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"Would you look at them?" Madame Winsbraut said, turning back to Fiona, "Such an odd pair, they are. But 'tis good to see Elaina looking so young, again. She ought to watch herself, though."

Fiona kept her eyes firmly to the bread she was tying up. "Anything else, Madame?"

"No, no, that's all for today, dearie," she said, glancing over her shoulder again. "I wonder what Elaina's husband thinks? Or if he knows. Though there isn't much to know, I suppose - he's just a dog. Hardly a scandal there-" she snickered, "Aside from befriending a dog, I suppose."

"Though, I think," Fiona said, looking up at Madame Winsbraut, "He is a better person than a few people I know." She smiled and handed the women her basket. "Have a nice day."

"Don't be silly dear," Madame Winsbraut said, taking the basket, "Even if he was a human, he'd only be a rogue. Ought to watch herself, indeed. Goodday."

Fiona watched Madame Winsbraut go out of the corner of her eyes, keeping her head low.

"Nope, we're up here, actually," Bandit said, hopping up onto the counter.

"As if I could not notice you, Bandit," Fiona said, looking up and laughing a bit.

"Entertaining peasants again, Fiona?" said Elaina, her eyes in the direction of Madame Windsbraut's departure.

Fiona giggled, "She isn't quite a peasant, Elaina."

"She's poorly born."

"But well moneyed."

"You can't buy breeding, my dear," said Elaina.

"No amount of money can buy that gracious attitude," Bandit said.

"Well," Fiona said before Elaina count retort, "What brings you two aristocrats here today?"

"You see, Fiona," Elaina said, "Bandit has decided my house has become a home for wayword travellers..."

"One!" Bandit said, "One half-starved girl! You'd think I was sending half of this valley to her!"

"But at any rate," Elaina said, placing her basket on the counter, "I'm in need of a little bit of everything."

Fiona laughed and picked up the basket. "Alright, but first, who is this girl?"

"I don't know anything about her," said Elaina, "Except her name is Quenlyn and she hardly looks older than fifteen winters."

"She's seventeen," Bandit said, "Had been working with a smuggler. Spent a year wandering looking for something, she didn't say what."

Fiona nodded. "What's she look like?"

"Rather boyish, really," said Elaina.

"Pretty, in her way," Bandit said.

"Something about her I don't like," said Elaina.

Bandit shook his head. "Something we don't quite understand, I think."

Elaina shrugged. "It's a fine line, in such matters."

"How long is she staying?" Fiona said.

"I don't really know," said Elaina, "I suspect not too long, she doesn't seem the type who easily accepts such charity."

"Then probably not the kind who likes others gossiping about her?" Fiona said, "This clearing's just a bit too small for people not to."

Elaina laughed. "Oh probably."

"Well," Fiona said, leaning on the counter, "I do have a bit of gossip for you you can start spreading."

"Really now," Elaina said, leaning across from her, "Do tell."

"My cousin's coming next late winter, or spring."

"Cousin, mm?" said Elaina.

Fiona nodded. "Katina, she's three years older than I." Fiona giggled, "Not that there's much here, but she can help here, and especially with the horses. She's here to find a husband, though. And she's trouble."

"Trouble?" Elaina laughed, "I can hardly imagine a relation of yours being trouble, Fiona."

"Just wait," Fiona grinned, "She is!"

"Oh, enough gossip for now," Elaina said, "Go fetch my groceries, I've got a dinner to make."

For all the joking that it will take me so long to pack, thought Ravan, closing her satchel, We forget just how few worldly goods I have. I ought to leave tonight. She glanced around the room and sighed; it would be the last comfortable place she would sleep for months to come, and she knew it well. Then what's another few hours' stay? A harder push later to make up for tonight's luxury. She glanced around again and went downstairs.

"Oh, good, Ravan," Elaina looked up from the kitchen table where Bandit lay, "I'm glad you're here. I've got to be to the market if I'm to feed us all tonight."

"Us all?" Ravan cast Bandit an amused glance, "Staying for dinner?"

"No, no," said Elaina before Bandit could respond, "He brought home some girl--"

"Brought home a girl, did you?" said Ravan, continuing to look amused at Bandit.

"Yep, I live here, brought her home," Bandit said, grinning.

"Quiet, both of you," said Elaina, "You know what I meant. Anyway, she's staying here apparently, so I need to go get a bit more food. I just wanted you down here when she comes down. Feed her, or talk to her, or just otherwise don't let her too alone."

"She's harmless," said Bandit.

"I've my doubts," said Elaina, "But I suppose we'll see. Do you need anything for your trip, Ravan? Oh, what am I asking?" Elaina threw her hands in the air and got to her feet, "You'll say nothing, I'll eventually pry something out of you half-way, and buy something I think you might need," she headed for the door, retrieving her cloak from the closet, "And so we may as well skip that and I'll guess." Ravan laughed, and Elaina turned to Bandit. "Are you coming?" she asked him.

"But of course," Bandit said, "A fine lady is always in need of an escort."

"You're ridiculous," Elaina said, "Let's go."

Ravan saw them out the door and closed it behind them, laughing to herself on the way back to the kitchen.

They sound like an old married couple, she thought, taking a seat at the kitchen table, An odd couple, to be sure. He is good for her though - I just hope he stays that way.

"You're Ravan, then?"

Ravan turned around quickly and saw the girl lingering in the doorway behind her.

"Yes," Ravan said, getting to her feet, "I'm afraid you've missed Elaina and Bandit by all of twenty seconds, so you're stuck with me for a bit. But," she bowed, "I am Ravan."

Quenlyn's eyes looked hard at Ravan. "You're a Mystic then."

"Yes..." Ravan said, sitting down and gesturing Quenlyn to do the same, "Yes, I am."

Quenlyn remained in her spot in the doorway. "Will you train me?"

"A forward question," Ravan said, "How do you know I don't train another?"

"Where are they?" Quenlyn said, "Not here now, and Elaina nor Bandit made mention of another in this house."

"You're too young to train," said Ravan.

"I'm seventeen," said Quenlyn, losely crossing her arms, "I look younger than I am. Seventeen is old enough."

"There are others I've said I'd train."

"Where are they now? Not here - not ready. I am."

Quick and stubborn, Ravan thought, drumming her fingers on the table, A good combination for the lifestyle.

"What's your name, girl?"

"Quenlyn," she said, then added, "Quen."

"Well, Quen," Ravan said, again motioning for the girl to sit, "I am going North in the morning," she watched the girl sit down, "But will be back through in the spring. I will train you then."

"Why not now?"

"I don't want to take care of you on travels it's hard enough to take care of myself," said Ravan.

"I can take care of myself," Quen said, "And you, if I needed to."

Ravan shook her head. "In the spring I will be back for you."

"If I can't come with you," Quenlyn said in a low voice, "I will follow you."

"Why?" Ravan said, "Unneeded hardship. Stay here for six months' time, do what you were planning to do, and I will be back."

"I have spent a year yet searching for a Mystic to train me," Quenlyn said, "And to let one move on without me would be a waste. I will take care of myself, and you if you need it. I can travel with you or behind you; the choice is yours."

Ravan studied the girl for a long moment; her jaw was set and her eyes staring steadly at Ravan. Near the same color as mine... odd, Ravan thought.

"We leave in the morning, then," Ravan said finally. "Before dawn, be ready."

 

 

Quenlyn nodded and followed Elaina as she bustled up the stairs.

"Here is your room," Elaina said, going into the room directly up the stairs and over to the water pitcher. "I'll fetch some fresh water for you."

"This... this is someone's room," Quenlyn said, looking around, "Someone's been here recently, lived here. I can't stay here, someone else does."

Stopping with the pitcher in her hand, Elaina turned around and examed the girl. Probably a bit off from no sleep and no food, I'd think.

"No one's been in this room for weeks, dear," said Elaina gently.

"But it's their room."

"Yes," said Elaina, "My daughter's room. She was here, not so long ago - but she won't be back for awhile, yet."

Quenlyn's eyes rest on Elaina, and she tilted her head slightly, letting her eyelids fall a bit.

"She travels with her father," Elaina added quickly, "She'll be delighted this room is put to use. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Elaina hurried out of the room and into her own. Odd, odd girl, that one is. Wonder where he found her - why he brought her to me. She placed the pitcher down and began pumping water into it. I don't like those eyes of hers. At least she has that look of those who never stay long. The pitcher full, she paused a moment, running her hands over it so a red haze appeared.

"Here we are," said Elaina, reentering the bedroom, "Wash up, rest if you'd like. Come downstairs whenever you're ready, we'll find you something to eat." She put the pitcher down and turned back around to face Quenlyn, who was staring hard at the pitcher.

"Why is - what is that red around it?" said Quenlyn.

"Only a bit of magick," said Elaina, "To warm the water. It will disappear as soon as you touch it. Come down when you're ready - no rush, Ravan or I will be here all day."

"Ravan?"

"A friend of mine," said Elaina, sighing. "Visiting, though leaving in the morrow."

"You are very kind, Elaina," Quenlyn said, "Thank you."

Elaina furrowed her brow, glancing over the girl. "Yes, of course," she said, and went downstairs.

Bandit was still waiting in the foyer, and with a flip of her head Elaina motioned him to follow her into the kitchen. Once there, she spun around to face him.

"Bandit," she said, putting her hands on her hips, "What on earth did you bring me?"

"Hey now," he said, hopping onto the table, "She was under a tree and half asleep and looks like she hasn't eaten in a week."

"She's not very... trusting, I'd say."

"I'd agree with that," Bandit said. "She's not very human, either."

"No, I think she is," said Elaina, "Perhaps not entirely, though." Sighing, she took a seat next to Bandit. "It'll be tense having her here."

