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“Two million to recover her, and an extra million for the data. Three million.”
“Excessive. I do believe your father was paid only five million for what amounted to creating and training an army.”
“That’s inflation for you. Take it or leave it.”
—Legacy of the Force: Bloodlines, Karen Traviss
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Mills and Koa (65 Movie)
A lil excerpt of what I think was going through Mills' head from the cave in scene to the quicksand scene... or how Mills comes to realize how much Koa means to him.
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Koa called something back to him that sounded a lot like ‘move your butt’. He rolled his eyes as he pushed forward a few more inches.
He didn’t know what would await him either once if he got home. Alya was likely still mourning, he was still mouring. Their house would be empty without Nevine, the black hole of her absence would become crushing, even more so than it already was.
Mills cracked his head on the ceiling and grunted in pain. Koa twisted to look back at him with a snort of laughter. He glared back but couldn’t stop the twitch of a smile on his lips.
Maybe if push came to shove she could stay with him and Alya until she found someone-
The tunnel lurched underneath them and a crack formed on the ceiling.
“Stay there.” He ordered Koa.
The rumbling stopped but the rocks around them shifted.
Shit.
He hadn’t even thought about the detonators damaging the stability of the tunnel, he’d only been thinking about moving forward.
“Go!” He told Koa and she quickly scrambled forward, small enough to move through the tunnel with much less difficulty.
The floor lurched again and the rocks above them dropped lower. Koa called something back to him as a rock in front of him broke off and dropped.
He pushed backwards, frantically backing away from the cave in. A large rock crashed in front of him, partially obscuring his view of the girl as she starred back at him in terror.
“Koa!”
Her responding shout was cut off by the rest of the tunnel caving in. He tumbled out of the tunnel with a grunt before surging back to his feet. He clawed at the rocks in the entrance of the tunnel already exhausted and strained muscles throbbing in pain but he kept attacking the wall, desperation keeping him standing. He felt a scream building up in his chest, one of anguish, grief, helplessness, everything he’d been trying to keep buried ever since he’d received that fateful transmission from Alya.
This couldn’t be happening, not again.
“Koa!” He roared as he rammed his shoulder into the wall.
She couldn’t be dead. She couldn’t. Not after everything they’d already been through. She was the only thing keeping him going, keeping him alive. He could not fail again.
He leaned his head against the rocks, trying to catch his breath before going after the rocks again.
Then suddenly, he heard it. Koa’s whistle. He stared at the wall in disbelief before it sounded again. Without a second thought he grabbed his back and his rifle and took off back towards the entrance.
As he tore through the tunnels with one thought on his mind: get to Koa.
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You can read the rest of Through Hell on AO3
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“Philip gave up his country and his name to be with her, and he lost his children and his reputation for it.”
“Anne once defied decorum to reunite mother and daughter, and now she takes away the daughters of the daughter she reunited with her mother.”
Some excerpts from a bleak AU where Mary loses custody of her children (either because of guilt by association or because she was an active participant in KoA attempting a rebellion against the OT3).
@mihrsuri
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The Alpha's Addiction - Chapter 14
*Warning Adult Content*
Intentions - Kao
I head over to my training with Morgan after dropping Oliver at school, since it's the Beta's day off and he insisted on bringing some baked goods for Xavier.
I'm proud of him for being so forward about his interest in the Alpha, though it took a lot of encouragement from me.
We find the two Alphas we seek out on the field as usual, unfortunately accompanied by their flirty friend.
"Oh, boy. Raf is here," Morgan sighs, running a hand through his long hair that he wears down today.
It reminds me of spun silk, pouring down his back as a few small braids with silver beads woven in them accompany the loose strands.
He's stunning.
Xavier must see it.
"Does he hit on you too?" I ask, remembering the other day when the alpha tried to make a pass at me right in front of Cyrus.
"So you've already been a victim," Morgan muses.
"I'm surprised he even tried considering you and Cyrus are..." he stops himself, shooting me an apologetic smile.
He knows by now that I'm sensitive to the topic of us being mates.
"Morgan," Rafael calls out, looking delighted to see us as we approach.
I take note that when he registers me his face goes pale for a second and he gulps, looking to Cyrus who gives him a stern glare.
