He sipped his tea and nodded. “Aye, the lords seemed very agitated by it.”
“They should be!” Mallorn shook his head and began gathering his reading materials. Istar knew he was searching for references or something, but he didn’t know what good it would do. “The Lands of Immortals in Avrigard have not seen war since the Valtanayana—” Mallorn stopped, apparently noticing the mangled expression on Istar’s face.
“Aye.” It was the exact thoughts that had come to him during the assembly.
“Has Kemplan confirmed it?” Mallorn gave him a stern glance.
Istar shook his head. “Kemplan says they are sealed in Avrigost, no means of escape.”
Mallorn let out a breath. “So Kemplan was at the assembly?”
“No, he didn’t find it worth his time to leave the Great Library. He sent a Scrye.”
Mallorn relaxed. “Aye, no reason for worry, then.”
“Perhaps.” He wasn’t convinced.
“Be plain with me, Istar. What are you thinking?”
“Avristar would not survive a blow.”
Mallorn sat back in his chair with a long hum. “Nay, I will not believe it. Until you have proof of his return, you shall disregard this. Treachery can build for a number of reasons.”
Istar gave him a cold stare. “Any other you could propose?”
Mallorn paused; it looked like he was scanning his vast recesses of knowledge. “Nay.”
“Then you understand why I am concerned.”
“Aye.”
Istar set the cup down and stood. “I should return.”
Mallorn nodded and escorted him to the stables. “Take Rhina. She will get you home faster.” Mallorn paused then added, “And, old friend, should you require an ear, I am but a lonely elven warrior with no battle to fight.”
“That I will remember,” Istar replied as he mounted the horse. He bid Mallorn a farewell and took off into the forests of Nandaro.
Krishani sighed as he descended the stone stairway towards the pond below. Kaliel didn’t show up. His feelings for her hadn’t vanished, but the despair he felt was worse, so bad he wished he never sought her company in the first place. His eyes avoided the pond; he didn’t want to look at anything familiar anymore. He hoped she would come to speak with him, to tell him the reason she fled. The possibility of her presence was all that brought him to the waterfall. He spent the last few hours sitting in the grass behind the falls, staring up at their majestic beauty and reliving their kiss.
However, the waiting caused so much sorrow he couldn’t subject himself to the emptiness in his heart.
He trudged along the wide path that led back to the Elmare Castle, knowing that somehow, he would go to Kaliel and would ask her the question pressing on his temples. His thoughts continued to drift as the path curved and straightened. He didn’t even care to take the concealed forest paths this time. Istar was on business elsewhere, and there were no others in the land that would seek him out.
Earlier that day he had gone to Hernadette in hopes the herbs would help him succumb to a deep sleep, but when night fell, he couldn’t bring himself to relax in his own fantasies, knowing that the only person he would dream about was Kaliel. Or death. The last thought made him shudder.
The castle came into view and Krishani breathed a sigh of grief as he neared it. She was somewhere within those walls, concealing a secret that had torn her away from him. Why won’t she try? He continued up the path, entering through the main courtyard, but the beauty of it merely faded under the moon’s light. Compared to Kaliel, everything else was pale and drab.
Krishani passed the archway, the Grand Hall in front of him. To the left was the corridor to the west, to the right the corridor to the east, his quarters. He paused a moment and drifted towards the path on the left. He assumed she would be sleeping, but he had to confront her. He trudged up the steps, feeling bricks attached to his feet. She didn’t tell him which room was hers, but he could feel her. It was the same low pulse that made his body buzz with electricity, made him able to form the orb of ice. He paused a moment and took a shaky breath. There had to be a reason she left so abruptly, but would she tell him what it was? He continued down the corridor, passing by the darkened hallways that branched off it. Then he stopped, and stared down the length of one of the hallways and felt her pulse.