"I doubt she'll stay long."

"If she's not human, what is she?"

Bandit shrugged."Don't know. Just get the sense that she's not."

"She doesn't quite seem like the type to ask, hmm?"

"She doesn't seem like the type who'd know, if you ask me."

"Oh?" said Elaina, eyeing him, "What makes you say that?"

He shrugged again and said, "She's young and alone. And she's got those defenses to her most get when they've been alone too long."

"I wonder if she wants to stay like that."

"She followed me here."

"Yes," said Elaina, "Good point."

"I wonder what she's looking for."

Elaina leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "She's probably just wandering."

"Same thing, sometimes."

"Sometimes. She could just be lost."

"Aren't we all?"

Elaina rolled her eyes. "Don't go philosophical on me, dog."

"Well then," Bandit grinned, "Don't walk into it."

"Tea, Ravan?" Elaina said, standing up and clearing away Ravan's dishes and her own.

"As always, thank you," said Ravan, leaning back in her chair. She was content to let Elaina busy herself boiling water and washing the dishes, today. They were silent for the few minutes until Elaina returned to the table with two mugs and sat down.

"You've been quiet over dinner," said Elaina, wrapping her hands around the mug. "Something's on your mind, then."

"Isn't there always, mm?"

"Oh, no games, Ravan," Elaina said, "It can't be so bad."

"I need to be leaving tomorrow, I think," Ravan said, putting her mug down. "I've already lingered too long."

Elaina nodded. "I thought as much. You should've gone sooner, it'll be biting cold up north by the time you get there."

"Even if I hadn't stayed here at all, it would've been cold," said Ravan.

"And I am certainly glad you did," Elaina smiled.

"I'll stop by on my way back down in the spring," said Ravan, "Perhaps stay longer, if I've nothing else to do."

Elaina smiled. "Perhaps." She took a sip of her tea, resting her eyes on Ravan's face.

I can never imagine how she has green eyes with such black hair, she thought idlely, I didn't think elves or humans could have that. Perhaps the combination can, I suppose.

"You'll have to keep me informed on your whereabouts," Ravan said, "Lest you end up in Corlan, hm?"

"Oh really, it'll be years before I'm back there for any length," Elaina said, "Besides, Alastair likes it here."

Ravan tilted her head up, pursing her lips, then shook her head and looked down at her tea. "Of course, Elaina."

Elaina studied her a long moment and sighed. "Besides," said she, "You'll have to contact me - you're the one all over and sleeping under whichever tree is most suiting, mm?"

"You have a point, there," Ravan chuckled. "I'll do my best." She took the last swallows of her tea and put the mug back on the table, taking a moment to muse over Elaina. As much as I may not trust Bandit, it is better than leaving her here alone, again.

"If I begin packing now," said Ravan, standing up, "There is a slight chance I'll be done by tomorrow."

"Oh, go on," Elaina laughed, "I've got my own work to do."

Grinning, Ravan mock bowed and then disappeared through the doorway. Elaina laughed, sitting back in her chair with the remains of her own cup of tea.

At least you'll have Bandit to keep you amused all winter, she thought, sipping her tea. And this ball, of course. Then Spring - oh, trouble will come in the spring, I know that already. Perhaps I'll be planning a wedding, then... Elaina laughed to herself quietly. Oh, getting so ahead of yourself. Let's plan this ball and have her meet her man before you marry her off, mm? Now for these lists you had to make.

Elaina looked up at the ceiling. Ah, the study's too far to go right now, she thought, then closed her eyes, raising her hands.A moment later, two sheets of parchment, an ink pot, and a quill appeared on the table before her.

"There," she said, sitting forward and taking up the quill, "Now, to work."

A knock at the door stopped her from going farther than dipping the quill in the ink.

Bandit, if that's you, I'm surprised you bothered knocking, she thought, getting to her feet.

The door swung open before Elaina was even in the next room and a familiar voice came into her head. Elaina, you do realize now I'm never going to knock again.

Bandit, gods, you can mindspeak? Elaina quickly went into her front room, where Bandit stood with a lanky girl in his shadow.

Elaina, of course I can, why are you surprised?

Bandit, I shouldn't be, I suppose.

"Hello," she said to the girl in front of her, "Can I take your cloak?"

"Oh..." the girl glanced at Bandit uncertainly, then slipped off her cloak. "Yes, thank you."

"My name is Elaina," she said, hanging up the cloak in the closet. "And yours?"

"Quenlyn."

"Ahh.. nice to meet you, Quenlyn." Elaina curtsied slightly; though she seemed surprised at this, Quenlyn quickly offered a slight bow her her own.

"Quenlyn was in the woods," Bandit said, stepping between them, "And would appreciate some hospitality. I offered you, assuming you wouldn't mind."

"Not at all..." Elaina said, watching the girl. "Come upstairs with me, we'll get you some water to wash up with."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Elaina said, raising her brow.

Ravan twisted her mouth, silent for a moment. "I think," she said slowly, "You were so set on being unhappy in Corlan that you didn't consider you might be unhappy elsewhere, too."

"I haven't been unhappy here," said Elaina, "I've just been--" The word echoed in her head in Bandit's voice. "Lonely."

"Does that make you happy, then?" Ravan said.

"No, of course not," said Elaina. "But you damn well know I left Corlan for good reasons. I could never live there again."

"No one's asking you to live there." She twisted her mouth again, biting her lip. "Though, I suppose they eventually would. But you don't have to."

"Where would I live, then, Ravan?"

Ravan furrowed her brow. "Here," she said. "I know you an disappear and reappear whenever you like, even if you don't like to."

"Yes, I suppose," said Elaina. Ravan turned back to the fire, stirring her own breakfast. "But what have I got to keep me here, anyway," Elaina murmured.

"I met the oddest creature last night," Ravan said, raising her voice over the crackling food. "He said he knew you, too. What was his name..."

"Bandit?" said Elaina.

"Yes! That's the one," said Ravan, "He's a curious little thing, isn't he? Trouble, I think."

"Perhaps the good sort of trouble, though."

"I don't think it," Ravan said, scooping eggs onto her plate, "He wants to know to much, too many details, and never says enough about himself."

"He's nosey, that does not mean he's evil, Ravan."

"I never said that, Elaina," said Ravan quietly, taking a seat at the table.

"Right, of course," said Elaina. "I'm sorry. What was he so interested in, then?"

"Why I wasn't insulted he called me a half-breed--"

"He called you that?"

"Well," Ravan chuckled, "I sort of stepped into it, really. That, and how we knew each other, our pasts. This Ball you're planning."

"He seems a bit preoccupied with the past," said Elaina, "I wonder why that is. But the Ball? Odd for him to think twice of."

"He was interested that it was fully masked, actually."

"Silly of him."

"Would he consider going, Elaina?"

Elaina laughed, "Even fully masked, it would be easy to spot a dog among us, I think."

"Why can he talk?"

"He has magick," Elaina shrugged, "And quite a lot of it, really."

"Plenty of animals do, but can't talk, or at least not in the Tongue of Elves and Men."

Elaina shook her head. "What I can sense of his magick is so far beyond anything I've encountered, Ravan. He hardly seems to use it, though. Why lay such power to waste?"

Ravan eyed Elaina. "You make my point about your return to Corlan, then."

"Yes," sighed Elaina, "I suppose I do."

********

Bandit's eyes squinted open, then closed again.

God damn sun and that moving thing it does...

He opened them again and stood up, then shook himself off. Getting to be that time of year it's too cold to sleep in the shade. Autumn so soon.

After a deep stretch, Bandit hopped off the rock, trotting east along the shoreline, to where the afternoon sun found its way through the trees. At least Ela is speaking to you again. That's always good. Give you something to do other than sleep in the sun all day, old man. This ball thing ought to be interesting. I wonder where it'll be. Maybe here. Maybe ... you know, you shouldn't get so close to her. A twinge of guilt pulled at him, and he shook his head clear. A movement caught the corner of his eye.

Now what?

Lifting his head, he sniffed the air. Human? No, not fully. Something else there.. but what is that? He picked his way through the forest, following his nose. Mostly human, at any rate. Why is it back here?

He crawled on top of a root; looking down, a figure was curled up in the hollow on a black cloak, its back to him.

"Hello?"

An instant later the figure was up, inches from his face, a dagger pressing into his throat.

He looked absently at her for a moment, losing focus in her eyes - the green-brown color of the trees around them. Her blood runs with that of the Forest People, then.

"Really now," Bandit said, taking a step back, "No need to be rude, I'm generally harmless."

The girl's face and knife dropped in surprise. "You can talk?" She regained some composure and relifted her dagger. "But-- wait, how should I know you're harmless, then?"

Bandit shrugged and sat down. "I suppose you don't, really. But I'm just a skinny little dog-like thing."

"Not skinny," the girl said, "Lean, but I can see you're strong. And animal's jaws always hurt."

"True," he said, "But I am still small, and your reflexes seem quick enough to cut me open before I could bite you."

The girl studied him a moment, her face hard, and then slid the daggar into its sheath on her belt.

"There," said Bandit, "A bit more civilised, then."

"What do you want?"

"Or not," Bandit said. "But I just wanted to see if you were alright."

"Alright?"

"Most humans aren't just sleeping among tree roots," he said. "Not without reason, and it's usually an unpleasant one."

"I don't need your help."

"I've no doubt of it," he said, "But it might be a nice thing to have, anyway."

She studied him for a long moment again. "But you're a dog. What good can you do me?"

Bandit sighed, "I'm not really a dog, but alright. I know two humans, they are kind, they can give you some shelter, some food."

"Humans are never kind without something in return."

"Then perhaps you could find a way to repay them, sometime."