"Hi, Raf," Morgan clutches the basket of food he brought nervously once he sees Xavier.
"Well don't you look gorgeous today."
Rafael doesn't even bother to hide his obvious pass toward my friend, opening his arms to draw Morgan in for a hug when a dark brown hand closes around his collar to restrain him.
"Control yourself, for once," Xavier growls, pulling him back from the Beta.
His orange eyes flash in what I decide has to be protectiveness and I can barely hide my smile.
Maybe Rafael being here isn't so bad after all.
It's certainly putting on a show.
Rafael pouts as he's pushed aside for Xavier and Cyrus to greet us.
I steal a glance at Cyrus, come to find he's already staring intensely at me and not making any effort to be subtle.
I feel my cheeks burn, so I instead turn my attention to Xavier and Morgan's interaction.
"I... I baked these for you. Didn't want you to run out of energy today. I know how hard you've been pushing yourself lately," Morgan looks sweetly up at Xavier, pushing his hair behind his ear.
Okay, he's pulling out all the stops.
If Xavier doesn't melt for this...
"Thank... you," the Alpha says, taking the basket into his hands, sounding unsure of himself.
His face is blank, excerpt for a furrowed brow.
Oh, come on.
Is he always so... un-expressive?
"Ooh nice, can I have some?" Rafael reaches for the basket but Xavier harshly swats him away from it.
"They're for me, not you."
He clutches the basket to his chest like it's precious treasure.
I glance at Morgan, who's looking rather pleased with himself.
I'll take this as a success.
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"Cyrus. I want to practice combat already," I beg him once we're alone.
For a week or so, all we've been doing is basic exercises and my worst enemy, running.
It's only gotten a minuscule bit less agonizing.
"You are not ready," Cyrus shakes his head.
"How do you know that? You haven't even seen what I can do yet."
He stops, a devilish smirk coming to his face as his eyes lower to look at me.
I stand my ground, stubbornly holding his gaze as I cross my arms.
"What?"
"It is just, I have seen what you can do. Do you forget how we met, little wolf?"
I bite my lip, the embarrassment of the memory overcoming me.
How easily he had rendered me harmless, un-arming and pinning me down in seconds.
"That's not fair,"
"Do not get me wrong. I admire your fighting spirit. But if it had not been me..."
"Cyrus, you have no idea why I did that. I thought... I thought you were..."
I stop myself before I can continue.
I was going to say I thought he was one of Zacan's Alphas.
How did I almost slip up?
I can't afford to.
My past must stay hidden.
Always.
"You were running from someone, Koa. I do not know why you will not tell me who."
I shake my head.
"That's... besides the point. What I'm trying to say is you're not testing me. I want to try at it already."
He surveys me with a stern look, slightly furrowing his brows.
"Alright. Try. Give it your best shot,"
"R-right now?"
"Yes," he says, nodding.
Moon Goddess, being put on the spot like this is intimidating.
Especially in front of him.
I already know I'm going to humiliate myself.
But I did want this, so I have to follow through.
Aiming to take him by surprise, my fist shoots out and collides with his firm chest.
Pain emanates from my knuckles and I wince but I look up at him in surprise that he didn't block my hit.
And that's when I realize.
He didn't block it because it had absolutely no effect on him.
He hasn't budged whatsoever, I don't think he even blinked.
He only keeps looking at me expectantly.
I scowl, trying again but this time he catches my fist fast as lighting, whipping me around with ease so my back is pressed to his abdomen and I'm caged in by his arms.
I'm not hurt in the slightest but I'm winded by the sudden movement becoming overly aware of the position he's pulled me in.
I feel his abdominal muscles tense against me, so solid and built.
My stomach feels like it's doing somersaults and I swallow.
"Let me go," I exclaim, trying to wriggle out of his arms.
"Why should I? If I was a real opponent, you'd be stuck like this," his deep rumble of a voice is too close to my ear and I feel his breath against my curls as he holds me firm against him.
He's so strong, holy hell.
Then a sudden thought strikes me, bringing with it a sinking, icy feeling.
'I would never be able to get away if he didn't let me'.
Panic overcomes me as I forget where I am.
I can't see his face in this position and I quickly feel my breathing pick up as he continues to restrain me.
