He knew part of that uncertainty came from the life he had chosen for himself. He had taken the tests so late because he wasn't sure if he was ready. And then, unlike other young Maestros, he didn't take solo missions as expected. Some of his colleagues left for years on solo missions, finding who they were as witches before coming back to teach. But Nathaniel had never left Desmond's side, and now he was teaching Sienna. It didn't fill him with the greatest confidence, although he faked it relativity well.
“Well, hello there, stranger,” came a voice and he looked up in surprise. Laura was standing there, a grin on her face. Laura was Devon's former Maestro, and she always sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. Beautiful, tall and lean, he and Laura had found solace in each other for a time, getting to know each other on uncomfortable med bay chairs, while their Tiros wasted away on medication. Now that Devon was off world, and Sienna was healthier, they didn't see each other much. It surprised him that Laura had a young Tiro in tow, dressed in training robes. “Long time no see.”
“Is this yours?” Nathaniel asked, in surprise. She and Devon had been so close that he thought his departure would scar her forever. But Laura seemed to be at peace with her Tiro's choice to live the rest of his life on his terms. She had never seemed scarred like Nathaniel got, the sicker Devon got. To be at peace with such a fate always amazed him. And now, to take another one soon after, to form a bond, that seemed impossible to him.
“Yes, this is Rago,” Laura said, putting a hand on the youngster, a purple alien with huge green eyes that seemed up at Nathaniel. “Rago, this is my old friend, Nathaniel.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Rago said, bowing and Nathaniel smiled, tightly.
“That was fast, Laura.”
She raised an eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Nathaniel didn't particularly want to start a fight in the middle of the hallway, with Tiros all around. “Just that...if I was separated from Sienna, somehow, I don't think I'd take another Tiro so fast.”
Laura's eyes flashed. “If you are separated from Sienna, your next Tiro will not be your choice. That's the deal you made with the Jurors, isn't it, so your potential isn't…”
Nathaniel raised an eyebrow haughtily “What?” he asked, and Laura shook her head.
“Nothing. We should go. It was nice to see you.”
“No, say it,” Nathaniel challenged her. “You think you're so high and mighty because Devon's departure doesn't bother you? Because he's somewhere wasting away without you, and you're here doing your duty to the magic?”
Laura gritted her teeth. “It is with Devon's blessing that I take another, if you remember. One day, Nathaniel, you will grow up and realize what doing your duty means. If it means serving the magic in a way that tears your heart apart, then you do it, for the good of the Order.”
She left him standing there, stunned, as the bell rang. Nathaniel could only gape after her. How had they once gotten a long so well? How had she turned into this person?
A sinking feeling came into the pit of his stomach as he considered another possibility. What if she was right?
“Maestro?” Sienna exited the classroom, confused to find him there. He shook his head, trying to smile.
She wasn't right. There was no way she could be.
“Is all well?” Sienna asked.
“Yes,” he said. “Just that we should go to Jeffro today, if you'd like.”
“Yes, please.” Sienna's eyes lit up. “Can I just get my homework for the next bit?”
“Of course,” he said and then her brow furrowed.
“Where's Desmond?” she asked. “It's daytime, normally he would…”
“He's just taking care of a few things,” Nathaniel said. “Don't worry about it.”
But as she headed down the hall to see her other teachers, he watched her go with concern. He knew Desmond was hiding something, but he didn't know what. He just hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn't interfere with the upcoming quest.
Chapter 3
“Are you ready?” Nathaniel asked her, and she nodded. “1-2-3.”
She sprung into action, moving across the ship and up into his arms, where his arms supported her as she pushed into a brief, but perfect handstand. She had taken on much more physical training since they had blocked her magic, enabling her to put to use what she had learned over the years by watching classes she was too ill to participate in.
Neither of them mentioned that the next step for a witch of her experience would be to levitate. Instead, she held her position a moment or two, and then slowly lowered down until she was on her feet again.
“Not terrible,” he said, rotating his shoulders. “But are you afraid to flip through?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I only just started doing that.”
“You just use the same momentum,” he said. “And if you're off-balance, you…” he stopped himself, realizing what he was saying.
“You what?” she replied. “You use magic?”
“Sienna,” he lowered his voice.
“No, it's all right,” she replied, as she glanced at the clock. They had been in the air for only two hours, but it felt like forever. “It's true, isn't it?” She ran a hand through her hair. “And I have to get used to it.”
“It won't be forever,” he reassured her. “We'll find a way. We'll figure it out.”
“But if you don't?” she asked, and he met her gaze.
“We will,” he said. Her eyes flickered away from him, and he felt Desmond enter the room, the ship finally set on course. Nathaniel used to hate autopilot because he loved flying. In the first few years with Sienna, he rarely took a chance with it, knowing it wasn't as fast as a magical reaction. But these days, he couldn't sit behind a console for twelve hours. The idea that he wasn't so young anymore only slightly bothered him. “Maestro,” Nathaniel turned, trying to act as if all was well. “All set?”
