Winds Of Fury

But occasionally painful to learn....

:It wasn't entirely gossip, dear,: the Companion said, in Mindspeech pitched only for Elspeth to catch :Although we've been doing more of that than exchanging any real news lately. Things haven't been all that interesting around Haven or k'Sheyna Vale.:She chuckled mentally :I haven't even had to edit for your mother's consumption once during the last two weeks!:

Elspeth laughed out loud. 'Just remember, heart of mine, that 'may your life be eventful' is the worst curse the Shin'a'in know!'

Iceshadow looked over at her quizzically.

'Oh. I was talking to Gwena. She said things weren't as interesting around here as they used to be.'

'Ah. Indeed,' Iceshadow agreed. 'I will be glad, after all, to see this Gate built to the new Vale, and find myself living in times much less interesting!'

He climbed out of the pool; before he had done more than stand, a little lizardlike hertasi appeared with a speed that was close to magical. Iceshadow nodded his thanks, and accepted the thick towel the lizard handed him. Again, Elspeth was forced to confront how much she had changed.

Not only in accepting something that looked like an overgrown garden-lizard as an intellectual equal, but in other ways as well. Iceshadow wore nothing more than his long hair; in fact, no one soaking in this pool seemed terribly body-shy. A year ago she would have blushed and averted her eyes. Now she was so much more aware of what each of the Hawkbrothers and Kaled'a'in here were, their bodies were simply another garment for the spirit within.

Iceshadow wrapped the towel around himself, and the hertasi looked down at Elspeth. The little lizard-folk who had come with the Lost Clan were much bolder than the hertasi native to k'Sheyna; she hardly ever saw the latter, while the former bustled about the Vale, undoing the overgrowth of nearly a decade, as oblivious to watchers as a hive of bees. Except, of course, when someone needed something. They seemed to thrive on tending others. Silverfox had said something about that being 'part of them, but hadn't elaborated except to say that it was due to their 'recovery' from a long-ago trauma. She wished she knew more; there was such knowledge to learn, and so little time!

'Need towel?' it said to her. 'Need drink?' While the hertasi seemed to have an instinctive ability to anticipate the needs of the Tayledras and Kaled'a'in, they were at a bit of a loss with her. Gwena and Darkwind had both tried to explain why; she was still at a loss after both explanations. The Lost Clan lizards were perfectly willing to talk to her, sometimes in Mindspeech, and often in audible speech. Even if their speech was a little difficult to understand, if they didn't mind, how could she?

'Thank you, no,' she replied. 'But when Darkwind gets in, he'll want food and drink, please.'

The hertasi hissed, 'Of course!' and vanished again. Iceshadow gave her a farewell smile, and wandered off to his own ekele barefoot. She turned to Firesong, who was leaning back against the stone of the pool's edge and enjoying the massage Silverfox was giving to his long and graceful hands.

It was hard to get her mind on business, but in the next couple of days it would be time to leave, and she had better get her mind set about doing so. 'Have Treyvan and Hydona made up their minds what they want to do first?' she asked. 'I'd be perfectly happy to have them come to Haven as ambassadors, but if there are more Kaled'a'in out there wanting to come back, they really ought to go to k'Treva first, as you suggested.'

Firesong made a small sigh of utter contentment, and answered without opening his eyes. 'I believe that I have talked them into my scheme, cousin,' he replied. 'K'Treva will not be long in moving on to a new Vale; there have been no troublesome outbreaks of any kind for better than a year now. Indeed, we would have moved on this winter, had it not been for your request for help. And if I may boast - k'Treva Vale is second to none. I think that our Kaled'a'in brethren would be most happy there, taking it after we have gone.'

'Is that fulsome description for my benefit, shay a?' laughed Silverfox. 'I promise you, there are not many who would require convincing. We had not expected to find ourselves offered safe-havens and homes, ready to our hands - yet another miracle of Treyvan and Hydona's doing. And I think that none among you will find fault with our stewardship of what you will leave behind.'

The Kestra'chern tossed his dark hair over his shoulder, and moved his graceful fingers along the tendons of Firesong's wrists. Firesong sighed with content.

It was still very hard to think of Firesong as a relative, however distant. She had not even known that Herald-Mage Vanyel had left any offspring - much less that she and a Hawkbrother Healing Adept were descendants of two of them! Really, she had learned more about herself in the time she had been here than she had learned about magic....

'On the whole, I think it's a better idea,' Elspeth told him. 'I'm glad you talked them into it. My people are going to have enough trouble with Darkwind and a Changechild appearing on their doorstep. I'm not sure I want to subject them to gryphons and gryphlets as well.'

'Ah,' Silverfox said shrewdly, 'But with gryphons and gryphlets, a Changechild and a Hawkbrother Adept might well look less strange. Hmm?'

'The thought had occurred to me,' she admitted. 'But - well, let's just leave things the way they are. The