At the end of the hallway was a small wooden door. The top was curved and it had an iron doorknob. Krishani moved towards it. He stopped and pressed his ear against the door. His eyes closed as a sense of relaxation overcame him. He heard her soft and slow breaths as she slept. The mere sound was enough to calm him. He knew this was dangerous, but he knew there was no one that made him feel the way she did. He stood there, lost in her breathing.
She stirred. The breathing became more alert and awake, but Krishani felt drunk with addiction. He stood frozen in his own dreamland, listening to her from beyond the room. He was so enthralled with the sounds he barely noticed she had come to the door and was listening carefully to the rhythmic breathing on the other side.
Kaliel swung the door open. “It’s not yet morrow, is it?” she asked before she had opened her eyes. Once she did, she saw Krishani staring at her with an uncomfortable look on his face. She blanched.
“Kaliel,” he began. He looked surprised and elated by her sudden appearance.
She found herself and tried to stop shaking. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Krishani gulped. The look on his face turned from openness to expressionless. He looked at the ground. “I came to ask why you ...” He didn’t finish, but she understood what he was talking about.
Kaliel looked past him at one of the crystal torches on the wall, avoiding eye contact. She wanted to say something, but held back. She longed to reach out and fold herself into his embrace, tell him it would be okay. Whatever the Great Oak had said, it couldn’t have known about him, about how she felt. It was so foreign it was silly to even consider it. Not even the elders would suspect it. She was elven like him; she shouldn’t be able to fall in love. He shouldn’t have been able to either, but she couldn’t help it. Even from where he stood she could hear his heartbeat, thumping with that irregularity she loved.
“I’m here for another reason,” she said.
Krishani lingered, staring at her like a forlorn animal. “I—I’m sorry I disturbed you,” he said. Without another look he turned and fled down the hallway.
Kaliel watched him until he turned the corner and disappeared. She closed the door before he could look back, and sunk to the floor, tears streaming down her face. He looked so broken and small, nothing like the tall poised Brothers of Amersil. She wondered if she had made the wrong decision, if the Great Oak was mistaken.
There were no more nights like that and the moons came and went quickly until it was Samhain. Kaliel stepped lightly between the apple trees in the orchard outside the courtyard. The castle walls were so difficult to get used to, and though six moons had passed, she felt lonely being cooped up within them. The only calming thought was the kinfolk from Evennses would arrive soon for the Fire Festival. She spent time watching the servants prepare food and sparkling water, but when she tried to help, Melianna forced her out of the servants’ hall and told her to go study. She didn’t like the library much—it was musty and crowded, shelves of books reaching the ceiling and even more stacked on shelves. There was only a window sill to read on, nothing homey like a couch or even a bench. She tried not to go in there.
It was late afternoon, and the clear skies had turned to a pinkish orange. Kaliel smiled as she looked at the canopy and tried to take in the scent of apples mixed with the crispness of autumn air. The trees in the orchard were perfectly aligned with one another. She ran her hand against the trunk of another one and tried to feel its voice. The problem was the trees in Orlondir didn’t speak. The birds chirped and the squirrels chattered, but that didn’t warm her heart as much as the words of the trees. She sighed and sat down, resting her head on th
e trunk of the tree behind her.
“I know you’ll never speak to me, but perhaps I could rest here.”
A humming sound came from behind the tree and Kaliel sat straight and frowned. She had done everything she could to avoid Krishani; how could she have been so foolish as to sit down at the very tree he was at? That was, if it was him, of course. She realized she hadn’t felt his energy there, no, his energy had been segregated to the waterfall, and she hadn’t dared to tread that path for moons, no matter how much it pained her to stay away.
“I’ll speak with you, Kaliel,” a voice said. There was a crunch like someone was taking a bite out of an apple.
Kaliel smiled; she would recognize that voice anywhere. “Pux!” She jumped to her feet and dashed around the tree only to find her childhood friend sitting precariously in a pile of pink apples. Some of them looked bruised as though they weren’t really for eating. During Samhain, they always took the nearly-rotten apples and made pies and apple sauce. Only Pux would be sitting there munching on them like it was late summer.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded at her. “Aye, would you like one?” He picked up an apple and extended it towards her. Its rosy pinkness made it seem artificial. She shook her head and pushed it away.
