Artemus was recovering, no doubt. Once he was weak as a kitten, and tonight he even dared to duel in magic. Though it has really worn him... how much has Errtu taken out of him, so that even dueling was hard? The magically active compound of his body seemed a slight shimmer. That was to be taken care of.
When we finally arrived home, I pulled Arty into an ionized pool, making sure he relaxes. It was a mentari treatment, but it remained efficient for majority of species. Streams of water massaged the shifter, scent of pine and violet (not something I particularly love, but..) seemed to help him a bit. I ordered two glasses of "ithfa-twenty" - a type of nutritional drink popular on Mentar Station. The shifter needs it...
As we sat in the bubbling, mineralized water, I hugged him. The ghost of meeting with Shandren was still tugging on my nerves.
"What if someone tells you that Shandren is back?" I asked, afraid of the answer. What if he decides to leave now?
Yes, I am addicted, I admitted to myself. But sticking to fear was not a respectable solution.
"I would say - show me. She has been gone for too long, I am afraid of an illusion," Artemus replied, putting down his glass. Now. Or never. I could have killed her, and no one would know she ever returned to RhyDin. I did not, and it was my choice.
"I have seen Shandren recently..." and I told him about our meeting. It was like a dive in breathtakingly cold water.
For a few moments Artemus was silent. I waited, and feared. Finally he spoke...and his words were something unbelievable.
"I've made my decision....I'm done trying to play both sides of the fense. And I'm a feline in nature, they're not known for being loyal to a mate. Have children then move on. I've done this. Time to move on with what I want. Not my animal side."
As his fingers curled around mine, I could only hold breath and try to believe this wasn't a hallucination...
Now, as I watch his sleeping shape, I'm helpless in analyzing this evening. Would it really be a chance for me, or just a joke? He could be simply going with the flow of events and taking what's falling into his hands without effort. I have no wish or no strength to resist. Probably been alone for too long...
When we finally arrived home, I pulled Arty into an ionized pool, making sure he relaxes. It was a mentari treatment, but it remained efficient for majority of species. Streams of water massaged the shifter, scent of pine and violet (not something I particularly love, but..) seemed to help him a bit. I ordered two glasses of "ithfa-twenty" - a type of nutritional drink popular on Mentar Station. The shifter needs it...
As we sat in the bubbling, mineralized water, I hugged him. The ghost of meeting with Shandren was still tugging on my nerves.
"What if someone tells you that Shandren is back?" I asked, afraid of the answer. What if he decides to leave now?
Yes, I am addicted, I admitted to myself. But sticking to fear was not a respectable solution.
"I would say - show me. She has been gone for too long, I am afraid of an illusion," Artemus replied, putting down his glass. Now. Or never. I could have killed her, and no one would know she ever returned to RhyDin. I did not, and it was my choice.
"I have seen Shandren recently..." and I told him about our meeting. It was like a dive in breathtakingly cold water.
For a few moments Artemus was silent. I waited, and feared. Finally he spoke...and his words were something unbelievable.
"I've made my decision....I'm done trying to play both sides of the fense. And I'm a feline in nature, they're not known for being loyal to a mate. Have children then move on. I've done this. Time to move on with what I want. Not my animal side."
As his fingers curled around mine, I could only hold breath and try to believe this wasn't a hallucination...
Now, as I watch his sleeping shape, I'm helpless in analyzing this evening. Would it really be a chance for me, or just a joke? He could be simply going with the flow of events and taking what's falling into his hands without effort. I have no wish or no strength to resist. Probably been alone for too long...