by Fel
"That's quite alright, Triana," he said with a disarming smile. "After hearing what she has to say, I don't really blame her. With a Rogue out there, it makes things uncertain."
"Not just any Rogue, Talbon," she sighed. "This one is a Sorcerer. That makes this a bit of a tight situation."
"Do you want me to call together a cadre?"
"Not yet," she said. "Let me take a look at him. I'll let you know how we're going to deal with him after I'm certain of it."
"As you wish, Triana," he said calmly. "It must have been a long trip. Would you like some tea?"
"Ever considerate," she smiled. "Yes, I would, thank you. Did you ever enlarge your cottage?"
Jesmind remained on the log as her mother and the Druid stood and walked towards a small cottage with stone walls, and ivy covering the outside. Her tail was lashing behind her, and her mind was full. Where was Tarrin now? What she felt from him, through the bond, it was powerful. She didn't mention it to Triana, because it was Tarrin at his worst, and that would have hardened her mother to him. Someone had done something terrible to him, and she was very worried. He was unsettled, unsure, afraid. She felt so much pity for him that it was breaking her heart, because he had nobody there to help him through it, to help him deal with what every Were-cat had suffered through at least once in their lives.
The realization that they were never fully in control.
Tarrin was so desperately alone, and he was too young to be able to deal with it himself. He needed Jesmind, but she couldn't be there to help him. Her instincts cried out to be there for him, but other, equally powerful instincts were forcing her to stay away from him, because he was much too dangerous for her to handle in her condition. She hoped that Triana could take up that role, because of all their kind, she would be the best at recovering her tormented bond-child and returning him to a life of relative peace.
She believed in her mother, and had the feeling that if anyone could help Tarrin, Triana could. She just had to reach him before he was too far gone. She wanted to do it herself. Tarrin was her bond-child, and he was special. She wanted to be there for him, to help him, to ease him through things, but she just couldn't. His Sorcery made him dangerous, and she couldn't risk getting caught between him and his anger should he use his powers while in a fury. She had other duties, other responsibilities, and they were just as powerful and immediate as Tarrin's. It had been a hard choice, but it was a choice that she had been forced to make.
She had been forced to decide between two children, both of which needed her. And she had made her choice. She placed her hand on her belly, her thoughts grim and foreboding.
She only hoped that it was the best one.
To: Title EoF
Thus ends The Tower of Sorcery.
In book 2, The Questing Game, Tarrin and his friends
embark on their dangerous quest, with enemies pressing in from
all sides, and an important goal standing before them.
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