"Two humans, then?"

"Well," said Bandit, "One's half elf, but ostensively, yes."

"How far from here are they?"

"Half-mile, three-quarters mile."

She nodded. "Alright, then."

Bandit watched as she gathered her few belongings. Her straight hair was cut off just before her shoulders - a seemingly impractical length that never was out of her way, but framing a feminine face. She was thin to the point of shapelessness, flat and boyish from all sides. The only thing extraordinary about her were her eyes, and her age, perhaps. She was still very young to be alone, he thought.

"What's your name?" he asked when she stood back up.

"Quenlyn," she said. "Yours?"

"Bandit," he said and hopped off the rock. "Come on, Quen, we'll get you a real place to sleep."

Elaina cringed slightly as she saw Ravan moving around inside the kitchen, then forced herself to look a bit more cheery as she went through the door.

"Well, goodmorning, Ravan," she said, stopping to unhook the top half of the door.

"Elaina," said Ravan, "I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the Merrifolk house." She grinned and turned away from the fire, picking up another egg. "Breakfast?"

"If you're making it already," Elaina said, and pushed the top half of the door outside, the hot cooking air going with it.

"You'll have to make whatever you drink though," said Ravan, pointing towards the bag on the counter, "I haven't a clue what it is or what you do with it."

"Fair enough," said Elaina.

"So how did it go?" said Ravan.

"It'll be a good ball, I think," said Elaina, reaching over Ravan and pulling the kettle off the fire. "A masquarade, actually. Do you want anything to drink?"

"I have juice, thank you. A Masquarade, eh?"

"Mhmm," Elaina said, sitting down with her coffee, "Anasilla is full of ideas. To be young again."

"Yes, you're ancient. Me too, for that matter. What sort of ideas does she have? Will you be able to actually follow through with them? You like these cooked through, right?"

"Yes, I am, no, you're not, and yes, I do," said Elaina. "Her parents are arranging this grand fiasco to get her married, or at least on the way. There will be so many people there, and Anasilla wants them all completely masked the entire time. No Coat of Arms, distingushing marks, only a color for age and marital status."

"Married? Coats of arms?" Ravan scraped an egg and some of sliced potatos onto a plate, "Where are they holding this and who has a coat of arms?"

"Nearly everyone in Corlan."

Still holding the plate, Ravan stopped in the middle of the kitchen. "What?"

"Governments change and empires fall," Elaina said. "They're looking to move back, it seems." Elaina hesitated a moment. "I may be returning, too."

Ravan came over and put the dish down in front of Elaina. "It's about time."

Elaina turned over in bed again, and saw blue-pink light peering through the cracks of the curtains.

"Fine, I give up," she grumbled, throwing her sheets off, "Who needs sleep anyway?"

She began to put on a dressing robe, then threw it on the chair and dressed fully instead. As quietly as she could, she went down to the kitchen and went back to her food chest. She stared into it for several long moments, blank, and then slammed it shut and went out through the door.

Ridiculous, Elaina. Such a creature of habit - do you even think anymore? Or just do? What happened to you, she crossed her arms tightly as she walked - it was colder than she had expected, You were clever, and witty, and cultured. You argued and fought when it called for it. You were the first to leave in protest, before others followed suit. You could have been so much, and here you are, a lonely housewife, just like they wanted you to be, so jaded you don't--- She stopped, suddenly, and looked up. She was all the way back to the lake she and Bandit had been to; it was beautiful, now, reflecting half the night sky, half the dawn sun.

"You don't even know what's right in front of you," she murmured.

Elbereth... and Aryn. They could do this. I could teach - Alastair said-- Alastair! Elaina clenched her fists under her arms, What has he done for me, or given me, for all these years? A house - two daughters I never see? I don't need, I can't-- I won't--

"To HELL with him!" Elaina shouted, and listened to the echo across the water. "To hell with them all," she said, sighing.

"It's early to be yelling, isn't it?"

Elaina jumped, eyes scanning the edge of the lake until she finally found Bandit about fifty yards away, lieing on a tall rock by the water.

"Honestly, Bandit, do you follow me?" she said, walking towards him.

"Only on occasion," he said, "But this time, you came to me."

"What are you doing back here? Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Bandit eyed her, "Do you?"

"I didn't sleep well, what's your excuse?"

Bandit shrugged. "It's just pretty in the mornings."

"Trying to out do me, are you."

"It's a side benefit." He grinned at her. "Now, why can't you sleep?"

Elaina shrugged. "One of those nights."

"Oh please," said Bandit, "If you're here at sunrising to damn someone, there's a reason."

Elaina was quiet for a long moment. She sighed and took a few steps back to sit in the grass, leaning against the stone.

"Why'd you leave, Bandit?"

Bandit looked down at her, shifting slightly to face more her direction.

"There isn't much to Alnia except one city," he said, "There were settlements everywhere, scattered, but - The Heartland, everything is based around it. Those not in power wanted it. Everything was destroyed in the war..." he trailed off, glancing skyward for a moment, "I had nothing to stay for. So I left."

Elaina nodded, watching him curiously. "Why did you come here? It's so far."

"I don't really know," said Bandit, "I guess I just kept going until I stopped, and here I was. What about you, though?"

"I was orphaned when I was six," she said. "I was put in a Foundling's home, but ran away. I did street magick and kept moving, between what was then two different countries. Then Aryn found me - I don't really know how - and took me to the Palace and trained me there, but then the new King came to the thrown. He fancied himself an Emporer - now Corlan and Traeloch, along with Kiyra and Sudence, are under his power. He took only those who wouldn't disagree with him - it was falling to ruin, all of it. I was seventeen and left before it got too bad." She shifted slightly, looking down, fingering the grass. "I wasn't sure Aryn would ever forgive me."

"Why here?"

Elaina laughed shortly. "I hitched a ride with a trader. This is where he dropped off his goods - and me."

They were quite a long moment, then Bandit asked, "Did she?"

"Did she what?"

"Forgive you."

Elaina looked down to the grass again. "I hadn't thought so."

"And you think differently, now?"

"I've heard she remembers well. And with the Emporer on his deathbed..." Elaina shook her head. "Things will unfold as they will."

"Would you go back?"

"I swore I never would."

"But would you?" Bandit said.

"Yes," Elaina said. "In the right circumstances, I would." She looked up at him. "Would you?"

"I swore I wouldn't either."

"So yes?"

"So yes," Bandit said, laughing softly. "If I could make it what it was - in a heart beat, I would. I'd run it, the whole damn country, that's what it took."

"You?" Elaina glanced up, laughing a bit, "Running a country?"

"Hey," said Bandit, "Stranger things have happened."

"Stranger things will happen, I'm sure," said Elaina. She squinted at the sun for a moment, then pushed herself to her feet.

"Ravan will be up soon and wondering where I am," she said.

Bandit nodded. "Good day, then."

"I'll see you soon, I'm sure," she grinned, "Seeing as you follow me."

"Or the other way around," said Bandit, returning the grin.

 

"Thank you very much," Elaina murmured as she took the footman's hand and stepped out of the carriage, "I will see you next week."

"Goodnight, Madam Descott," he said, bowing. Elaina watched him until the carriage had disappeared from view, only seconds down the path.

Sighing, she looked up into the sky. A new moon, tonight, she thought, turning back to the house, It only seems fitting.

"Good evening, Elaina," Bandit said quietly. Elaina turned to where the voice came from; she wouldn't have been able to see him, but his Ankh was glowing softly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Visiting, I suppose."

"You're not welcome," said Elaina.

"I know."

"Then why are you here?" said Elaina.

"I was out of line," said Bandit, "An I appoligize for it."

"Fine then," she said, turning back to the house, "Now go."

"Why?"

"I don't want you here. I don't need you here."

"Ela, listen..."

"No Bandit!" said Elaina, facing him, "I don't know why you're here or why you insist on talking to me, or why you ever talked to me after you got that damn bread you wanted from me. So stop playing, stop using me. Just go."

Bandit hesitated a moment, and then took a step closer to her. "You're alone here, Ela. You were lonely."

"What's your point?"

"You're no so different from me, then," he said quietly.

"What?"

"Away from your home," said he, "Trying to make somewhere else your new one. But you know as well as I do it isn't where you are, it's who you're with. We're both missing that person. Not to say we're it for each other, of course. Just to say -- to say I'd-- most people don't want to be alone. But I'm sorry," he turned and trotted away from her, glancing back, "I'll just go."

Elaina was silent for a long moment, watching Bandit trot away to the woods.

"Hey, Bandit?" she said finally, just before he was out of view.

He paused. "Yes?"

"How do you know what it's like?"

"I had to leave too, Ela," he said, "Those in power- it was dangerous. It wasn't like it was - it wasn't right. So I left."

"Could you change it?" she said.

"As much as you could, I suppose."

"I can," she said, "That's what they told me tonight. I can."

Bandit smiled. "Then maybe there's hope for me yet."

"But should I?"

"That's the question, really," Bandit said. "Perhaps.. for another time?"

Elaina nodded. "Yes. Another time."

"Goodnight, then, Ela."

"Goodnight, Bandit," she said. Only once the faint glow disappear into the woods did she turn back to the house.

 

 

Elaina leaned her head against the carriage's window frame, eyes searching for the Merrifolk house through the woods. Sighing, she closed them.

I hope I know what I'm doing. It's been a long time since I've done any of this. I swore so many years ago I'd never be entangled with Corlan again...

A sharp bumb forced her to sit up and open her eyes. She half smiled at the white house that was now in view. Two stories and front pillars and grand, but nothing compared to the granduer they left in Corlan. She smoothed back her hair, shifting in her seat.