I try to tell myself it's Cyrus but the feel of him is so Alpha... so large in comparison to myself and the thought sparks fear into my very soul.
He could hurt me. He could snap my neck.
My wolf doesn't even care that he's our mate right now, too ensnared by the haunting memories of our past.
Of what was done to us.
"C-Cyrus, please," I whimper out, my voice shaking against my will.
He releases me immediately, as if I were hot iron.
"My moon. Have I harmed you?" he exclaims, eyes alight with concern as he takes in my state.
I'm trembling and I know he can tell.
I can only hope I was able to blink away the tears of distress in my eyes before he saw those too.
I feel so stupid.
I'm the one who asked for this and now I'm getting all sensitive.
I wrap my arms around myself, turning away.
"I'm fine, thanks. I think I'm done for today."
"Tell me what I have done, Koa. I cannot bear to see that I have made you like this and not know why," he begs, his long stride enabling him to quickly catch up with my walk toward the edge of the field.
God, why does he keep pushing?
I'm mortified enough as it is.
"I said that I'm fine," I snap, whirling on him suddenly.
"It's just as you said, I wasn't ready."
"It was more than that," he growls lowly in response to the raising of my voice.
"It shouldn't matter to you."
"How can it not? Koa, do you hate that I care for you?"
"You don't even know me."
"Because you will not let me in. Do you know how it is for me, having you so close but so far at the same time?"
The anguish in his eyes causes a stab of pain in my chest but I brush it off.
I give him a steely glare, snarling.
"Don't pull that shit on me. And, what? So you want me to let you have me? You want to fuck me, Cyrus? Get it out of your system? I guarantee once you get what all the others did you won't care less about me."
His pale cheeks bloom with color as he registers my vulgar accusation.
"That is not what I intend at all."
"So you don't want to fuck me? You don't have any of those kinds of desires?"
I raise a brow, my tone dry as sand.
The flush to his face intensifies by tenfold as he struggles to answer, opening his mouth to say something than deciding better of it, closing it again.
Hah. So he can't lie. And what did I expect, anyway?
All Alphas are the same.
"I'm just saying, don't confuse your heart with your cock. Your desire to 'know' me is purely that. 'Physical.' I'm not special, Cyrus. When are you going to see that?"
I shake my head with a sigh.
I know I've hit him where it hurts, I can see it in the pained expression on his handsome face.
My wolf whines, urging me to apologize for the outburst but I know better.
Making him hate me is the easiest way out of this.
He'll realize sooner or later I'm not worth it and stop trying.
It's better this way.
His wolf's desire to claim me is probably overwhelming right now.
That's why I called out his sexual intentions.
Once he sees that it's just the bond talking, he'll understand that we could never have real love.
I don't know how to love.
I don't know what it feels like, except for the familial love between my child and I.
Real, deep, passionate love... well, I don't believe something like that exists.
An alpha could never truly love an Omega and I will never fall for one of their kind, either.
That is just the way it is.
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listen… the scariest part about that excerpt was aelin talking about maeve toying with her memories.
“The dark queen with a spider’s smile tried to wield it against her. In the obsidian webs she wove, the illusions and dreams she spun at the culmination of each breaking point, the queen tried to twist the memory of him as a key into her mind. They were blurring. The lies and truths and memories.”
not only is this heartbreaking, but it makes me think that if she’s trapped in there for another few months, aelin might start to think that rowan never really loved her at all. that he had hated her from the beginning, and anything she thought was a loving memory was actually a lie. that even her court did not believe in her and all of her efforts were futile. that her own failures had gotten her there.
a theory circling around tumblr for a while about koa is that maeve is going to use aelin as a weapon not only against erawan, but rowan, too, when he rescues her. and that’s going to be…ugly if she fights it.
i think when she is finally rescued and safely home, her biggest fear, the biggest trauma that she’ll still hold onto about her time spent with maeve, are the memories that she will no longer have intact about her past. and that’s going to be awful—the first time she has to look at rowan and say, “i remember that this happened. was that real, or not real?” and i think that might become her new way to cope. it’s the one truth that she might not share with anyone but her mate: that she no longer even remembers the conversations and events that occurred in her past because they might all be lies, twisted and taken from her as punishment. and i think it’ll break rowan, slowly and thoroughly, when he has to answer all of these questions as he realizes how much was taken from him, too. wondering if his wife even remembers the moment that they were married, the day he got down on his knees to tie the blood oath to her, etc. it will ruin him, especially if he has to answer the most painful question of all: “you...still love me. real or not real?” because, in the end, he blames himself.
