That startled a weak chuckle out of her, and she blinked up at him through tears she was doing her best not to release.
:Worry about tomorrow when it comes; enjoy now. Now, what's all this with Jisa “feeling people in her head?”:
Footsteps made both of them look up. 'Are you seducing my lady, Herald Vanyel?' asked Randale, King of Valdemar, holding out his arms to embrace both of them.
'I'd rather seduce you, you charmer,' Vanyel replied coyly, batting his eyelashes at the King. But there was an edge of bitterness there in his banter, and despite his best intentions it must have crept into his voice. He saw a hint of startlement, then of worry, creep into both their expressions.
Lighten up, dammit, he told himself angrily. They've got their own problems – they don't need yours.
He grinned and winked, and both of them relaxed again.
Randale laughed heartily, and hugged him hard, taking Shavri away from Vanyel as he did so. And Vanyel felt a strange twinge; another flash of uneasiness.
Gods, what's wrong with me?
He didn't stop to think about it. The hug wasn't as hard as it had been a year ago - and there was a transparency about Randale that made Vanyel's heart lurch. Randale had grown a neat brown beard - was it to hide the fact that his cheeks were a little hollower? Was that tidy-to-a-fault brown hair a little lackluster? There were shadows under his dark eyes; were they there from lack of sleep, or some more sinister reason? Within a few breaths Vanyel had noted a dozen small signs of 'something wrong' - all of them little things, things that someone who saw him day - in, day-out might not have noticed. But Vanyel had been away for a year, and the things he saw shook him. Gods, gods - my King, my friend - Shavri is right. You’re ill, at the very least -
Randale was not a Herald-Mage; his Gift was FarSight, and his Mindspeech was not as sure a thing as Vanyel's and Shavri's. For once Vanyel was grateful for that lack. He changed the subject before Randale could note his unease.
'It seems your little shadow is developing precocious Gifts,' he said. 'At least she said she 'felt me coming in her mind.'“ Jisa ran back in, and attached herself to Vanyel's leg. 'Didn't you, imp?' He looked down at her, surprised by the surge of love he felt for the child.
She nodded, very well pleased with herself.
'We thought about taking her to Savil, but she's been so busy,' Randale replied, shrugging. 'I don't suppose you'd test her, would you? That's a major spell for anyone else but you and Savil.'
“Now I see the reason for all the concern that I stop by!' Vanyel teased. “Not that you've missed me!” “Van - ' Shavri said indignantly. 'I never - '
Randale chortled, and she hit his shoulder. 'You can just stop that, you beast.'
Jisa giggled, and Vanyel looked down at her. 'Hold still for a minute, impling,' he said. 'I'm about to make your head feel funny, like Mama did when you had the measles.'
'All right,' Jisa said calmly, and Vanyel had the sudden unsettling feeling that she would permit her totally- trusted 'Uncle Van' to chop off her hand if he wanted to.
He rested his palm on the top of her brown curls, and focused out and down -
-and came out again, blinking. 'Well.'
'Well, what?” Shavri and Randale demanded in the same breath.
'She won't be a Herald-Mage, not unless she gets blasted open the way I did - which I do not recommend,' he added lightly, trying to catch his breath. Even that little magic had been more of a strain than he had thought it would. 'But she's carrying the potential in a double dose; she'll certainly pass it to her children. She will be a MindHealer; she is an active Empath, and her Mindspeech center is opening early, too. With that combination, Randale, she'll very likely be King's Own after Shavri.'
Gods, she is so like me. Right down to the Mage-potential. Jisa, sweetling, I swear I will do anything to keep you safe -
Shavri trembled, and Randale's arm tightened around her shoulder. 'Is she likely to be Chosen anytime soon?'
