Kirienne NigheanSidhe lay tossing and turning in
the
massive bed that she shared with her husband, Tylen BardanSidhe. Although
she
had not taken more than a few hours of sleep in total over the past week or
so,
sleep eluded her this night. Her mind was reeling with a storm of emotions
she
had thought never to experience.
She
sat up and shook Tylen, who was having no trouble sleeping. He reacted as a
warrior, waking quickly and reaching for the long dagger that lay concealed
beneath his pillow. His actions
gave
Kirienne some small amusement and she giggled lightly as she spoke,
“Milord
husband, ‘tis glad I am to see your reflexes still so quick but ye have
no need
of that blade this night, nothing fell has entered
here.”
With a slight wave of his hand, Tylen caused the
candles in the wall sconces to light themselves. He took a look into
Kirienne’s
pewter eyes and
frowned
at what he saw there; her mirthful giggle had been but a mask of her true
mood.
Her powerful eyes could not hide the emotion that had gripped her during
the
night, an emotion that very rarely came upon those of
their
race.
If Tylen read her correctly, and from a lifetime of knowing her, he was
sure he
had, her eyes told him that a spell of melancholy had come upon her,
ensorcelling
her sometime during the night.
He
drew her tightly into his arms as he saw a single tear slide down her
cheek. As
he stroked and tenderly kissed her hair he asked, “What troubles ye so
me
heart?”
“Naught me love,” she tried to
reassure him, but being unable to tell a falsehood she failed miserably.
“I
see pain in yer eyes, lass, what be the cause of it?” He
queried.
Her response was a kiss and a gentle
nudge of a ‘sleep spell’ which
encouraged
him to return to sleep –he had gone without sleep far longer that she,
it had
been over two weeks since he took any real rest and the nudge of her spell
took
effect quickly.
He
had just entered into a deep, dreamless sleep when she shook him awake and
asked, “Oh Ty me love, do ye think they remember us? Do ye think they have even sparred us a stray thought in
all
these years?”
“Who?” He mumbled in a sleepy voice,
unsure of what or whom she was speaking.
Kirienne snuggled closer against
him, her face buried against his chest, “The Alliance, lad, do ye think
they
even cared when SilverFlight fell? Or were we only an expendable weapon in
their eyes?”
The
tall Sidhe placed a finger under his wife’s chin and lifted her face so
that he
could gaze into her eyes. He became troubled as he saw the turmoil of her
heart
reflected there.
“Me dearest lass, I dinna recall in
alla me days ever seeing you in such a mood. What has caused this grief to
yer
heart?”
Kirienne
snuggled even more closely against her husband, and as he held her she
finally
gave voice to what lay so heavily on her heart.
“I
am wondering, love, are there any yet with the Alliance who remember
us? Are there any yet there who were
comrades in
some battle or another, or have they gone on to other lives or been felled
in
battle?
Tylen,
what of those I fought side by side with on those many missions that took
me to
Port Lansing? What has become of
them? Are they all so long gone
to the
stars that they dinna call on me for aid in the battle? Oh, me love, I be
sworn
for all the rest of the days of time to fight against the darkness but none
call me to the fray. Have we been forgotten by those we would
defend?"
Tylen pressed his lips to hers,
thinking it the most pleasurable way to quiet her. When he parted from the kiss he spoke softly, “Milady,
I canna
guess as to their fates nor to their memories, but I can hazard a guess at
your
receiving
no call. Dearest, they be mortals, most of whom dinna believe in the
‘old
ways’, so they have kenning as to your abilities ‘beyond the
grave’ as it were.
Kirienne, lass, the Alliance has record that we fell in battle and ‘tis
no the
way of mortals to call upon a ghost, even in need. Be ye willing to accept it or no, to them we are nothing
more.”
Kirienne moved from the bed to sit
in her throne-like chair, poured herself a glass of wine and drank deeply
before giving voice to her new thoughts.
As she spoke, a slight smile began to crease her lips and a twinkle
of
mischievousness danced in her eyes.
“Oh,
me thinks there is a way..”
There was no response from her
husband who had yet again fallen back to sleep. She set the goblet of wine
down
on the small table next to her chair, and crept silently to the bed. When she judged her distance to be
just
right, she leapt into the air and landed, quite gently, atop her
life-bonded
mate. Before he could react, she
began
smothering him with playful kisses.
Tylen
slowly opened one eye, not wanting to reveal to Kirienne just yet that he
was
awake. He was basking in the attention being lavished upon him and did not
want
to spoil the moment. Soon, her
kisses
stopped and she began to softly sing snatches of an old battle tune while
playfully braiding his hair. The
object
of Kirienne’s attentions could no longer play at being asleep; in one
quick,
smooth motion he moved his wife to sit beside him as he sat himself
up.
He commented lightly, a smile of
mischief upon his face, “ Well now,
this
mood is more to my liking. ‘Tis glad I am to see you free from the spell
which
had you bound in melancholy.”
“Ah, me dearest”, she replied. “I
have thought me a way to join the fight whether they welcome us or no; our
comrades who now carry me banner even as they fight at times alongside the
Alliance, will surely no turn us away.
We will simply go to the battle dance with them. They at least will
show
us a warriors hospitality and fight at our sides.”
Soon Kirienne was sleeping
peacefully, looking quite the picture of innocence, except for the slight
mischievous grin, which still creased her lips.
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