Queen of Song and Souls
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"I'm sorry, shei'tan," she apologized sincerely. "I should have been more careful—for your sake if not my own."
"That's what you always say," he replied in a low voice, "but it never stops you from doing what you know you should not."
She rubbed her forehead, where a headache had begun to throb. "I never meant to go so deep into the Well, but he was a child, Rain. Not much older than Lillis and Lorelle. I couldn't let him die. Can't you understand that?"
He sighed. "I do understand, shei'tani. Better than you think." He turned to face her. "But saving that boy or even a thousand more like him won't bring Lillis and Lorelle back." He took her shoulders in a firm grip. "You've got to stop risking yourself this way, Ellysetta. You're no good to your sisters, or your father, or anyone else for that matter, if you're dead or lose your soul to the Mages."
"I know that. I do. It's just that—" Her voice broke off. She could feel his fear, his love, his guilt for bringing her into the dangers of a Tairen Soul's life, his terror that he might not be strong enough to hold himself in check the next time she came so close to death.
"Oh, Rain." She leaned against him, resting her forehead against the unforgiving golden steel of his tairen -forged war armor and laying the palm of one hand against the smooth warmth of his jaw. Though they could not read each other's thoughts until their bond was complete, they could, when they touched skin-to-skin, feel each other's emotions as clear as day. Because he was the strongest of the Fey, the most powerful Tairen Soul in living memory, it was so easy to forget hew fragile he truly was, how narrow the band that kept him from plunging into madness.
«Sieks'ta, shei'tan.» I'm sorry, beloved. She wove the apology into his mind on a thread of Spirit, not reading his thoughts, but offering him one of hers. With her hand against his face, her skin touching his, she knew he could sense her sincerity and the great love she bore him just as she sensed his agitation drain away, replaced by regret and weariness.
He turned his lips into her palm and pressed a kiss there "As am I," he said. "I know my fear for you is a burden, and it shames me that you must bear it. You are a Tairen Soul, which means you are fierce, born to fight and to defend those in your care; but you are also my shei'tani. I thought I would be strong enough to let you embrace the warrior's side of your nature. I know now I'm not. I cannot allow you to be harmed—not even by your own actions."
Ellysetta forced a small smile. "Perhaps when our bond is complete, things will be different."
"Perhaps," he agreed without conviction. Steli's wings flapped. The white tairen nudged them with her nose. «Time to fly, Rainier-Eras. The day grows late.»
"Aiyah"
"Where are we going?" Ellysetta asked.
"Crystal Lake," he admitted.
"The Source in the mountains? But that's bells away —“ She broke off and her brows drew together in concern. Every great city in the Fading Lands had a Source at its center, and the Fey drank the water of those Sources to bolster their strength and replenish flagging magical energies. The only Source that existed outside the Fading Lands was Crystal Lake, and its magic-infused waters fed one of the tributaries that flowed into Rivera's Veil and the Heras River.
If the diluted Source waters of the Veil were no longer powerful enough to replenish Rain's magic or rejuvenate his strength. ..
"It's more precaution than need," Rain reassured her, reading her expression. Fey didn't lie, which meant he was telling the truth—or at least a version of it. "Besides, how long has it been since we've managed to do more than snatch a few bells' sleep together? I thought you might like some time away from the battlefield and the healing tents."
"I would." The other shei'dalins slipped back through the Mists every few days to restore themselves in the peace of the Fading Lands. Banished and Mage Marked as she was, Ellysetta didn't have that luxury. "I suppose we could both use a visit to the Source," she said, stepping back to give Rain room for the Change.
He waited for her to get clear before closing his eyes and summoning his magic. Flows of power gathered and swirled around him, darkening to a gray mist that sparkled with rainbow lights. The crackling energy of his magic poured over Ellysetta in hot, electric waves. She gasped and closed her eyes on a shudder of shared pleasure as Rain's Fey body was unmade—his flesh and consciousness flung out into the mist of the Change—then re-formed in a staggering rush into the great, sleek body of his tairen self.
When the magic of the Change cleared, Rain Tairen Soul crouched where Rain the Fey had stood: a magnificent, kingly creature, like one of the sleek black jungle cats Ellysetta had seen in illustrated books of faraway lands, except that his tairen body stood easily half as high as a fully grown fireoak, and great, batlike wings sprouted from his back. Even by tairen standards, Rain was an impressive male, with fur a glossy, unrelieved midnight black, a vast wingspan, and radiant, pupil-less eyes that glowed like lavender suns.
He lowered his head to pin Ellysetta with that bright, whirling gaze and rumbled a throaty purr. Her body clenched like a fist, every nerve abruptly sizzling with a rush of pure, primitive heat. She might not yet have found her wings, but the tairen in her soul recognized its mate—and yearned for him with staggering force.
She wet her lips and tried to compose herself while Rain purred deep in his throat and nosed her with unmistakable interest, "Stop that" She laughed, giving him a shove. She summoned an Earth weave that transformed her gown into steel-studded scarlet leathers, with Fey'cha belts crossed over her chest and her quintet's daggers sheathed in the belt slung around her hips. A subsequent weave summoned a burst of powerful silvery Air magic that lifted her body up and deposited her into the cradle of the leather saddle that Rain wove for her on his back. She anchored herself in place with the saddle's leather straps, "I'm ready."