The footman helped her from the carriage, and a tall, slightly rounded man in a dark vest and breeches stepped up.

"Madam Descott," he said, bowing deeply.

"Master Merrifolk," Elaina said, dropping a curtsy, "It has been too long."

"Too long indeed," he said, offering his arm, "But let us forget the rest of the formalities, Elaina."

"Oh, if we must," said Elaina, smiling taking his arm.

"You do look as well as ever, Elaina," he said, "I still say Alastair to be the luckiest man from Traeloch, to marry a girl so beautiful, and to keep it with age." He patted her hand on his arm, leading her through the high-ceilinged foyer.

"A charmer as always, Jarvis," said Elaina.

"Only a man humbled by a woman who gave up so much," said Jarvis. "But, here we are for dinner, so we shall keep our talk much lighter, hmm?" He escorted her to her seat, then disappeared through another door.

Elaina sat back in the chair, glancing around. In the time she'd been gone, the room had been changed a bit; the dark polished wooden floors and beams remained, as did the heavy green curtains. The table linens were near the same sort of green, though a shade lighter. She traced her eyes along the table - the wood also a shade lighter than the floor. Smiling, she noted the talon-like feet carved at the bottom. It always was Jarvis's style. Floors and ceilings, he said. She glanced up, eyes resting on the chandelier: it was dripping with hundreds of clear gems, with a few colored ones dispursed throughout, muting the irrodescent red candlelight. Good to know I'm not the only one using these false fires, still.. One of the heavy, carved doors at the far end of the hall creaked, and Elaina got to her feet.

A dark girl, dressed in scarlet silks like Elaina's, entered in another moment and dropped into a very low curtsy, her eyes on the floor in front of her.

"Madam Descott."

Elaina smiled and went over to the girl, offering her a hand up. "Anasilla, look at you! You've grown so much in two years' time."

Anasilla took her hand and stood back up, beaming. "Thank you, Mistress."

"No, Elaina, please," she said, going back to her seat.

"Then thank you, Elaina, and please, call me Silla," she said, taking her own seat.

"Very well then Silla."

"My mother will be down in a moment," Silla giggled, "You do know how she is."

"The same as any lady from Corlan," said Elaina, "Just perpetually running four minutes behind."

"Elaina!" Clara burst through the door, Jarvis trailing behind her. Clara curtsied, looking unsteady under her layers of silk and brocade, then rushed over and kissed Elaina's cheek. Laughing softly, Elaina did likewise.

"Oh you never age, Elaina," said Clara, taking her seat. "I'd swear you were immortal. Now, how have you been?"

"Far from immortal, my dear, but I am fairing just fine," said Elaina, "Not so interesting with my daughters gone, now."

"Where are they, now?" said Clara, leaning back as the servant placed a wine glass at her setting.

"Rowena is with Alastair, learning the trade. Only the gods will know where my eldest is." Elaina nodded to the servant and he filld her glass, also.

"She was never was so interested in this place, was she?"

"Or any place she's in more than a month, I think," said Elaina, taking a sip of wine.

"Not unlike her mother," said Jarvis.

"Don't be silly, Jarvis," said Clara, "She's been here near twenty years now!"

"That I have," said Elaina. The conversation stopped for a few moments as several servants emerged from the kitchen, placing as many plates of food out at the settings.

"It looks delicious," said Jarvis, immediately digging in.

"It is very good," said Elaina after a bite.

"Tell me, has Alastair been around lately?" said Clara, half looking up from her supper, "He must come to our Masquarade!"

"He was here not too long ago, with Rowena," said Elaina, "Though I'm unsure as to if he could make it. Always busy, where ever he is."

"Well, when we have a date, we'll send a Dragon off in search of him," said Clara, "And perhaps he and your daughters could attend."

"Perhaps," said Elaina, moving a bit of food to the other side of her plate, then looking back up. "How has your business faired, Jarvis? Well, it seems."

"Yes, very well," he said, "Better with each passing year. I should be able to retired soon, should I ever find one to take over for me." He eyed Anasilla.

"Which is the purpose of this Ball," said Anasilla, "Even if my parents like to pretend otherwise."

"Anasilla." Clara's eyes narrowed across the table.

"Well," said Elaina, "It will be a grand time, no matter the purpose."

"Yes," said Jarvis, "It will be."

"What did you have in mind for it, Silla?"

"Dinner, dancing," said Silla, grinning, "And masks for the entirety."

"Costumes?" said Elaina.

"Mm," said Silla, "Elaborate dress, more than costume."

"Either way," said Elaina, "Dress will need to be made, most likely, so invitations need to be out well in advance."

"That's true."

"And what sort of dinner did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, just yet..."

"That may need quite a lot of time, depending on what it is, and how many you invite," said Elaina.

"That does make sense."

"Where will you hold this?"

"Actually," said Clara, "We were considering holding it in Corlan."

Elaina raised her brow. "In Corlan?"

"Things have changed," said Jarvis. "The Emporer's health is failing, Elaina. They are looking towards Elbereth for the new Emporer."

"Aryn's brother?" said Elaina, putting her silverwear down.

"Yes," said Jarvis. "Alastair may have told you the University in Traeloch is losing professors already."

"He did," she said quietly.

"If things go how they seem to," said Jarvis, "We may be returning in a few years, yet. And if that is the case," he glanced at Anasilla, "It is wise to come back to good graces sooner than later."

"Of course," said Elaina, "Very wise indeed..."

"Elbereth remembers you, Elaina," said Clara, "Especially with Aryn in line become the Head Mage."

Elaina pressed a hand into the table to steady herself.

"Elaina, look how pale you are," said Clara, "I am sorry my husband has brought up such matters over our dinner." She shot him a glare. "Now, to discuss our Masquarade."

"Yes," Elaina said, taking her silverware back up. "Now, how many people do you plan to invite?"

Raising her eyebrows, Ravan looked Bandit over carefully.

"You're not facing me," she said, "Nor is it in my voice. How could you tell?"

"Quite simple, really," Bandit said, standing up, "Humans smell one way; Elves smell another. A combination of scents would lead to nothing short of a combination of species."

"It makes sense."

"What intrigues me," said Bandit, "Is how little you cared at my calling you a half-breed."

"It is unwise to let the truth insult you."

"Unwise, yes," said Bandit, "But the truth was not the insult; the insult is how it's used."

"That I am unfit for everything?" Ravan said, crossing her arms, "Not good enough to be a man, and certainly not good enough to be an elf?"

"Yes, that's the implication I was aiming for."

Ravan stared at him for a long moment. "What would you know of it?"

For a long moment, Bandit studied her hardened face. "What do I know of being driven from my home, told I was insufficent, told there would be others to do better than I?" he said, "What do I know of that? More than you could assume to know, my friend."

Ravan tilted her head, eyes flickering over Bandit. "My name is Ravan Kytha," she said quietly.

"Bandit," he said, nodding to her.

"You know Elaina, then?"

"Yes," said Bandit, "And I'll assume likewise."

"Of course," said Ravan, "I've know her for many years now. Since she first moved here, before she was married." She smiled, "She was nineteen and I was nine, living with my father. He died, and she took me in until my training began. She knew something of being an orphan."

"Both of you...?"

"My mother died in childbirth," said Ravan, "And my fathered died then. Both of hers were killed when she was five or six, I believe. I was lucky she took me - she went through many unpleasant places."

"She didn't move here with her husband, then?"

Ravan shook her head, "They left because of the controlling Emperor. Several families came here. As she tells it, his family took her in as lady in waiting for his sister - much closer to her age than he is - and then things fell to where they are. The rest of the family has since moved on, but his family's money granted them this house."

"She treats you as more of a friend than a daughter, it seems," said Bandit.

"I left with my master when I was nearly twelve," said Ravan, "And did not see her for ten years. Then our friendship grew. When did you meet her?"

"Only a few months ago," said Bandit. "Both of us for lack of other company, I think."

"Why don't you come in? I was just going to make supper."

"Thank you," Bandit said, hopping off the bench. Inside, he perched himself on the kitchen table. Ravan went to the cold chest, back turned as she stifled her laugh.

"What brought you to Sinlahekin?" she asked, spreading vegetables on the flat skillet.

"What brings anyone here," said Bandit, "It's somewhere else."

Ravan nodded, waiting, but Bandit said no more.

"It's odd," she said, "Elaina hasn't mentioned you."

"She's angry with me," said Bandit. "Actually, you should teach her some of that 'no anger at the truth' crap you were telling me, eariler."

Ravan eyed him. "What'd you say to her?"

"I asked why she's still with her husband."

"It isn't how things are in her country."

"She left her country because she didn't like how things were."

"Fine," said Ravan, "Then that aside - what are her alternatives?"

Bandit was silent a moment. "But would she leave if she had one worthwhile?"

"She is traditional woman, she is a devoted woman," Ravan said, "But she is not a stupid woman."

"Fair enough."

"So she isn't talking to you, then?"

"Not so much," said Bandit.

"She'll come around, she's just stubborn."

"I noticed, believe it or not."

Ravan laughed softly.

"Where is she tonight?" said Bandit.

"The Merrifolk residence, up the way," said Ravan, moving the cooked vegetables to a plate. "Planning a Masquarade Ball with Anasilla."

"A masquarade, eh?" Bandit said. "Fully masked?"

"Probably," said Ravan, taking a seat. Bandit hopped off the table as she did.

"I ought to be going, Ravan," he said, "But it's been a pleasure, we'll have to do it again sometime."

"Of course, Bandit," she said, standing.

"No, no, sit," said Bandit, "I'll show myself out. It isn't your house anyway, hmm? Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Bandit."

Ravan watched through the window until she saw him pass by.

