Morning found me shaken and worn from the dreams of the night before. Old memories long forgotten had run incessantly through my dreams. And the Starfyre ring still glowed more brightly than it had since that horrible day on Harmony when Uly?s ship and vanished into the Harmony sun.
Throughout the day, my gaze kept returning to the glowing ring gracing my left hand. I kept pushing hope into the background because Ozy remained conspicuously missing and I could not let hope rise only to be dashed by Ozy?s knowledge of Uly?s incarnations.
That night, I left the house to go to the Inn. There I ran into Dimitri, whom I have not seen in a very long time. ?Alais!?? He almost jumped up to walk over to greet me. ?I haven?t seen you in ages. Where have you been??
As I started to answer him, there was a crackle of amethyst that arced between the rafters and was gone. Imagination? I forced my attention back to the young elf, ?Ah haff been 'n th' Emerald Isle's Dimitri, prithee, 'ow be ye??
He pointed to the collar he wore about his neck, ?Horrible?.
I was shocked to see such a thing about his throat, and he told me it was because of the 23 deaths associated with the burning of the Outback, but Vanion had been at the root cause of that, and still Dimitri suffers.
Abruptly there was a glint of moonsilver that flashed across a window pane, and my attention riveted to that flash of light, and then dropped to my own ring before I told Dimitri that he was not responsible. He shocked me then by shifting into a large green dragon, ?I did in my new form?.
The wood in the fireplace crackled, and a burst of sparks in silver and amethyst entwined floated up the chimney, and I took an involuntary step back as Dimitri glanced at the fire. In a soft voice, I asked Dimitri if he had seen the sparks and their colors. I needed confirmation that my own vision was not playing tricks on me.
He had seen what I had and I reached for the back of a chair as Dimitri walked toward the fireplace for a closer look into the fire. ?This cannae be,? was all I could say. Then came a barely heard sound of cookware rattling, and the faint aroma of pancakes. The necklace at my throat warmed and my fingers closed around it.
Dimitri growled low, and began to look around, and I found my own legs and moved closer to the fireplace.
The dragon Icer swiveled her head and neck as the scent reached into the room. Dimitri?s eyes were black as midnight as he continued to growl, but shifted to gold as I blinked up at him.
Then it came, the abrupt ?crack? that had heralded one of Uly?s or Ozy?s portals, and a flash of amethyst. Dimitri headed upstairs then as he shifted into his elven form.
I felt the blood rush from my face as I realized what this would herald. ?Ah?m gaein? tae kill Ozy.? The fleeting thought that I should have remained in Riverbend came to me as a flow of energy blinked from step to step, coming across the floor and encircled me in a spiral from head to toe, and then it was gone. Ephemeral, fleeting, but undeniable.
I do not know how long Tass had been present, but his staff thudding upon the floor broke the magic of that moment, and I nearly yelped when Uly?s voice came softly as a whisper in my thoughts, >?lais<
Tass stopped suddenly in his progress into the room. He had felt something when he was on the Isle, the land, Matlal, had sighed. It was not something he had been able to put his finger on, but whatever he had felt on Matlal he now felt here.
The aura from the ring was anything but cold, and I closed my eyes, shaking my head, ?Ye?r naught bu? a dream.? The mantra repeating over and over in my thoughts. But then the distinct touch of Uly?s fingers threading through my hair as he had been wont to do was so familiar it nearly brought me to my knees.
Tass? hand gripped the staff a bit more, enough so that it turned his old knuckles white, and he moved forward, towards the fire, and this entity.
Throughout the day, my gaze kept returning to the glowing ring gracing my left hand. I kept pushing hope into the background because Ozy remained conspicuously missing and I could not let hope rise only to be dashed by Ozy?s knowledge of Uly?s incarnations.
That night, I left the house to go to the Inn. There I ran into Dimitri, whom I have not seen in a very long time. ?Alais!?? He almost jumped up to walk over to greet me. ?I haven?t seen you in ages. Where have you been??
As I started to answer him, there was a crackle of amethyst that arced between the rafters and was gone. Imagination? I forced my attention back to the young elf, ?Ah haff been 'n th' Emerald Isle's Dimitri, prithee, 'ow be ye??
He pointed to the collar he wore about his neck, ?Horrible?.
I was shocked to see such a thing about his throat, and he told me it was because of the 23 deaths associated with the burning of the Outback, but Vanion had been at the root cause of that, and still Dimitri suffers.
Abruptly there was a glint of moonsilver that flashed across a window pane, and my attention riveted to that flash of light, and then dropped to my own ring before I told Dimitri that he was not responsible. He shocked me then by shifting into a large green dragon, ?I did in my new form?.
The wood in the fireplace crackled, and a burst of sparks in silver and amethyst entwined floated up the chimney, and I took an involuntary step back as Dimitri glanced at the fire. In a soft voice, I asked Dimitri if he had seen the sparks and their colors. I needed confirmation that my own vision was not playing tricks on me.
He had seen what I had and I reached for the back of a chair as Dimitri walked toward the fireplace for a closer look into the fire. ?This cannae be,? was all I could say. Then came a barely heard sound of cookware rattling, and the faint aroma of pancakes. The necklace at my throat warmed and my fingers closed around it.
Dimitri growled low, and began to look around, and I found my own legs and moved closer to the fireplace.
The dragon Icer swiveled her head and neck as the scent reached into the room. Dimitri?s eyes were black as midnight as he continued to growl, but shifted to gold as I blinked up at him.
Then it came, the abrupt ?crack? that had heralded one of Uly?s or Ozy?s portals, and a flash of amethyst. Dimitri headed upstairs then as he shifted into his elven form.
I felt the blood rush from my face as I realized what this would herald. ?Ah?m gaein? tae kill Ozy.? The fleeting thought that I should have remained in Riverbend came to me as a flow of energy blinked from step to step, coming across the floor and encircled me in a spiral from head to toe, and then it was gone. Ephemeral, fleeting, but undeniable.
I do not know how long Tass had been present, but his staff thudding upon the floor broke the magic of that moment, and I nearly yelped when Uly?s voice came softly as a whisper in my thoughts, >?lais<
Tass stopped suddenly in his progress into the room. He had felt something when he was on the Isle, the land, Matlal, had sighed. It was not something he had been able to put his finger on, but whatever he had felt on Matlal he now felt here.
The aura from the ring was anything but cold, and I closed my eyes, shaking my head, ?Ye?r naught bu? a dream.? The mantra repeating over and over in my thoughts. But then the distinct touch of Uly?s fingers threading through my hair as he had been wont to do was so familiar it nearly brought me to my knees.
Tass? hand gripped the staff a bit more, enough so that it turned his old knuckles white, and he moved forward, towards the fire, and this entity.