. Donia might deny it, but Aislinn had spent her life cringing at the ravages of the seemingly endless snows. Shed seen bodies dead and frozen on side streets; the lifeless expressions of pain were things shed not forget. Aislinn had felt the pain of that ice wielded as a weapon when she and Keenan stood against the last Winter Queen.
That wasnt Donia,Aislinn reminded herself, but it did no good. Something about the very opposition of their courts made Aislinn want to clutch Keenans hand in hers, but he wasnt there.
As Aislinn stepped onto the porch, one of the white-winged Hawthorn People opened the door. The faery was soundless in her movement. She did not speak as Aislinn came through the doorway and shivered in the chill that pervaded the room. She did not speak as she glided through the dim house.
Is Donia available? Aislinns voice echoed in the stillness, but there was no answer.
She hadnt truly expected one: the Hawthorns were silent. It added to how unsettling they were. They never wandered far from Donias presence and typically only left the Winter Queens home if it was necessary to stay at Donias side. Their red eyes glowed like hearth coals amidst their ash-gray countenances.
The girl led Aislinn past several other quietly watchful Hawthorns who were lingering in the main hall. A fire crackled in one of the rooms they passed; the spitting and popping of logs was the only sound other than the fall of Aislinns feet on the aged wood of the floor. The Winter Court could move with an eerie stillness that made the back of Aislinns neck prickle uneasily.
At a door that was closed, the Hawthorn stopped. She made no movement to open the door.
Do I need to knock? Aislinn asked.
But the girl turned and drifted away.
Thats helpful. Aislinn reached out a hand just as the door opened inward.
Come in. Evan motioned her into the room.
Hey, Evan.
My queen would speak to you in private, he said, but he followed that with a friendly smile, crinkling his face into an expression that eased Aislinns tension a bit. Like the Hawthorn People, his berry-red eyes stood out, but where the Hawthorn were tinted like ashes of a dying fire, rowans like Evan were the image of fecundity. His gray-brown barklike skin and dark green leafy hair spoke of trees that moved across the earth untethered. They were creatures of Summer, of her court. It soothed her to see him.
But he was leaving already, and Aislinn was alone with Donia and her wolf, Sasha.
Donia, Aislinn started, but there suddenly werent words she could think of to go any further.
The Winter Queen did not make matters easier. She stood watching Aislinn. I assumehe sent you.
He would prefer talking to you himself. Aislinn felt like a small child in the vast unwelcoming room, but Donia hadnt offered her a seat or made any move to sit down herself, so she stood. The rug under their feet was almost threadbare, muted green, and somehow still seemed opulent. Aislinn suspected it was more suited to a museum than daily use.
I had Evan refuse him entrance. Donia paced away from Aislinn, keeping an exaggerated distance.
It made her anxious that the Winter Queen felt compelled to stay out of reach.
Can I ask why?
You can. Donia seemed unusually unapproachable.
Aislinn forced her irritation and a twinge of fear away. Okaaay. Im asking.
I dont want to see him. Donia smiled, and Aislinn shivered.
Look. If you want me to go, just tell me. Im here because he asked and because I like you. Aislinn folded her arms over her chest, as much to keep herself from fidgeting uneasily as to keep from reaching out to smash one of the delicate snow globes that lined a shelf on the wall. They werent the sort of thing shed expect Donia to have, but right now didnt seem like the best time to ask about them. Something about Donias behavior was off, and Aislinn felt herself responding to an unspoken threat.
Your temper is more obvious as Summers strength grows. Donias chilling smile was steadfast. Like his. You even look like him with that glow pulsing under your skin.
Keenan is my friend. Aislinn bit down on her lip and curled her fingers tighter into her folded arms, not in nerves but for tiny bits of pain to ground herself.
The Winter Queen walked farther away. She paused at the window and traced her finger over the glass, covering it with frost flowers. She didnt look at Aislinn as she began to speak. Its like a wound, loving him. Hes everything I ever dreamed of. When we are togethershe sighed, a cloud of freezing air that left tiny icicles clinging to the drapesI dont care that he could burn me up. In that moment, Id welcome it. Id say yes even if it ended me.