"I wonder what he's up to," she said, then sighed and began her supper.

 

"Elaina, you are being ridiculous," said Ravan, eyeing Elaina where she stood at her clothes press, wearing only her corset, bustle, and petticoats.

"It's been ages since I've had to dress for supper!" said Elaina, pulled out yet another dress. "Especially for another family from Corlan!"

"Yes, they'll be impossible to impress," said Ravan, "Seeing as they want you to plan an enormous social occasion. HEY!" Ravan laughed, batting away the dress that came flying at her head, "It's only the truth!" She lied down on her stomach, retrieving the dress from the floor just in front of Elaina's bed. "You'll ruin your nice things."

"Yes, mother," said Elaina, pulling out a silvery-blue dress from the clothes press.

"Oh, try that one, Elaina."

Sighing, she pulled on the dress, holding the back closed. The dress fit like most of her everyday dresses: closely fitted through the bodice, slightly fuller at the skirt. However, this dress's tight sleeves ended with folds of lace, and was made of a silken material. She held the back closed and turned to Ravan.

"What do you think?"

"Perfect," said Ravan, getting up and beginning to fasten up the back, "You look as beautifull as ever, Elaina."

"Oh, you flatter me," said Elaina, lifting her hair out of the way.

"Don't be silly," said Ravan, "I'm not that elf in the marketplace, with his eyes for you."

"You could sway him for your own," said Elaina, keeping her head down to avoid Ravan seeing her flushed. "I'm married, you know."

"I am too!" said Ravan, finishing the top button.

"Yes," said Elaina, turning and grinning, "But I am to a man, not a cause."

"Not a cause," said Ravan, "But a diety."

"Silly me, thinking my husband could compare to your god," Elaina laughed, then turned to her mirror and studied herself. She opened a drawer and pulled out a rectangular deep blue shawl, pulled it tight across her shoulders, and pinned it with a brooch. She put on the black and silver amulet Alastair had given her so long ago, and a fine pair of sparkling earrings. Finally she went back to the clothes press and opened a drawer, pulling out a smaller piece of opaque fabric, and went to pinning it over her head.

"You still wear those awful veils up there?" said Ravan, watching her.

"I would be surprised," said Elaina, dropping her hands and studying the veil, "If those in Corlan will ever not wear these awful veils."

"Not in Traeloch, though?"

"No," said Elaina, "Never in Traeloch." Turning, she held out the skirts a bit and looked at Ravan. "How do I look?"

"Just as I said, beautiful enough for men to court, despite knowing you are married."

"Perhaps they forget," said Elaina, fussing with her necklace, "As my husband seems to."

"Elaina--"

A quick knock at the front door interrupted.

"They're here!" said Elaina, rushing downstairs. Ravan sighed and followed.

A richly clad footman stood waiting outside the door. "A carrage for Madam Descott," he said, gesturing as the door opened. Both women followed him down the front steps, and paused, kissing each other's cheek.

"Do be sure to help yourself for supper, Ravan."

"Of course, Elaina. Enjoy yourself," said Ravan, "And remember many ridiculous details for me!"

"I will!" said Elaina as the footman helped her into the carraige. "I'll see you tonight!"

Ravan waved, and watched the carriage around the bend. After another moment, she went around to the back of the house.Humming to herself, she gathered a few logs for the kitchen fire; when she stood, she noticed an animal sprawled out on Elaina's back bench.

"What an odd little creature," she murmured.

"Quite an insult, coming from a half-breed," said Bandit, not even standing up on the bench.

Elaina took a thick cloth from the counter and pulled the heavy arm out, swinging the cauldren out from over the fire. Humming to herself, she stirred it, churning over the vegetables in the broth, and then lifted a spoonful to taste.

"Nearly there," she murmured. After adding a pinch of dried herb, she swung the stew back over the fire. She glanced up at the knock at the door.

One day, Elaina thought, wiping her hands on her apron, I will teach her - Mystic or not - she can just come into this house without knocking.

"Come along," she said, ushering Ravan through the door, "And let me have your cloak."

Ravan slipped off her sack, made of the same material as the rough cloak she handed Elaina, and put it back on her shoulder once the cloak was hung. 

"You can put it upstairs, if you'd like," Elaina said, "I have you in the bedroom directly to your left when you go up the stairs. There's fresh water in the pitcher, if you'd like to clean up, a bit."

"I suppose I will dress for supper," Ravan said, grinning slightly.

"Oh, go on," Elaina laughed. "Supper will be ready in about fifteen minutes."

Ravan nodded and climbed the stairs, shutting the door behind her. She tossed the sack on the bed, and carefully pulled off her boots.

A real bed, she thought, flopping back on it a moment, The greatest luxury of them all. She let herself linger for a few minutes until she became too drowsy, then carefully removed her tunic and leggings. The pitcher and basin were the same blue-and-white as the rest of the room; there was a reddish haze around the pitcher that disappeared when Ravan poured it out. Relishing the warm water, she sponged herself clean, and then put her clothes back on and went downstairs.

"Is this better?" she said, turning around once for Elaina, trying to surpress a giggle.

"Oh, much," Elaina said, "I'm glad you've changed to your formal tunic for the evening." She shook her head, smiling broadly, "Now, take a seat, mm? What would you like to drink?"

"Oh, I can get it, Elaina," said Ravan.

"No, no, sit!" said Elaina, "For today you're a guest. For the rest of the time you stay, you can take care of yourself."

"Fair enough," said Ravan, and sat at the table.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you wish," said Elaina, putting down a mug in front of Ravan and another across from her.

"Thank you," said Ravan, "I may stay for a few days, at least."

"Excellent," said Elaina, this time placing a stoneware bowl and spoon in front of Ravan, then going back and retrieving another for herself.

"Now tell me," said Elaina, taking her seat across the table, "What on earth brings you up here this time of year?"

Ravan shook her head. "The idiocy of multitudes," she said.

Elaina laughed, coughed, and cleared her throat. "Really."

"I am called North to J'fyn for one of our Mystic gatherings we have every so often," said Ravan, "Yet it is not a gathering at large - a private one, as only Rivalla, Lilly, Baedann, Vanig, and myself."

"They are among the most respected, also, are they not?" said Elaina as Ravan paused for a spoonful of soup.

"They are," said Ravan. "They want to form a High Council, five members in J'fyn perminently, to oversee all the other Mystics. To assure adherence to the codes, and proper training."

"That would be hard from one location."

"Yes," said Ravan. "But the idea is not horrid - we are scattered - but the plan they've unfolded his heavily flawed. To gather the rest and announce our newfound power. Power, one thing a Mystic should not seek to aquire. It wouldn't go over so well. Greed, power - these lead to resent, uprising, anger, hate. Things we should seek to avoid." Ravan shook her head. "Gathering all, suggesting to centralize, plan with us all, or most, that is the way. And to scatter these leaders, not condense them."

Elaina nodded, "And you're to go talk sense to them, then?"

Laughing, Ravan said, "Or at least try. Lilly and Baedann have always had their eyes on something more, I fear."

"If you want a life of something more," said Elaina, "Why would you chose a life of one tunic, one cloak, and the will of the gods?"

"I don't know, Elaina."

"It seems ridiculous," said Elaina, putting her spoon in her empty bowl.

"It is," said Ravan. "To make matters worse, Rivella has grand ideas of what she calls 'reforms.' Allowing propery, land, partners or marriages, more children than the single Beltaine-born."

"Which seems to defeat everything else Baedann has not yet defeated."

"Yes."

"So," said Elaina, sipping from her mug, "They don't like everything central to their chosen lifestyle, therefore seek to change it?"

"It seems."

"Hmm." Elaina absently watched Ravan takign a few more mouthfuls of stew.

"How old are they, Ravan?" said asked suddenly.

Ravan thought for a moment. "Lilly and Vanig must be near forty. Rivalla is still but in her early twenties; I suspect Baedann is near my own age."

"Middle ground for you, then," said Elaina. "Perhaps, if Baedann saw your point, the two of you could comprimise with the others."

"It would be ideal," said Ravan.

"As I recall," said Elaina, smirking, "Baedann is quite handsome."

"Elaina!"

"Perhaps a bit of Beltaine pursuasion--"

"Beltaine," said Ravan, crossing her arms, "Is yet nine months away!"

"And since when do Mystics do anything quickly?"

"Really, Elaina," Ravan said, staring down at where she was stirring the last bit of stew in her bowl.

"Oh, come on, I was teasing," said Elaina, "I know you can pursued them without any.. special favors."

"Mm, thanks for the vote of confience," said Ravan, looking up, her mouth wry to avoid a grin.

"Any time, my friend," said Elaina, "Any time."

Elaina sighed, shifting the bread to her other hand. The eastern sky was blue, now, and the sun was just about the tops of the trees; the heat would begin in ernest, soon.

"Damn the heat," murmured Elaina, "Though it ought to be done in a few weeks."

All but the hardiest wildflowers had melted into seeds, by now, and the trees were taking on that dull green of late summer. And soon everything will be brown and dying, Elaina thought, then a smiled crossed her lips. Though if rumors provide true, you will have a ball to help with. It's been so long, it should be a grand time.

As her house came into view around the trees, something on her front railing caught her eye. What is that, a cat? No, it can't be.. She sped up her pace a bit and grinned when the creature came into focus.

A perfectly miniture dragon was perched on the railing, clutching a rolled parchment between his forepaws. His tiny nails had crumpled it a bit, but the brown hands were careful. When he saw Elaina coming, the soft spikes on his head rose up, and his large, translucent wings flapped a bit.

