Happiness, Serenity, Magic, Music
We stepped inside, unloading our personal bags and looked around. Alisson gave a little giggle as she started pointing at the furnishings. Everything in the lounge was already in place when we got there, the shipping people had really gone above and beyond.
I moved throughout the main room, touching everything and settling on each piece of furniture. I set up my tools on one of the tables, only to move on to the bar and pour a glass of water. Everything was in its place. Everything was mine. Everything was perfect.
The smell of incense and fish stew filled the room of the lodge, soft thrums of the guitar strings joining it. The air was cool, the atmosphere completely relaxed. I smiled, laying back from my perch on the edge of the bed and reached for one of Adokul’s hands. He smiled back and set the guitar aside to pull me into his lap.
For once, I think we’re the good guys, we can finally relax and be real and I like that. I like it a lot.
I shuddered as I felt the spark warm up the ink. Andorlien’s father knew what he was doing, that was no secret, not after what I saw with Fetharian. There was more than just art at work and now, I was experiencing it for myself. I looked down and watched the fresh black ink on my wrist pulse with life beneath the skin.
"You’re sure it’s safe?"
I hadn’t even felt that familiar draw we all know too well, with magic. The weathered elf told me it was because it was indirect contact, he was putting magic into the glyph, not me directly, and for that reason it would always be safe. I felt a small thrill at the idea of being able to wield magic like my peers, in this indirect way, without getting dragged under by it.
The small rune on my wrist was the first of many.
The soft hum in my ear matched the slow, steady beat of the drums and the female troll’s singing. I listened closely to the words, having some idea of the language to pick some of it up. While my ears and eyes were on her, my hands and hips were matched up with the elven form pressed to my back.
"How often do you have these kinds of story-telling dance parties?" I whispered to Velivathus.
His rough voice rumbled a soft chuckle into my ear, the warm breath in the cool air making me shiver a bit as we swayed together to the beat.
"On the isle, often. It’s a place that supports expression, you know and we all share a very close bond. No one is shy to dance and sing and tell stories together. We’ve all been through the Bone Trials, we’re all Dancers to the bone, no matter race or status there. Everyone is important," he explained, his strained voice dragging over a few syllables as he spoke quietly.
"It sounds like a wonderful place, Velivathus. I never get tired of hearing stories about it," I whispered back, squeezing his hands and pressing his palms tighter against my thighs as we danced.
"You know you could be a part of it, Chaszmyre. Just say the word, and I can whisk you away to train you for your trials into the Skulldance Clan. You could be one of us. Then this," he took both of my hands, bringing them up and then hugged them against my chest.
"This could be real, this could be forever. You know the future between us is limited, if you remain separate," he added, pressing a kiss to my ear.
"I know," I whispered back, but said no more. My attention went back to the song being sung. Fitting, it was one of longing for a loved one.