“Yes,” Desmond said, glancing at the clock. “Sienna, aren't you to attend a lecture by conference now?”
“Oh.” She paused. “I thought….
“It's important that you take classes as long as you can, and miss as little as possible,” Desmond said. “We may be on a quest right now, but we aren't focused on the clients, and so you should use that to your advantage.”
“But—” She knew this was what was supposed to happen, but they weren't strict on it, by any means. At least, not until recently. Desmond had been so pushy of late, making sure she was up to date on classes.
“Please, Sienna.”
Nathaniel quirked an eyebrow.
“Maestro, don't you think she should focus on training here, with me? Or the briefing notes for the quest?”
“Not right now,” Desmond replied, and his word was law. She bowed her head, and left the room, leaving Nathaniel perplexed.
“What was that about?”
“Exactly as I said,” Desmond replied. “She should not be missing classes if she doesn't have to. One never knows wen that information is going to come in handy.”
“Not that I disagree,” Nathaniel answered. “But…”
“Who knows if quest experience will even come in handy for her?” Desmond asked and Nathaniel’s blood ran cold.
“Maestro, what are you saying?”
“Nothing,” Desmond said, but Nathaniel knew him better than that.
“You don't see her future anymore.”
“I do see her future,” Desmond answered. “But I don't know if it's with the witches. In any case, Nathaniel, this is not a matter for us to discuss currently. We are headed on a quest. We will be working hard. And she will be working as a witch, no matter what I feel at the moment.”
“Desmond, we're going to find a way,” Nathaniel answered. “Don't talk like this. Don't give up. You haven't been the same since Reynolds reappeared.”
Desmond's head spun around and he stared his former Tiro down.
“No. This has nothing to do with Reynolds”
“I know you better than that.” Nathaniel circled him. “You're afraid of what people will say. The great warrior Desmond, with one Tiro gone, another far too old to have been training, and a third that loses her magic.”
“Nathaniel, I have never cared what people think,” Desmond answered. “I'm just trying to get us both to be realistic about the situation.”
“To what end?” Nathaniel asked, but Desmond had no answer to that. Nathaniel backed down, tucking his hands in his pockets. “I think I'll go watch her lecture with her.”
“Nathaniel,” Desmond called after him, but he was already gone.
The older witch sighed, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. He had been in difficult situations before, but this was by far one of the worst. This limbo was eating away at his soul, and he could get no answer, no matter how hard or long he lost himself in the magic.
He didn't see Sienna until she joined him in the cockpit in the last half hour of the flight, tucking her thin legs under her. She had changed into the robes that the witches wore when they were on a quest, earth green for Tiros, and dark brown for the Maestros. Her black leggings and boots only made her seem more fragile as her hair fell in her face. She said nothing, staring into the blackness and Desmond smiled.
“I'm not angry at you, little one. I don't know why you think that.”
“How did you know I was thinking that?” she asked, turning to him in shock. “We aren't bonded anymore.”
He chuckled. “I don't need magic to read you, Sienna. You used to do that when you were a child, slink in and sit quietly until things were no longer tense. It's a skill you have, defusing any situation with simple silence. But in this case, there is nothing to defuse.”
“You've seemed angry at me these past few days,” she answered and he shook his head.
“I'm not angry,” he repeated. “You need not worry. Here,” he took his hands off the wheel, “you can land.”
“From here?” she asked, indicating her co-pilot position. He nodded, shifting the control to her. Biting her lip, Sienna focused on the console for a moment, learning the buttons. Then, she moved over a few buttons, keying in a landing sequence.
It popped up on Desmond's screen, and he only had to glance at it to know it was right. Since she had learned piloting from Christa, she had taken to it amazingly well, picking up the procedures of nearly any craft. It was one of many options he thought she could make a career of without magic.
Without even being a witch.
The thought thundered through him so strongly that he felt chills going down his spine. He made sure to glance out the window, to hide his reaction. Normally, his thoughts were concealed. And although he had been circling around this one for quite some time, it seemed earth-shattering to think those exact words.
“Maestro,” Sienna caught his attention and he turned back, pretending to have gained a great deal of interest in the clouds. “Eliza is hailing us. Should I answer?”
“Of course,” he replied. “You always answer a hail from a planet that you are legally allowed to enter.”
Her fingers hovered over the button.
“And if we aren't?”
“Then you turn on your shield,” he said and she laughed as she answered.
“Hello,” Eliza's smooth voice came through. “You made good time.”
“Nathaniel was eager to leave right away,” Sienna said in Jeffroian, a cheeky grin on her face. Desmond wasn't versed in Jeffroian, their native tongue, but he knew her expression well enough to scold her.
“Sienna,” he warned and she sat up a bit straighter.
“Can we do the back hanger?” she asked Eliza, who paused.
“Come around the front,” she said at last. “We will be leaving right away.”
“Leaving right away?” Desmond said in shock. “I was under the understanding that you had a few days before you wanted to leave, your highness.”
“That was twelve hours ago, Desmond,” Eliza said. “Things have changed.”