"Well, hello," Elaina said, taking the parchment that was offered to her, "I haven't seen a Messanger Dragon in ages." The glint of gold around the dragon's neck caught her eye; she looked more closely to see a shield, swords, and barley arranged, with the word Merrifolk scrawled across the bottom. "Word does travel quickly, doesn't it?" she said, laughing softly, running her finger under the sealing wax and opening the letter.

Dear Madam Descott,
I hope this letter finds you well. As you are aware, my daughter Anasilla is approaching her eighteenth year. She has suggested a Masquarade Ball as a celebration, which I feel is a fine idea; however, she has also suggested she plan and arrange this primarily by herself. I agree; it is time she learn to hostess such formal events. However, as we also intend in extending invitations to a few families in Corlan, you can imagine a mother's nerves at letting such a young girl plan such an event. Of course, she will hear nothing but the slightest help from her mother - but, perhaps, an influencial mage with a kind heart from Corlan may help.
I do understand if you are unwilling or unable, but I did consider you may enjoy a bit of Renaissance from our old home. Even if you would prefer not, it is long past time for a visit. I shall send a carriage to fetch you, simply send Craleon back with a time and date suited for you.
Warmest Reguards,
Clara Merrifolk

Elaina laughed softly. "I don't know how we get such spirited daughters, Craleon," she said to the dragon, "Perhaps because we moved away from Corlan before they were born. I'll be back in a moment with a reply."

After stuggling a bit to unlock the door, Elaina dropped her food on the hall table and went upstairs to the bedroom she kept as a study. She opened the front of her desk, quickly going through her drawers until she'd found suitable parchment and inks.

My dearest Clara,
I would be more than happy to help your daughter and yourself with the Masquarade. If it suits you, I will meet you both for supper the day after next, after which we can begin a bit of planning. I look forward to it.
Warmest,
Elaina Descott

Elaina sprinkled salts over the inks, letting them dry, then carefully folded the paper. She opened a side drawer and frowned. Where did I put that sealing wax... After going through several more drawers, she suddenly spun on her heels and opened a top dresser drawer.

"There we are," said she, pulling out a rectangle of wax and a wooden press. Leaning over the letter, she lit the wax, letting a few dark blue drops fall, then pressed into it, leaving an elaborate letter E recessed in the wax.

Outside, Craleon was still standing at attention. "Here you go," said Elaina, giving the letter to the small dragon. "Thank you, deliever this back to home."

The dragon dipped his small head in a half-bow, then unfurled his wings and was soon out of sight to the north. Once he had disappeared, Elaina turned back into the house, gathered her groceries off the front table, and made her way back to the kitchen.

Planning a masquarade, hmm? She though, pulling the cold chest out from the corner, carefully laying the foods in it. That ought to be more fun than I have seen in many years.

 

Fiona took the list from Elaina, glancing it over. "We have all of this," said Fiona, "Except the bread won't be done for another fifteen minutes, yet. Should I bring it by later?"

"No," said Elaina, "That isn't long, I'll wait for it."

"Alright, let me go get the rest," she said.

"No, don't be silly, get it all at once," said Elaina." You could spare talking to an old woman a few minutes, hmm?"

"Old!" Fiona giggled, "You aren't old, Elaina."

"Oh?" said Elaina, "I remember you before you were walking. How old are you now?"

"I'll be twenty in the winter," said Fiona.

"I have daughters only a bit younger than you," said Elaina, "And I was younger than you when I was wed." Elaina smiled faintly as color rose to Fiona's cheeks. "Does your father have plans for you?"

Fiona shook her head. "Only faint ones," said she, "And threats of moving someplace 'proper' for me to find a husband."

"Ah, but your father always had his own ideas of what was proper."

"He doesn't want me to marry a farmer," Fiona said, "He thinks I ought to marry Christian Merrifolk," she laughed for a moment, "Or even old man Merrifolk, himself, for all he cares!"

"Yes," said Elaina, "Or anyone else who could give you the Merrifolk name?"

"And their fortune," Fiona added.

"Christian is a kind soul, Fiona," said Elaina, "And only, what, two years older than you are?"

"He's nothing particular." Fiona paused and tilted her head, studying Elaina. "Do you know them?"

Elaina nodded. "We came from the same place, and left for the same reasons. You form a kinship with whomever is from your home. Jarvis Merrifolk and my husband have known each other since childhood." Elaina smiled, "But you have eyes for another, I'm sure."

Fiona blushed, her fair skin turning a deep pink. "Well..."

"Oh, come along," Elaina said, "You can tell me."

"Luca."

"Luca! The VanKnell's hired boy?"

Fiona nodded.

"Oh, Gods," said Elaina, laughing, "May they help the girl who marries that rogue!"

"Perhaps he is, a bit," said Fiona, "But he's kinda, too, Elaina! He helps my father with his horses, or gardens, or his vegetables, sometimes."

Elaina eyed Fiona carefully. "He doesn't help your father with his daughter, does he?"

Fiona's pink cheeks turned dark red. "No, Elaina, never. He wouldn't."

"Good girl," said Elaina softly. "I didn't think so, but be careful, mm? Young men have few intentions for young girls."

"I do know," Fiona murmured.

"Is he good with the horses?" said Elaina.

"Oh yes," said Fiona, "He's gentle, but he's also firm with the stallions who need it."

"Good," said Elaina, "Has your father any idea of your interest?"

"No," Fiona said, "He'd hate the idea of me marrying--"

"An honest, hard working man," said Elaina, "A man like him?"

Fiona smiled faintly. "Yes, that's it."

"Perhaps he'll come around yet. Now, I think that bread will be done by the time you get back to the house?"

"Oh!" Fiona rushed through the door, through the back room of the stand, and in a moment was rushing up the hill to her house.

Elaina laughed softly, and turned around to lean against the counter. The rain was coming in steady sheets, but the skies only a bit further east were already clearing. The open area was completely deserted by now, save one tall figure wrapped in a rough brown cloak.

What is a Mystic doing here this time of year? Elaina thought, squinting at the figure. They usually come through here much earlier in the summer. A gust of wind shot through, peeling the sopping hood from the figure's head. Black hair spun around in the wind before she managed to grab the hood and pull it back on. Elaina smiled.

"Ravan!" Elaina called, waving, "Ravan!"

The brown cloaked figure turned in Elaina's direction, taking a moment before she saw her and hurried in her direction.

"Elaina!" Ravan said, pushing her hood back again once she was under the stand's cover. She forced her black hair back from her face, and then embraced Elaina. "How are you, my friend? You look well."

"Thank you, Ravan," said Elaina, returning the embrace, "As do you, save for you're soaked!"

Ravan laughed, "It is a bit rainy out, really."

"I can well see," said Elaina. "What has brought you to Sinlahekin this time of year?"

Ravan waved a hand, "It is a very long story, Elaina," she said. "I will tell you another time."

Elaina nodded, studying Ravan. Her eyes were as bright and green as ever, but looked tired; fine lines had found their way to her still rather young face. "Are you staying long?"

"A few days, perhaps."

"Then you shall stay with me," said Elaina.

"Oh, Elaina, really--"

"I won't hear it," said Elaina, "I've an empty house that wants for company."

"If you insist."

"And I do."

"Well," said Ravan, looking out into the clearing. "Now the rain stops, of course," she laughed. "I've someone to find, still, but I will be by."

"I'm going home as soon as I've my groceries," said Elaina, "I'll have a dinner, ready."

"Elaina, you don't--"

Elaina raised her brow.

"Alright," Ravan laughed, holding up her hands, "Dinner, if you insist. I will meet you back there soon."

"Goodbye, Ravan, I'll see you tonight."

"Good afternoon," Ravan said, bowed slightly, and turned out into the clearing.

Elaina watched until Ravan had disappeared into the woods. The life of a Mystic is trying, but she has aged greatly in the last year. I wonder what troubles have fallen her, and why they send her so far north while winter nears...

The door creaked and Elaina turned around. Fiona was trying to balance a paper-wrapped loaf long enough to finish tieing the string, while a basket of vegetables hung from her arm. She failed at tieing until the bread was sitting on the counter anyway.

"Here you are," said Fiona, "Everything, including still-hot bread."

"Thank you, my dear," said Elaina, counting a few coins from her purse, and handing them to Fiona. "I'm sure I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, Elaina, thank you," Fiona said, dropping a slight curtsy, then disappearing into the back room.

Elaina searched the market place, trying to recall what else she needed to buy. When her eyes landed on Valan, she smiled and made her way over.

"Good day, Valan," she said.

The elf turned around. He stood nearly a foot taller than she did; his blue-black hair was streamed with silver, and his blue-black eyes smiled down at her.

"Elaina," he said, and kissed her hand, "It has been too long."

"You flatter me, Valan," she said, laughing softly.

"Hardly," said he. "What can I get for my lovely lady?"

"Two pounds of whatever is freshest," said she.

"Right away," said he, stepping back behind the table, taking up two handfuls of meat, weighing it carefully. "Have you heard the news from the Merrifolk?"

"News?" said Elaina, "No, not of late."

"I'm surprised," said Valan, "Since the rumor has you are involved."

"Really, now."

"They're planning an Autumn Ball, this year," Valan put the meat into paper, carefully wrapping it. "Madam Merrifolk was looking for your input to make it as proper as possible."

"An Autumn Ball? Will there be no Spring Ball, then?"

Valan shook his head. "It sounds like they'd like to have both. Have you not heard from them?"

Elaina shook her head, this time.

"Then," Valan said, handing her her meat, "I would except you will soon."

"I would suspect," said she, taking it and dropping two coins in his hand in return.

"Any word from your husband as of late?" Valan said casually.

"He was down a fortnight ago," said Elaina.

"Will he be returning soon?"

Elaina shook her head. "I doubt it."