#making it its own separate post#for the meta#also would be such a thg peeta moment#still emo as hell#sof speaks#tog#rowaelin#koa#rowan whitethorn#aelin ashryver galathynius#kingdom of ash#koa meta#koa excerpt#koa spoilers#kingdom of ash spoilers#sjm#tog7#mycontent
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Kingdom of Ash Excerpt 25th August
The Prince
He had been hunting for her since the moment she was taken from him.
His mate.
He barely remembered his own name. And only recalled it because his three companions spoke it while they searched for her across violent and dark seas, through ancient and slumbering forests, over storm-swept mountains already buried in snow.
He stopped long enough to feed his body and allow his companions a few hours of sleep. Were it not for them, he would have flown off, soared far and wide.
But he would need the strength of their blades and magic, would need their cunning and wisdom before this was through.
Before he faced the dark queen who had torn into his innermost self, stealing his mate long before she had been locked in an iron coffin. And after he was done with her, after that, then he’d take on the cold-blooded gods themselves, hell-bent on destroying what might remain of his mate.
So he stayed with his companions, even as the days passed. Then the weeks.
Then months.
Still he searched. Still he hunted for her on every dusty and forgotten road.
And sometimes, he spoke along the bond between them, sending his soul on the wind to wherever she was held captive, entombed.
I will find you.
The Princess
The iron smothered her. It had snuffed out the fire in her veins, as surely as if the flames had been doused.
She could hear the water, even in the iron box, even with the iron mask and chains adorning her like ribbons of silk. The roaring; the endless rushing of water over stone. It filled the gaps between her screaming.
A sliver of island in the heart of a mist-veiled river, little more than a smooth slab of rock amid the rapids and falls. That’s where they’d put her. Stored her. In a stone temple built for some forgotten god.
As she would likely be forgotten. It was better than the alternative: to be remembered for her utter failure. If there would be anyone left to remember her. If there would be anyone left at all.
She would not allow it. That failure.
She would not tell them what they wished to know.
No matter how often her screams drowned out the raging river. No matter how often the snap of her bones cleaved through the bellowing rapids.
She had tried to keep track of the days.
But she did not know how long they had kept her in that iron box. How long they had forced her to sleep, lulled into oblivion by the sweet smoke they’d poured in while they traveled here. To this island, this temple of pain.
She did not know how long the gaps lasted between her screaming and waking. Between the pain ending and starting anew.
Days, months, years - they bled together, as her own blood often slithered over the stone floor and into the river itself.
A princess who was to live for a thousand years. Longer.
That had been her gift. It was now her curse.
Another curse to bear, as heavy as the one placed upon her long before her birth. To sacrifice her very self to right an ancient wrong. To pay another’s debt to the gods who had found their world, become trapped in it. And then ruled it.
She did not feel the warm hand of the goddess who had blessed and damned her with such terrible power. She wondered if that goddess of light and flame even cared that she now lay trapped within the iron box - or if the immortal had transferred her attentions to another. To the king who might offer himself in her stead and in yielding his life, spare their world.
The gods did not care who paid the debt. So she knew they would not come for her, save her. So she did not bother praying to them.
But she still told herself the story, still sometimes imagined that the river sang it to her. That the darkness living within the sealed coffin sang it to her as well.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom...
Down she would drift, deep into that darkness, into the sea of flame. Down so deep that when the whip cracked, when bone sundered, she sometimes did not feel it.
Most times she did.
It was during those infinite hours that she would fix her stare on her companion.
Not the queen’s hunter, who could draw out pain like a musician coaxing a melody from an instrument. But the massive white wolf, chained by invisible bonds. Forced to witness this.
There were some days when she could not stand to look at the wolf. When she had come so close, too close, to breaking. And only the story had kept her from doing so.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young...
princess who loved her kingdom...
Words she had spoken to a prince. Once - long ago.