"That's what you always say," he replied in a low voice, "but it never stops you from doing what you know you should not."
She rubbed her forehead, where a headache had begun to throb. "I never meant to go so deep into the Well, but he was a child, Rain. Not much older than Lillis and Lorelle. I couldn't let him die. Can't you understand that?"
He sighed. "I do understand, shei'tani. Better than you think." He turned to face her. "But saving that boy or even a thousand more like him won't bring Lillis and Lorelle back." He took her shoulders in a firm grip. "You've got to stop risking yourself this way, Ellysetta. You're no good to your sisters, or your father, or anyone else for that matter, if you're dead or lose your soul to the Mages."
"I know that. I do. It's just that—" Her voice broke off. She could feel his fear, his love, his guilt for bringing her into the dangers of a Tairen Soul's life, his terror that he might not be strong enough to hold himself in check the next time she came so close to death.
"Oh, Rain." She leaned against him, resting her forehead against the unforgiving golden steel of his tairen -forged war armor and laying the palm of one hand against the smooth warmth of his jaw. Though they could not read each other's thoughts until their bond was complete, they could, when they touched skin-to-skin, feel each other's emotions as clear as day. Because he was the strongest of the Fey, the most powerful Tairen Soul in living memory, it was so easy to forget hew fragile he truly was, how narrow the band that kept him from plunging into madness.
«Sieks'ta, shei'tan.» I'm sorry, beloved. She wove the apology into his mind on a thread of Spirit, not reading his thoughts, but offering him one of hers. With her hand against his face, her skin touching his, she knew he could sense her sincerity and the great love she bore him just as she sensed his agitation drain away, replaced by regret and weariness.
He turned his lips into her palm and pressed a kiss there "As am I," he said. "I know my fear for you is a burden, and it shames me that you must bear it. You are a Tairen Soul, which means you are fierce, born to fight and to defend those in your care; but you are also my shei'tani. I thought I would be strong enough to let you embrace the warrior's side of your nature. I know now I'm not. I cannot allow you to be harmed—not even by your own actions."
Ellysetta forced a small smile. "Perhaps when our bond is complete, things will be different."
"Perhaps," he agreed without conviction. Steli's wings flapped. The white tairen nudged them with her nose. «Time to fly, Rainier-Eras. The day grows late.»
"Aiyah"
"Where are we going?" Ellysetta asked.
"Crystal Lake," he admitted.
"The Source in the mountains? But that's bells away —“ She broke off and her brows drew together in concern. Every great city in the Fading Lands had a Source at its center, and the Fey drank the water of those Sources to bolster their strength and replenish flagging magical energies. The only Source that existed outside the Fading Lands was Crystal Lake, and its magic-infused waters fed one of the tributaries that flowed into Rivera's Veil and the Heras River.
If the diluted Source waters of the Veil were no longer powerful enough to replenish Rain's magic or rejuvenate his strength. ..
"It's more precaution than need," Rain reassured her, reading her expression. Fey didn't lie, which meant he was telling the truth—or at least a version of it. "Besides, how long has it been since we've managed to do more than snatch a few bells' sleep together? I thought you might like some time away from the battlefield and the healing tents."
"I would." The other shei'dalins slipped back through the Mists every few days to restore themselves in the peace of the Fading Lands. Banished and Mage Marked as she was, Ellysetta didn't have that luxury. "I suppose we could both use a visit to the Source," she said, stepping back to give Rain room for the Change.
He waited for her to get clear before closing his eyes and summoning his magic. Flows of power gathered and swirled around him, darkening to a gray mist that sparkled with rainbow lights. The crackling energy of his magic poured over Ellysetta in hot, electric waves. She gasped and closed her eyes on a shudder of shared pleasure as Rain's Fey body was unmade—his flesh and consciousness flung out into the mist of the Change—then re-formed in a staggering rush into the great, sleek body of his tairen self.
When the magic of the Change cleared, Rain Tairen Soul crouched where Rain the Fey had stood: a magnificent, kingly creature, like one of the sleek black jungle cats Ellysetta had seen in illustrated books of faraway lands, except that his tairen body stood easily half as high as a fully grown fireoak, and great, batlike wings sprouted from his back. Even by tairen standards, Rain was an impressive male, with fur a glossy, unrelieved midnight black, a vast wingspan, and radiant, pupil-less eyes that glowed like lavender suns.
He lowered his head to pin Ellysetta with that bright, whirling gaze and rumbled a throaty purr. Her body clenched like a fist, every nerve abruptly sizzling with a rush of pure, primitive heat. She might not yet have found her wings, but the tairen in her soul recognized its mate—and yearned for him with staggering force.
She wet her lips and tried to compose herself while Rain purred deep in his throat and nosed her with unmistakable interest, "Stop that" She laughed, giving him a shove. She summoned an Earth weave that transformed her gown into steel-studded scarlet leathers, with Fey'cha belts crossed over her chest and her quintet's daggers sheathed in the belt slung around her hips. A subsequent weave summoned a burst of powerful silvery Air magic that lifted her body up and deposited her into the cradle of the leather saddle that Rain wove for her on his back. She anchored herself in place with the saddle's leather straps, "I'm ready."