"Well," Valan said, bowing deeply, "If you need an escort to the ball, I would be honored."

Elaina blinked at him a moment, then caught herself. "Ah, yes," she said, "Thank you for your kind offer, Valan."

The elf nodded. "Of course."

"Good day, then," she said.

"Goodbye, Elaina," Valan murmured.

As she left, she could feel his eyes on her. If Madam Merrifolk is looking for this to be a proper ball, she thought, walking quickly away, Having another man - an elf at that! - escort me would not please her at all. That will be fine enough excuse.

 

Bandit trotted through the market place, weaving around those trying to avoid him, snarking at those he narrowly dodged. The air carried the musty threat of rain; everyone was hurrying. Bandit even gave in and galloped the last few steps to the stand, then lept up onto the counter.

"Hello, gorgeous," he said, lying down and crossing his front paws.

Fiona looked at him and grinned, then turned back to her customer. She exchanged a few coins and a few words before turning back to Bandit.

"Now," she said, crossing her arms but unable to keep from smiling, "Do you really expect a few hand outs every time you call me gorgeous?"

"Well, no," Bandit said, "Just every other time." He grinned.

Fiona laughed. "Oh really," said she, "Tell me what you've been up to, I haven't seen you in a few days."

"Oh, the usual," said Bandit, stretching out his hind legs behind him, "Tormenting small woodland creatures and shamelessly flirting with innocent humanoid girls."

"Oh you!" said Fiona, laughing again, "So much trouble. What'd you want?"

"Whatever you've got for me, gorgeous," said Bandit.

"I'll see what I can do," said Fiona, and then went into the back room, giggling.

Bandit shook his head, chuckling, then looked out into the market. The rain had begun, and the clearing was deserted, save a few scurrying hooded figures. He watched absently as they all sought shelter.

"The gods damn this rain," Elaina muttered, throwing the hood off her head.

"Well, hello," said Bandit, looking up at her, "That cloak is a very nice shade of blue."

Elaina blinked down at him, waist-level on the counter.

"Thank you," she said, watching the back door.

Bandit eyed her. "Lovely weather we're having."

"I prefer it dry," she said without looking down.

"It is a good blue," said Bandit, "Night sky, or something equally pseudo-poetic?"

"Dark blue."

"Ahh," he said, "Straightforward."

"Mmm," she replied through tight lips.

"Here you go, Bandit," Fiona said, emerging through the back door. "There's-- oh, Elaina! Good to see you!" She put down the small wrapped parcel in front of Bandit, geturing to him. "This is --"

"Bandit," said Elaina. "We've met."

"Oh!" Fiona said, smiling, "Good, you're friends."

"I'd hope so," Bandit said, standing up. "Thank you very much, Fiona. Goodbye, both of you." He picked up the wrapping strings in his teeth and hopped from the table, trotting off.

"It's he darling, Elaina?" Fiona giggled again. "If only he was a human!"

"Mm, yes, if only," said Elaina, and pulled a small list from the folds of her sleeve. "Now, let's get this list filled before it begins to rain even harder."

 

 

 

 

Elaina spun back into the house and went back to chopping the vegetables, listening to the slam of the knife against the wooden board.

"God damn fucking dog doesn't have the first idea what he's fucking talking about," she muttered under her breath, "Ought to keep that fucking mouth of his shut, saying I don't love Alastair, of course I do, I fucking have to love my husband."

Elaina stopped slicing and stared down at the counter. I have to love him.

"Mum?"

Elaina jumped, nearly dropping the knife.

"Gods, Rowena," she said, quickly going back to cutting, "Jsut sneak in." She paused. "How long have you been there?"

"Oh, I just... ahh, walked in," Rowena said, glancing down. "Where's dad?"

"We couldn't find you," said Elaina softly, "So he just left, he said you'd be able to find him."

Rowena nodded. "He was angry, then?"

"A little." Elaina stopped and looked up, "Is he often angry with you?"

"No," said Rowena, shaking her head, "He's almost never angry." She looked up, meeting her mother's eye, her own eyes softly narrowing, a quizzical line pressing between her brow. "He's different, here."

"Well," said Elaina, laughing lightly, "It isn't business here."

Rowena said nothing for a long moment. "Are you happier when he's here?"

"Of course!" Elaina said forcefully, "He's my husband, Rowena, the father of my children."

Rowena's eyes swept over Elaina's face, and then she nodded. "I ought to catch up with him."

Elaina nodded, also.

"Tell Bandit I said goodbye, also," said Rowena.

"Bandit?" said Elaina, eyeing Rowena, "How long did you talk to him for?"

"Awhile, actually. He's really very interesting."

"He's a dog," said Elaina.

"Oh please, Mum," Rowena said, "I know he isn't just a dog to you."

"What else is he?"

"A friend, perhaps?"

"Doubtfully," Elaina said.

Rowena eyed her. "Doubtfully."

"What were you talking to him about, anyway?"

Rowena shrugged. "Various things."

"Such as...?"

"Insightful things," Rowena grinned. "Ask him sometime. I need to catch up with dad."

"Rowena!"

"Goodbye," Rowena said, hugging her, "I'll send along a letter and coffee in a bit."

"Alright," said Elaina, hugging her back, "Please do. Come back soon."

Rowena nodded. "I will. Goodbye."

Elaina watched the spot Rowena had disappeared from for a moment, and then turned to look out the window.

"Insightful?" she murmured, "Damn you, dog. You know just how to win."

"That girl is never around when you want her," Alastair said, pausing to look out the window, then resumed pacing.

Elaina leaned on the doorframe and crossed her arms. Seems to run in the family, then.

"She said she'd be back be dinner time, Alastair," she said.

"It's six thirty now!"

We never ate until seven. Elaina shifted her weight, still watching her husband pace.

"If you can't wait, go along," she said, "I'll tell her where to find you."

"This isn't about waiting," he said, stopping in front of her. She only came up to his shoulders. "This is about responsibility. She knew we were leaving. You should have taught her better that to go running off when she knew we were going tonight!"

Elaina dropped her head. "Of course, Alastair," she murmured. He sighed shortly and went back to looking out the window. Elaina glanced up briefly, narrowing her eyes, and then looked back to the floorboards.

"Would you like something to eat before you go?" she said, "I could put something together--"

"No. Thank you."

Elaina nodded shortly. She glanced into the kitchen, back to Alastair, then into the kitchen again, shuffling one foot along the groud.

"Nevermind this!" Alastair said. "She has enough magick to find me." He took Elaina by the arm and quickly pressed his mouth to hers. "I'll be back in another six months, or a year. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," she said quietly. After he disappeared, she went into the kitchen, absently rubbing her arm.

Over at the chest, she pushed the mist off of it, and pulled a few various vegetables from it. She dropped them on the counter and began chopping them into thick slices.

"Oh!" she said, dropping the knife on the table, and then turned and pushed through the half-door, and kept going towards her woods.

"There you go, walking with purpose again."

Elaina spun on her heels to see Bandit stretched out on an old wooden bench near her house.

"What are you doing here?" she said.

"Tresspassing, loitering," he said, raising his hind end, stretching deeply, and then standing the rest of the way, "All of that good stuff."

"Damn right you are."

"Your daughter is more charming that you are," he said, "Or, she keeps her temper better."

"What? When did you see Rowena?"

"Hour ago?"

"Where is she?" she said.

Bandit tilted his head. "Isn't she inside?"

Elaina looked up at her house; there was a candle burning in Rowena's bedroom window.

"Gods damn it," she murmured.

"Looking for her, I take it?" he said.

"Her father was."

"Ah. Was?"

"He left," Elaina said, sitting down on the bench.

"For good?"

"For now, anyway," she said.

"So, you'll be in a better mood," Bandit said, lying back down. Elaina narrowed her eyes as she looked down at him. "Geez, sorry," he said. "But I'll take that as a yes."

"It just is difficult, sometimes," she said.

"Why don't you leave him?"

Elaina turned her head and looked down at the dog next to her. His ears were up, his forehead wrinkled, and eyes intent.

"You're serious," she said, licking her lips.

He nodded.

"I can't leave him," she said.

"Why not?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are."

"Just tell me why you can't leave him," Bandit said, sitting up.

"He's my husband."

"Not good enough."

"I can't leave him!" she said, standing up.

"Well why not?

"You're fucking ridiculous, Bandit! This isn't your business," she said, "Get out of here!"

"You want to know what's ridiculous?" he said, "You couldn't even lie and say you loved him."

"GET OUT!"

Elaina watched as Bandit jumped to the ground and trotted off to the woods. It wasn't until he had disappeared she allowed herself to unclench her shaking fists and wipe her eyes.

Just after the sun dipped below the tree line, Bandit sighed and got to his feet.

"You know," he said to himself as he began through the woods, "Just like you to get caught up by a pretty face. Even better," he ducked under a high, unearthed root, squeezing himself through the knots, "She's m---"

"Not that any of it matters," a voice said from above him, "Since you're a dog."

Bandit looked up. Another Basenji stood over him; very much like himself, but a bit blockier. His coat had less white, and the reddish color had black stripes over it. Instead of an Ankh, a stone carved beetle hung around his neck.

"Well, that's a given, Mchawi," Bandit said.

The other Basenji lept down to Bandit's level, landing as gracefully as a cat. "You always were a womanizer, you know, Mkora."

"Hah!" Bandit eyed him, "You'd know, too."

Mchawi grinned. "Well, of course."

Bandit ducked into the roots, crawling through a small opening and into a den nearly below the tree; Mchawi followed.

"Why'd you tell her your name was Bandit?"

"It's easier to say than Mkora."

"Seriously."

Bandit shrugged.

"She's as foreign as you are," Mchawi said.

"And we both intend on staying here."