A prince of ice and wind. A prince who had been hers, and she his. Long before the bond between their souls became known to them.
It was upon him that the task of protecting that once-glorious kingdom now fell.
The prince whose scent was kissed with pine and snow, the scent of that kingdom she had loved with her heart of wildfire.
Even when the dark queen presided over the hunter’s ministrations, the princess thought of him. Held on to his memory as if it were a rock in the raging river.
The dark queen with a spider’s smile tried to wield it against her. In the obsidian webs she wove, the illusions and dreams she spun at the culmination of each breaking point, the queen tried to twist the memory of him as a key into her mind.
They were blurring. The lies and truths and memories. Sleep and the blackness in the iron coffin. The days bound to the stone altar in the center of the room, or hanging from a hook in the ceiling, or strung up between chains anchored into the stone wall. It was all beginning to blur, like ink in water.
So she told herself the story. The darkness and the flame deep within her whispered it, too, and she sang it back to them. Locked in that coffin hidden on an island within the heart of a river, the princess recited the story, over and over, and let them unleash an eternity of pain upon her body.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom...
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It’s been a full 24 hours and I’m still:
@ that excerpt this morning
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Wearing all black BECAUSE I AM DEAD AFTER THE KINGDOM OF ASH EXCERPT JFC I AM UNWELL
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Sometimes I think about how fictional characters have saved me in so many ways. Not just when I've read their stories but also afterwards. Because I just get to imagine them whenever I feel like. I get to play out a scene in my head where Percy Jackson finds a really pretty shell on the beach and is so fascinated by it he adds it to the collection of beads on his neck. I get to think about Rowan and Aelin literally just sitting by a fire in each other's arms all safe and sound.
Sometimes I think about how I have universes to enter into just by opening a book. How I can read one page and be in Narnia. I can read one chapter and I'm suddenly in the middle of a war that's going to save a home I've never set foot in but I can call my own.
Sometimes I think about how I have cried and cried and cried for the ones I will never meet and how I cried more because I had met them in some way but it just wasn't enough. How I'll never get to say thank you for being there. Thank you for saving me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for making me.
Sometimes I think it just hits me that I'm a small human made up of chemical reactions and every explosive combination has been led by books. My chemical makeup is fictional-characters + comfort= love.
I am a patchwork of worlds I can visit in my head, and people I can love without knowing.
Sometimes I think I understand how a God feels.
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I’m still not over that excerpt.
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Petition for a fae warrior to hold me while I cry reading KoA
#koa#kingdom of ash#the excerpt killed me#im going to suffer a bazillion heart attacks and embolisms reading the book#fae warrior#i think the fae warrior should come with the book instead of the pin
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I mean I knew I was gonna cry when reading KOA but fuck I’m so incredibly unprepared
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The excerpt has officially confirmed Kingdom of Ash is going to wreck me
#koa#kingdom of ash#spoilers#excerpt#tog#throne of glass#sjm#sarah j maas#kingdom of ash spoilers#koa spoilers
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So Kingdom of Ash is going to wreck my body and soul
GIVE IT TO ME
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Create for Thra, Day 2: Original Characters (Post 2 of 2)
And now for my “baby gelfs”. I’m very nervous about introducing these to the wider world, so hopefully you all like them :). Once again, these babies are from my Maudra series. I can’t draw, and as such I don’t have any art to share - I hope you enjoy these little word sketches and the short excerpt from a piece I’m working on at the end.
Elidi – Drenchen
Elidi is the eldest daughter of Maudra Naia and Amri. She is the perfect combination of her parents. Her skin is like her mother’s, deep green with a hint of gold. Her eyes are bright blue with gold flecks – in the dark, her pupils get just as large as her father’s, rendering her iris nearly unnoticeable. During the day, her pupils are only slightly larger than a daylighter’s – it’s enough to make her sensitive to light, though, and she often wears clothing with hoods to drape over her head when the three suns are at their highest point. Her hair reaches to the middle of her thighs and is done in the traditional style of the Drenchen maudren with decorated locks and beaded braids. It is silvery-white just like her father’s, except for the streaks of deep Drenchen blue and a lighter Grottan teal. She is petite. She inherits her wings from her father’s side of the family, though they are black, purple, and indigo just like her mother’s. Elidi is cautious – though she is fierce just like her mother, she also has her father’s tendency to investigate her circumstances before charging into them. She doesn’t trust immediately, and she has a knack for reading people’s emotions and seeing through any artifice. Elidi studies vliyaya and healing with her mother and Aunt Eliona in addition to preparing to be the next Drenchen maudra. She is an extroverted introvert and prefers to spend time with family and close friends wherever possible. Although she is good in front of a crowd, being in the spotlight fills her with a nervous energy. Luckily for her, she looks less like she’s nervous and more like she’s on the prowl when she fidgets. The clan knows her to be a competent healer and leader and trusts her in her position as second-in-command to Maudra Naia.
