Lady of Light and Shadows
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"Magic isn't evil, shei’tani. Nor are those who wield it, if they wield it for good." He brushed the backs of his fingers across her cheek. "Will you dance the Felah Baruk with me, shei’tani? On the terrace, beneath the Mother's silver light?”
The Felah Baruk, literally the Dance of Joy, was the Fey dance of courtship and devotion. “Bel and Kieran showed me the steps, but I'm afraid I don't remember them all.”
"It will be my pleasure to teach you”
She placed her hand on his wrist. "Then lead the way, shei'tan." She loved the way his eyes sparked as she called him that: true-mate, husband, beloved. Hers.
They passed the armed guards standing sentry by the large, arched doorways and walked across the marbled terrace to the balustrades overlooking the palace gardens.
Rain glanced over at Kiel. "Ask the musicians to play the Felah Baruk." The blond warrior slashed a quick bow and hurried back inside the palace ballroom. Moments later, the bright, soaring strains of the Dance of Joy spilled out through the terrace doors into the night.
Rain held out a hand, and Ellysetta took it with a smile and a curtsey.
"You mustn't laugh if I miss a step," she told him. But even as she spoke, she found herself moving gracefully, instinctively, in the patterns that symbolized Fey courtship and bonding. She turned slowly, swaying. He circled her, tall, dark, stern, his eyes burning. "You're guiding me," she whispered as she lifted an arm, passing a hand like a veil before her face, then extending it to Rain in a silent invitation.
"A little." He touched her hands, fingers threading through hers, clasping her hand. She turned, twirling so that his arm circled her waist and she backed against his chest. "Do you want me to stop?”
"Nei.” She looked up, bending her head back so she could see his eyes. "It's nice, actually." He was feeding her the motions of the dance, guiding each step, but with so subtle a touch that she could almost believe it was memory, not Rain, leading her through the steps. She didn't try to fight him, she just opened her mind and surrendered command of her body to him, and they danced as if they had danced a thousand times before.
He was home! Blessed merciful gods, he had been forgiven his sins. He was home! Gaelen vel Serranis stood in the tall grass of the plains of Corunn. The sun beat down on his head and gleamed on the golden spires of the Tairen Soul's palace in Dharsa, and the strains of the Felah Baruk flowed like healing magic over his body. The notes were faint, as if they were far away, but he heard them for the first time in over a thousand years, and his heart soared.
Marikah! Marissya! I'm home!
He saw them clearly, his sisters, as beautiful as life could ever be, two stars of the morning sky, running towards him with laughter and love shining on their faces, their hair unbound and flowing like banners of dark silk. Marissya, the gentler of the two, with deep, bottomless, ocean-blue eyes and hair as brown as the fertile earth. Marikah, his twin, with jet-black hair and pale blue eyes that would have seemed as cold as his own except for the love and laughter that always warmed them. His sisters ran towards him through the tall grass, their arms outstretched to welcome him. He saw Marikah's mouth form his name. He reached for her, and she faded, leaving him to embrace nothing but air. A frown drew his brows together as memory, fragmented and shifting like sand, disturbed his happiness. Marikah was .. dead?
Nei! Nei!
But even as he shook his head and cried out in denial, Gaelen saw the scene that had played in his mind a million times. His twin Marikah lay against an intricate mosaic of blue and gold tiles, her gown an ever-deepening scarlet, matching the dark pool of thick liquid that spread beneath her, an Eld assassin's blade plunged deep into her heart. She turned her head and reached out ... not to Gaelen but to the man who lay dead beside her. The Celierian. The mortal she had chosen as her mate.
Marissya stood still in the grass, clothed in shei'dalin red, her eyes accusing. She was yours to protect and you failed. You are dead to us.
Condemnation blew an icy wind through his soul, and he was freezing, teeth chattering.
Gaelen's eyes opened to the darkness of night. Stars twinkled in the sky overhead, paled by the light of the moons. Dimly he realized he was lying in the dirt at the edge of a field. He was not in the Fading Lands. Marikah was dead and he was dahl'reisen, soul-lost.
But he could still hear the strains of the Felah Baruk.
A low groan rattled in his throat as he rolled over on his belly and lifted his head. His vision swam, but he saw the glow of a walled city he both knew and despised.
Celieria City.
Outside on the terrace, the air was warm and sweet, perfumed with the scents of the palace gardens. Ellysetta danced with Rain until the last note of the Felah Baruk died away.
"Good evening, My Lord Feyreisen, Lady Ellysetta." A deep baritone voice spoke just behind her.
"Lord Barrial.” Ellysetta's fingers tightened around Rain's wrist as she turned to face the border lord. Here was the one person she'd actually liked from the dinner the other night, and she found herself holding her breath as she waited to see how he would greet her.
"Lady Ellysetta." He bowed deeply. When he rose, the faintest of smiles curved the man's lips. "No offense, but I trust you will not be drinking pinalle tonight?”
Ellie blushed. "No, my lord. I don't think I shall ever drink it again. Certainly never in combination with keflee.”