"We can get Alnika back, Mkora," Mchawi said, "You know we can."

"I don't want it back," Bandit said, "Not from them."

"Bullshit," Mchawi said, standing back up, "Zamani would say the same."

Bandit shrugged.

"It's still about her!"

Bandit let out a low grumbling snarl, curling back his lips over his teeth.

Mchawi sat back down and sighed. "Don't you want your revenge, Mkora?"

"What good is it?" Bandit said.

Mchawi was silent for a long moment, his amber eyes watching Bandit.

"Then you can get on, Bandit. The prophecies--"

"Damn the prophecies!"

"--the prophecies say there is so much, and so much good for you, for all of us."

"Why are you here, Mchawi?" Bandit said, "Why are you really here?"

Mchawi sighed again. "Their leader is weakening. The turning point between leaders is when we need to attack. Zamani and I can't do this alone."

"You can."

"Do you remember how it was, Mkora?" Mchawi said, a growl catching in his throat, "Do you even remember? Before the fire and blood and ruins?"

"Of course I do!" Bandit was on his feet now, too, returning the snarl, "I helped build it with you."

"We can do it again. We can make it like that again. But we need to begin to move. And we need you."

Bandit was quiet a long moment.

"Please, Mkora. Help us build it again," Mchawi said softly.

Bandit looked up at the ceiling, then levelly at Mchawi. "How long do we have?"

"Two months. More, or less. It's hard to say."

Bandit nodded. "Then come get me when you need me."

Mchawi grinned, his tail flipping over his back, "That's the Mkora I know."

"Yah, yah."

"Now," Mchawi said, "What about this girl, eh?"

"Hardly a girl."

"A woman, then. Elaina, is her name? She's quite pretty, you know," Mchawi said, smirking, "I'm glad your tastes haven't wavered."

"I'm a dog, as you pointed out," Bandit snapped.

"Yes, but--"

"Don't you have a revolution to plan?" Bandit said.

"Fine, welcome overstayed," Mchawi said, "I see how it is. I'll be back for you, Mkora."

"Unfortunately, I have no doubts."

Mchawi grinned and disappeared.

Damn it, why did I stay so long? Elaina lifted her skirts to move more quickly through the woods. Alastair will be questioning as always.

When she reached the clearing her house sat in, she stopped to catch her breath. It is nearly lunch time, now. Perhaps he'll forget his questions for a meal. She smoothed her skirt and went inside.

Alastair was in their bedroom, reading a book in one of the well lit chairs. He glanced up when she came in, and nodded to her, but said nothing. After studying him a moment, she went into the small ajoining washroom. She pumped some clean water into the basin, and splashed the cold water on her face. Years ago she had made several bars of soap from milk and honey and plant parts; she remembered this thin bar was one of the last left. I'll have to make more sometime. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Most of those plants only grow in Traeloch, though... She rinsed her face again and went back out, picking up some sewing, and then sat down in the chair opposite Alastair.

"Where'd you run off to?" he said, not looking up from his book.

"Just out for air," she said, not looking up either.

"You don't want to go back to Traeloch."

"It doesn't matter, Alastair," she said. Her hands had stopped, but she continued staring down.

"I thought that teaching position might appeal to you."

"It's intrigueing."

"I'd rather not return to Traeloch, either," he said.

"Then we'll stay," she said.

"Well," he looked up, "Elaina, if Rowena continues to do as well as she has, and marries soon enough, I'll be retiring and letting the business to her husband and her. Perhaps in very few years, I will be ready to stay somewhere."

Elaina finally looked up, studying him. "Here?"

"No," he said, shaking his head, "I thought Traeloch, but if you're not interested either - there is a country far southwest in the world. It's quieter, more rural than here. I liked it."

"I've no ties to anyone but you, Alastair," Elaina said, "So I will go where you do."

He nodded and went back to his book; she dropped her head back to the sewing.

More quiet and rural than this place? I'll go mad, I'll go mad with no one and nothing but him and my housework... Her eyes blurred on the uneven row of stitches. I have more here, house work and Fiona and Bandit and to see him so rarely. She clenched her eyes and jaw. What is wrong with you, you'd rather see a dog you barely know than your husband? What part of your background has gone from you forever? Why are you drawn to this place you are so miserable, why are you drawn to Traeloch you would rather walk out of in uncertainty than stay?Who are you to talk back to your husband, to question him, even if no aloud? Who are you to assume yourself anything but a merchant's wife? All else was left behind on that road.

She ripped out the row of stitches, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. What have you become?

"That thing is magick?" Elaina asked, picking her way through the forest to follow him.

"Well, it works with mine, anyway," he said.

"How?"

He shrugged. "Just does."

How does this dumb dog shrug, and grin, and act so.. human? She studied him as she followed him. He wasn't large at all - his shoulders perhaps to her knee. His coat was very short, close to his body, mostly an odd red color she recognized but couldn't quite place, with white up his legs, chest, neck, and a splash on his muzzle. Even though he was very lean, muscles stood out at his shoulders and thighs. Nearly everything about him was angular, elegant, she decided. Except his tail - it laid curled off to the side, except when ducking under something very low, it would relax as to not get stuck. He seemed full of these little tricks to get through the forest more easily. But his face was so animated, he couldn't just be a dog. Maybe it's his magick.

Bandit stopped and looked back at her, and she looked up. In front of them was a small lake, perfectly smooth, a few water lillies floating in it. It mirrored the masses of tall trees around it like any proper looking-glass.

"This is beautiful, Bandit," she said.

"And you said you knew your property."

"I do!"

"Please!" he said, "You didn't know this was back here."

"I'd... forgotten."

"Forgotten? Sure," he said, "We all forget things from past lives."

"From this life, thank you!"

"Hmm." He looked out over the water for a long moment. Elaina tilted her head a bit, watching him. The irises in his eyes started to change, she thought. Looking closer, she noticed they were changing color, a red blowing into them like smoke. She shifted her weight to her back foot, half sliding the other one behind her. Red eyes?

"AAHCK!" Elaina screeched, looking down at her soaked dress. "What the hell?" She looked over to Bandit, who sat grinning, eyes amber once again.

"YOU!"

"Who, me?" Bandit said, his tail flipping back and forth over his back.

Elaina spun on her heels to the lake, hands out at her sides, and then slowly brought them up and together. As she did, a funnel of water rose from the lake, higher with her hands. Then she turned and threw her hands toward Bandit: the water obeyed. The dog jumped out of the way just in time.

"Damn you!" Elaina said, already drawing up another water funnel.

When she glanced over, she saw Bandit's eyes turning red again. That's really creepy... Then she looked over and saw a water funnel forming in front of him, laced with a red shimmer that matched his eyes.

"Ack!" She quickly threw her funnel at him, and he at her; they both were sprayed with water but managed to avoiding being soaked.

"Hey!"

"Hey what?" he said.

"Stand still!" She threw another funnel at him, and he jumped sideways to avoid it.

"Why would I do that?" he called back, sending a funnel reeling towards her, "Then I'd be wet like you!"

"NO!" She jumped to the side, too, but could only avoid about half the water. She quickled turned all of her attention to the lake, very carefully drawing up an enormous funnel. This time, instead of throwing it, she held her hands slightly apart in front of her and guided it towards him.

"Hey, nonono," he said, backing off, "Aiming is cheating!"

"It's more like using skills wisely," she said. This time when Bandit jumped out of the way at the last moment, the funnel followed and soaked him.

"There!" Elaina said, laughing, "I finally---" Another huge dousing of water covered Elaina, and she coughed as some entered her mouth.

"That came from behind!" she said, "That is cheating!"

Bandit shook himself off, water flying from his coat like rain. "No," he said, "that is using skills wisely."

Elaina looked at him, still dripping from his ears, and down at her dress, heavy with water, and just laughed. After a long moment, she sat against a large rock to catch her breath. Bandit trotted over to her.

"So, you can still do that, eh?" he said and sat down across from her. He began licking the dirt off his feet.

"Magick?" she said, "Of course."

"No," he said, "I meant laugh so hard."

She eyed him.

"Oh come on," he said, "You know it's been awhile. It has for me, too."

"Mmm." She watched him, absently, and noticed his eyes were amber again. They must change when he does magick. He was now licking his feet, and then rubbing his head, like a cat. His water funnels shimmered - only Aryn's did that. He must have a lot of magick, whatever it is.

She squinted, letting her vision blur a bit at him, letting the physical sense of him slide away, his magick coming into view... suddenly a shock went through her, bringing her back to reality.

"Now now," Bandit said, "I said you could ask about the magick. No cheating."

"You did that?"

"Well, it does it itself."

"What do you mean, it did it itself?"

"It's odd magick," he said. "It isn't like what you have - it's almost got a mind of its own, though it is very powerful. Nothing without its price, I suppose."

"I still don't quite understand."

"It's complicated. It just... so many things change it. I can draw such power from it. But then," he said, shifting a bit, "it does take its revenge."

"It's just magick, Bandit."

"Zindiko, actually."

"Zindiko?" Elaina said the foreign word slowly.

"Yes."

Elaina nodded, quiet for a moment.

"Now can I ask you something?" Bandit said. Elaina nodded.

"Why were you leaving the house?"

She sighed. "My husband was home, and so rarely is anymore - it gets harder, I suppose."

Bandit nodded.

"I ought to get back, actually," she said, pushing herself to her feet.

"G'bye, Ela," he said.

 "Goodbye, Bandit. I'll see you again soon, I suspect."

"Probably," he said, "Whether you'd like it or not."

Elaina smiled faintly, and turned into the woods. Bandit watched her until she disappeared, and then went back and lied down by the edge of the lake, looking down at his reflection.