Oria – Drenchen
Oria is Naia and Amri’s second child and is two trine younger than Elidi. She’s only a few inches shorter than her father. She inherited her intensity and her Drenchen wings from her mother, but the rest of her is all Grottan. Oria’s hair is the same silvery-white as her father’s. The humidity in Sog makes her hair slightly wavy, but by mid-day, it is almost always straight and heavy. She keeps it long, though not as long as Elidi’s, and she only keeps a few braids in her hair as a marker of her status. As her father’s star apothecary and alchemy apprentice, Oria can usually be found in the workshop, her hair messy and tied back away from her face, and goggles strapped over her eyes. Her eyes are bright gold, and her gaze is so sharp that she can intimidate people easily. Like her sister, her pupils can expand and contract depending on the ambient light. She doesn’t look much like either one of her parents, but she is a spitting image for Amri’s mother. Though she inherited her wings from Naia’s side of the family, they are a bright teal blue and glistening silver. With high cheekbones and skin that is closer to gray than green, Oria’s unique looks in the swamp of Sog make her stand out – and she loves it. While her older sister is uncomfortable in the spotlight, Oria lives for it. She’s the life of every room, and she wears her emotions on her sleeve. People know where they stand with Oria – she doesn’t wait for the invocation of hard-talk to express her feelings. She loves the water, and if she’s not in the workshop, she’s likely exploring the lakes and waterways of Sog. Oria is likely to get herself into trouble at any opportunity, and she treats rules more like guidelines. She is fiercely competitive with her younger brother, and though she is happy in her chosen career, she longs to see the world – but she can’t leave the swamp. No one can.
Zain – Drenchen
Zain is Naia and Amri’s third child and is only one trine younger than Oria. Zain is mostly deaf (except for low tones like thunder), and he uses the Dousan sign language to communicate. He is a carbon copy of his father, and during his younger years, he even wore the same hairstyle. As a young adult, he changes his style, shaving both sides of his head and keeping the rest secured back in a braided tail or bun. Zain’s skills with healing vliyaya rival those of his oldest sister, and he trains alongside her to become an advanced healer. Like Oria, he is extroverted; however, he keeps his emotions on lockdown. He values his family above all else, and though he is fiercely competitive with Oria, they have an intensely close bond. He also has a close bond with his baby sister, Zenna, and is the one Elidi goes to for advice due to his level head and calm demeanor.
Shiri – Grottan
Shiri is Deet and Rian’s second child. She was born only months before Oria, and they grew up as the best of friends. Shiri is very shy and doesn’t make new friends easily – as such, her circle is very small. Shiri’s childhood is marked by periods during which her mother is overwhelmed by grief at the loss of Shiri’s older brother, Jen. Shiri never gets the chance to know him, but she feels like she is always in his shadow. Though she is raised to follow in her mother’s footsteps as the next Grottan maudra, Shiri isn’t sure she wants to be a maudra at all. She’s got an ear for music, and she’d much rather become a song teller. She learns to play her father’s old lute in her spare time. Shiri’s got Rian’s tan skin and blue coloring, but she has Deet’s messy hair and long ears. Her eyes can adjust to the ambient light, and they are a deep blue color like her father’s. Her hair is a dirty brown with streaks of Stonewood blue, and her wings have the characteristic bright blue and orange coloring common among the Stonewood. She is the same height as her mother, and she’s quiet most of the time – unless she’s singing, that is.