"Now, that would be a waste of a fine opportunity." Lord Barrial arched a dark brow "Wouldn't you agree, My Lord Feyreisen?”
The Felah Baruk, literally the Dance of Joy, was the Fey dance of courtship and devotion. “Bel and Kieran showed me the steps, but I'm afraid I don't remember them all.”
"It will be my pleasure to teach you”
She placed her hand on his wrist. "Then lead the way, shei'tan." She loved the way his eyes sparked as she called him that: true-mate, husband, beloved. Hers.
They passed the armed guards standing sentry by the large, arched doorways and walked across the marbled terrace to the balustrades overlooking the palace gardens.
Rain glanced over at Kiel. "Ask the musicians to play the Felah Baruk." The blond warrior slashed a quick bow and hurried back inside the palace ballroom. Moments later, the bright, soaring strains of the Dance of Joy spilled out through the terrace doors into the night.
Rain held out a hand, and Ellysetta took it with a smile and a curtsey.
"You mustn't laugh if I miss a step," she told him. But even as she spoke, she found herself moving gracefully, instinctively, in the patterns that symbolized Fey courtship and bonding. She turned slowly, swaying. He circled her, tall, dark, stern, his eyes burning. "You're guiding me," she whispered as she lifted an arm, passing a hand like a veil before her face, then extending it to Rain in a silent invitation.
"A little." He touched her hands, fingers threading through hers, clasping her hand. She turned, twirling so that his arm circled her waist and she backed against his chest. "Do you want me to stop?”
"Nei.” She looked up, bending her head back so she could see his eyes. "It's nice, actually." He was feeding her the motions of the dance, guiding each step, but with so subtle a touch that she could almost believe it was memory, not Rain, leading her through the steps. She didn't try to fight him, she just opened her mind and surrendered command of her body to him, and they danced as if they had danced a thousand times before.
He was home! Blessed merciful gods, he had been forgiven his sins. He was home! Gaelen vel Serranis stood in the tall grass of the plains of Corunn. The sun beat down on his head and gleamed on the golden spires of the Tairen Soul's palace in Dharsa, and the strains of the Felah Baruk flowed like healing magic over his body. The notes were faint, as if they were far away, but he heard them for the first time in over a thousand years, and his heart soared.
Marikah! Marissya! I'm home!
He saw them clearly, his sisters, as beautiful as life could ever be, two stars of the morning sky, running towards him with laughter and love shining on their faces, their hair unbound and flowing like banners of dark silk. Marissya, the gentler of the two, with deep, bottomless, ocean-blue eyes and hair as brown as the fertile earth. Marikah, his twin, with jet-black hair and pale blue eyes that would have seemed as cold as his own except for the love and laughter that always warmed them. His sisters ran towards him through the tall grass, their arms outstretched to welcome him. He saw Marikah's mouth form his name. He reached for her, and she faded, leaving him to embrace nothing but air. A frown drew his brows together as memory, fragmented and shifting like sand, disturbed his happiness. Marikah was .. dead?
Nei! Nei!
But even as he shook his head and cried out in denial, Gaelen saw the scene that had played in his mind a million times. His twin Marikah lay against an intricate mosaic of blue and gold tiles, her gown an ever-deepening scarlet, matching the dark pool of thick liquid that spread beneath her, an Eld assassin's blade plunged deep into her heart. She turned her head and reached out ... not to Gaelen but to the man who lay dead beside her. The Celierian. The mortal she had chosen as her mate.
Marissya stood still in the grass, clothed in shei'dalin red, her eyes accusing. She was yours to protect and you failed. You are dead to us.
Condemnation blew an icy wind through his soul, and he was freezing, teeth chattering.
Gaelen's eyes opened to the darkness of night. Stars twinkled in the sky overhead, paled by the light of the moons. Dimly he realized he was lying in the dirt at the edge of a field. He was not in the Fading Lands. Marikah was dead and he was dahl'reisen, soul-lost.
But he could still hear the strains of the Felah Baruk.
A low groan rattled in his throat as he rolled over on his belly and lifted his head. His vision swam, but he saw the glow of a walled city he both knew and despised.
Celieria City.
Outside on the terrace, the air was warm and sweet, perfumed with the scents of the palace gardens. Ellysetta danced with Rain until the last note of the Felah Baruk died away.
"Good evening, My Lord Feyreisen, Lady Ellysetta." A deep baritone voice spoke just behind her.
"Lord Barrial.” Ellysetta's fingers tightened around Rain's wrist as she turned to face the border lord. Here was the one person she'd actually liked from the dinner the other night, and she found herself holding her breath as she waited to see how he would greet her.
"Lady Ellysetta." He bowed deeply. When he rose, the faintest of smiles curved the man's lips. "No offense, but I trust you will not be drinking pinalle tonight?”
Ellie blushed. "No, my lord. I don't think I shall ever drink it again. Certainly never in combination with keflee.”
"Now, that would be a waste of a fine opportunity." Lord Barrial arched a dark brow "Wouldn't you agree, My Lord Feyreisen?”