“I can't keep up with you, Eliza,” Desmond answered. He had known her since she was Sienna's age, and although she and Nathaniel were both strong adults, they would always remain flirting teenagers to him. “Is there an emergency?”
“I just want to get to the negotiations,” she said. “Is it a problem?”
“No,” Desmond answered. “It's a good ship. We should be fine with a quick maintenance run.”
“There's no time,” she said. “Can you make it or not? Where's Nathaniel?”
“Probably asleep,” Desmond answered. “You can talk to him when we land.”
“I won't talk to him, I will be telling him,” Eliza answered.
“Yes, your highness.” Desmond rolled his eyes. “Get your team to clear us for landing, and as soon as the permissions are locked, we will bring it down.”
“See you soon,” Eliza disconnected the call, and Desmond glanced to Sienna.
“What do you think of that?”
“I think…” Sienna paused. “That something has happened that she hasn't told us. Eliza gets defensive in the face of adversity There's a reason that she needs to get to the negotiations faster, and it isn't just impatience.”
“Good girl,” Desmond answered. “I feel the same, but she may not be comfortable speaking about it over the transmission. Go and get Nathaniel, but tell him not to pack.”
“He was so looking forward to spending time on Jeffro, too.” Sienna unfolded herself from the chair.
“Unfortunately,” Desmond answered. “We are witches who have chosen a path that doesn't allow for much of that.”
Sienna glanced at him, his words potent. It was a choice, and someone could choose differently.
She could choose differently, possibly.
She shook the feeling of a stronger meaning from her head as she walked to the bunks. Desmond was simply laying out the truth, she told herself, nothing more. It was a choice, and she had seen her Maestros skirt around that rule more than once. The last time they had gotten caught, of course, Desmond had gotten them exiled. She knew the consequences
She also knew how happy being with Devon had made her last time, and how happy he was with the choice he made.
Being a witch was nothing more than a series of choices, but for her, there was no other path. She had only dreamed of being a witch before her Maestros, and despite her difficulties, she wasn't going to let them down now.
“Mae---” she started as she walked into the bunks, but Nathaniel was already awake, standing at the control panel in the bunk room. “What are you doing?”
“Do you feel warm?” he asked and she paused.
“Now that you mention it. Why?”
“We're just a little bit overheated,” he said. “The engine will need a cool down. I suspect whoever had this ship last did not clean it properly”
“Eliza called,” Sienna replied. “She basically wants to jump aboard and go.”
Nathaniel growled.
“Of course, she does,” he answered, rolling his eyes.
“Can we do that?”
“Not unless she is insisting,” he said, and Sienna raised an eyebrow.
“She is.”
“Right,” Nathaniel sighed. “Then right away it shall be.”
Chapter 4
Nathaniel was always overjoyed to see Eliza, no matter the situation. He flipped between wishing they could be together all the time, and loving the life that they had. They had been lucky enough to experience both situations, and each had their pros and cons. Currently, he couldn't keep the smile off his face as she approached with her team, her long blond hair in twists and her dress flowing in the slight breeze. She was wearing jewels and a crown, which really wasn't practical for low-maintenance travel. But knowing her, she probably had five outfit changes somewhere.
“Your highness,” Nathaniel said, with the dip he used for their public personas. Her people knew him, and they knew him well. He had been around for years,
always loyal to the Queen, always working on her behalf.
“Maestros,” she said, and he realized she looked tense. “I am eager to get started on our journey.”
“Erm—” Nathaniel looked to Desmond, who certainly wasn't going to help him in this situation. “Our engine is a bit hot. It's best if we could wait, unless leaving is absolutely crucial.”
“It's crucial,” Eliza said, and Nathaniel knew she wouldn't lie to him. There was more going on than met the eye, and he simply had to make it work.
“Of course,” he said. “You can brief us on board.”
“Thank you,” Eliza said and motioned for her team to start loading the things that were needed.
“Any ideas?” Nathaniel asked Sienna, regarding the engine. She glanced to him, not quite used to this. The older she got, the more they asked questions like this, trying to teach even in the smallest moments.
She tried to remember the lesson on this that Christa had taught, but her mind was coming up blank.
“Ice?” she said at last, and Nathaniel chuckled.
“While it would work on paper, it would take an amount of ice that we don't have access to. Think about cooling the ship from inside.”
“Oh,” she said. “We could use thermodynamics and divert into the engine room valves.”
“Exactly,” he replied. It was Desmond's turn to raise an eyebrow.
“Will that work?” he asked. Nathaniel shrugged.
“It's better than nothing,” he answered. “Unless you are willing to argue with Eliza.”
“That, my former Tiro, is your job,” Desmond said. “I am eager to hear what her rush is.”
“I, as well,” Nathaniel answered, as he watched the last of her bags be loaded. As always, Eliza travelled with a small team, ready to spring into action and give their own lives if she so much as lifted a finger. She had servants to dress her, servants to cook her food, body guards to defend her. The witches could defend her, of course, but Eliza took no chances. “Is she moving in?”
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