Koa – Sifa
Koa’s parents are both Drenchen; however, they left Sog long ago to join the Sifa. Koa grew up on white sand beaches and on the decks of ships, but he’s always wanted to see the mainland and explore the swamps where his parents grew up. Koa is tall for a Gelfling, and he’s also bulky from his days manning the sails and loading/unloading cargo. He’s got Drenchen locks, but they are covered with Sifan bells and golden trinkets. As a young adult, Koa gets a job working on Elder Onica’s ship, which docks in Sog’s port city of Seaside, only a day’s kayaking distance from the Great Smerth.
Zenna – Drenchen
Zenna is Naia and Amri’s youngest child. Born ten trine after Zain, she is the baby of the family. She looks like her mother, though her eyes are Amri’s dark honey brown. Like her Uncle Gurjin, she is usually unruffled and steady of temperament. Though she isn’t yet sure what she wants to become, she knows she loves the ocean.
And now, an excerpt from mah girl Elidi’s POV:
“She watches the ripples on the surface above as she drifts in the current. The water is cool along her neck, crisp in a way she isn’t yet used to. She knows the concept of cold, though she’s never felt it herself before. The water isn’t cold, yet, but it has certainly changed.
The rains have not stopped for three days. The waters surrounding Great Smerth have long-since spilled over the edges of the Glenfoot, and the islands Elidi grew up knowing have vanished beneath the surface of the swollen lake. It is almost as if they never existed at all. Like her people, they are hidden away, waiting for the storm to pass.
Has it passed? She looks at the line of crystal embedded in the bluestone on the lakebed. Though the vein went clear three days ago when the suns burned as one, Elidi still hasn’t touched it. She doesn’t think she ever will. She tried once when she was a childling. Her mother had been nearby and tugged her away. Naia had clung to her when they’d surfaced, and she’d shouted at Elidi as she never had before or since. She hadn’t been angry – she’d been terrified. It’s a sound that’s never left her.
There is a great splash at the edge of the Glenfoot, and Elidi rights herself in the water column as her sister plunges to the very bottom of the lake. Oria’s at her side with two pumps of her wings, and she raises her hand immediately. Elidi presses her palm to Ori’s, and her sister’s anxious voice fills her mind.
They’re waiting for you in Mum’s chamber. They’ve been telling everyone that we need to leave Great Smerth.
Elidi’s brow wrinkles, and she looks past the ripples at the towering heights of her home. Her mother’s balcony is only three levels up. She’s accustomed to seeing her mother standing there, proud and wild. But the balcony is empty, save for the wind and the rain and stray apeknot leaves knocked loose in the deluge.
We’re not leaving Great Smerth. It’s just a bit of rain. Elidi kicks for the surface, and Ori stays with her, hand in hand.
Aunt Pemma is with them. She’s trying to keep them from starting a panic. She thinks we’re fine here in Smerth, but she wants to evacuate New Domrak.
Have they found Deet, yet?
Oria pulls her hand away. Her expression is all the answer Elidi needs, and the two girls continue to the surface surrounded only by the muffled silence of the water.
They glide over the submerged Glenfoot and toward the stairs that lead into the Great Smerth. Elidi plants her feet on the lowest stair and as soon as her head clears the water, her sense of peace is shattered. The glade is louder than she’s ever heard it. People are calling out to one another on the rope and wood pathways strung through the canopy above, and as Gelfling move their belongings out of the residences on the ground floor, the Stone’s Way echoes in a cacophony of anxiety.
She takes a deep, steadying breath, and then she climbs the staircase, exiting the lake and entering the great tree. She keeps her head high, attempting to project a sense of confidence that she doesn’t feel. When will Mother come back? she asks herself. Perhaps they’ll stop panicking when Mother comes back…
Oria remains at her side, only one step behind, all the way to the third floor landing. Elidi can hear the council members bickering all the way in the hall, and she exchanges a frustrated glance with her sister before entering the room.
She stands tall and says nothing until they all look at her and come to a silence. It’s something her mother taught her long ago, and with her short stature, it’s a technique she depends on to gain attention. Her Aunt Pemma gives her a firm nod of approval, and she can feel Oria standing behind her, tall and firm. She’ll hug her sister and her aunt later. For now, she has a job to do.
She catches every eye in the room, then raises a single eyebrow. “Which of you are responsible for all this huff-puff, then?”
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