“When did you arrive?” She was bewildered but happy, the happiest she’d been since her first night in Orlondir.
Pux chomped on the apple like a horse. “Desaunius is hours away with the other kinfolk,” he said between bites.
Kaliel frowned. “Then how did you—?”
He ruefully smiled, bits of apple stuck between his teeth.
She rolled her eyes. “Do they know your secret yet?”
He stood and dusted himself off. He was quite a bit taller than she remembered. He was still a furry animal, even if his hair was combed. “Luenelle found out about a moon ago, and she still thinks I’m invalid.” He looked at the pile of apples and for once when he focused on them he turned them red. He stepped away from the tree and began sauntering through the orchards, Kaliel on his heels.
“You can transport!” She hardly believed it. She adored Luenelle, but this was difficult even for her to digest.
“There’s no point in using fancy terms for it. Grimand has been testing me. Despite Luenelle he believes I have some potential.”
Kaliel beamed. “You do!” The past few moons seemed to fade away when she was with Pux, but she certainly didn’t have romantic feelings for him. Her time with him was a childish escape from the seriousness surrounding her. Her lessons with Atara had proven that she had some skill with meditation, and some with seeing and hearing the voices of the land. None of it was new to her though, she still failed at the same things, like identifying herbs.
She stared up at the sky again and realized it was slightly pinkish. “Did you—?”
He followed her gaze to the sky then shrugged. “Aye.” He leaned against another tree and reached into the branches towards an apple that hadn’t fallen. It was dark red, badly bruised. He pulled it down and began tossing it between his hands. “Evennses hasn’t been the same without you.”
Kaliel turned and kicked the dirt. She had learned so much in the time she had come, and most of it frightened or hurt her. She took a deep breath and sat on the ground next to a tree. She tried to think of a way to describe it, but there were no words. No matter what she said, she knew Pux wouldn’t understand.
He put the apple on the ground and turned, staring at the sky again. “The orchards are pretty,” he said. “Much better than that waterfall we found. Do you ever go back there?”
The land began to spin. Kaliel thought about the waterfall all the time. She couldn’t go there. She sat in the grass stunned. Her mouth watered and she ripped up a patch of grass by her leg. Pux turned to face her, oblivious to her grief.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she said. Her whole body shook. She had never told Pux about Krishani and she was afraid of his opinion. He was her best friend, and a lot like a brother. She twisted her mouth in contempt as Pux seemed lost for words. She pushed herself up and started off away from him through the rows of apple trees.
“Kaliel!” he called after her. “You make no sense!” After a few long strides he pulled ahead of her. The trees around them were all the same, perfectly-lined rows and she felt like she was lost in a never-ending labyrinth.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “I meant it. You wouldn’t understand.”
Pux shook his head. “Why do you do this to me?”
“Do what?”
“You share everything with Luenelle yet you shut me out from the important things.”
Kaliel felt a pang in her heart. He was right. She turned and stared down the row of trees. She could see where the exit to the orchard was and she could try again to run, but she owed him an explanation at least. She hung her head, her white-slippered toes pointing towards one another. “I never told anyone in Evennses about him, not even Luenelle.”
“Who?” Pux whispered.
Kaliel’s heart beat erratically as she tried to find the words to describe her connection with—“Krishani.” She stole a glance at Pux’s questioning brown eyes and cringed. “I met him that time we found the waterfall.”
His jaw dropped.
Kaliel looked away, towards the exit again and something begged her to run. “He’s here now. We met again when I came to Orlondir.”
Pux had nothing to say.
“We kissed.”
Pux walked away without saying a single word. He didn’t give a huff or a cry or an indication of anything he was feeling. Kaliel desperately tried to keep up with him. She ran along, but no sooner than she started she tripped over her own feet and tumbled on the ground. She rolled onto her side and Pux stopped short, looking back at her.
“Love isn’t something,” Pux began unsuccessfully. He closed the distance between them and assessed the damaged girl.
She pushed herself up and avoided eye contact with him.
Pux had an uneasy expression on his face. “You were never supposed to grow up.” He stomped away and left her sitting in the grass, a new bruise forming on her knee where a scraggly root had made contact with it.
She watched him go. “I never meant to,” she said even though he couldn’t hear her.
Nothing happened after that first day. Krishani stood in the east wing balcony watching the ruckus below him, no sign of Kaliel. Even with the kinfolk wearing masks he’d still recognize her. He sighed as the bards played a happy tune, something the complete opposite of how he felt. The countless times he had almost encountered Kaliel .... the waterfall. He knew it was just as special to her as it was to him, but he couldn’t be in the castle knowing she was just a hallway away. He had been drawn to it every night since he intuitively found her room, and the only comfortable place to be other than there was at the waterfall. He tried to create orbs of ice again, but it never worked. He didn’t understand how he felt about her any more than he understood why she wouldn’t talk to him, or even look at him. Her eyes had changed color, something that never happened in Avristar, and it seemed like she was completely oblivious to it. She had no idea just how different she was from everyone else. He wanted to be worried about her, but there was nothing to fear, nothing but her marrying the land and leaving Avristar like the others. Somehow her silence hurt more than all the summers he had spent ignoring girls and sparring with the kinfolk in the games. Even with all the dancing in the Grand Hall, some of them were out there, in the fields to the north, brandishing swords and armor and engaging in playful combat. Just because she wouldn’t talk to him didn’t mean he was going to go back to that. The Brotherhood was so pompous about their winning streak, and because of the way he felt inside, he was too afraid he’d mess up and let one of them injure him for real. Losing wasn’t something the Brotherhood would easily forgive. He wasn’t even sure they would forgive him for his continuing failure. Lord Istar had tried, but Krishani was no more focused than he had
been two summers ago.
He stared at the marble floor and traced the outlines of the perfectly adorned tables with their little candle centerpieces and arrangements of utensils. There were kinfolk in elaborately decorated masks sitting at each table in the four corners of the room, and in the center, senselessly dancing to the music. He didn’t recognize them, but as his eyes idly traced the intricate patterns of the fountain in the center he caught a flash of Kaliel, a purple mask over her eyes. He scanned the room and there she was, barely in sight. The kinfolk she danced with pirouetted and skipped around with her, and soon they were in full view. Krishani focused on her as she twirled and hopped to the joyful music. She looked happy.
Unexpectedly, she glanced at the balcony and Krishani’s chest clenched. Did she see me? The balconies were mostly cast in shadow. He sank towards the hallway wall in embarrassment. He had admired her from a distance for moons and wanted her to stay happy. For her to see him ...As he backed up he felt another person near him. He pressed his back to the balcony wall, but it was useless, he couldn’t make himself invisible.
“Krishani!” a voice called from the hallway.
He tried to look into the Grand Hall again but Benir joined him and leaned against the balcony railing, blocking most of his view. Benir wore the familiar cloak which concealed most of his features. The only thing distinct about him was his blue eyes and shaggy blond hair. He had a gold mask in his left hand, looking like he didn’t want to wear it.
“Greetings, Benir,” Krishani said cordially. He bowed his head and tried to peek around him.
Benir raised an eyebrow and shifted to the right. “Greetings. I suppose life in Orlondir is different, nay?”
“Aye,” And agonizing, he thought.
“Have you made the seed grow?”
Krishani sucked in a breath. The Brothers never answered a question that wasn’t asked, and the way Benir looked, this was one of a long string of them. “Nay, I haven’t been asked. Are you still being mentored by Sigurd?” He tried to make casual conversation, but he felt the energy from Kaliel drawing him in. Something in her was longing for him, and from the balcony it was all too apparent. He tried to push it away, pass off what he felt as wishful thinking ...but she was just too hard to ignore.
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