The fish burned my throat.
Iโd never really had much of a home, so I, perhaps naively, thought I would be immune to homesickness. Not true, it turned out. There were many things I missed about Threll, even about the Mikov estate, the only home I had known for my adult life. Near the top of that list was food that didnโt hurt to eat. Arans, apparently, confused โtasteโ with โpain.โ Or at least, Max did.
He kept turning that glass flower around and around in his fingers as I ate. To my delight, he had nothing bad to say about it.
โNow you just have to learn how to do that in seconds instead of hours.โ
โI will,โ I replied, even though the prospect of it seemed dizzily daunting. โWe will continue after eating.โ
I said this very casually, even though my stomach clenched at the thought. The floor felt like it was shifting beneath my feet, like I was back on that wretched boat with my infected back.
Max scoffed. โLike hell we will. You need at least a few hours to rest.โ
โI feel fine.โ
Untrue. But I had no time for rest. And besides, the thought of lying there with nothing to occupy myself but my
thoughts seemed far more intimidating than forcing myself through exhaustion.
Max gave me a narrowed stare that pierced my lie. โYou pushed yourself too hard. Wielding expends a lot of energy, and youโve been doing it nonstop for the last twenty hours.โ
โIt worked.โ
โThis time. You wonโt always be so lucky.โ He shifted in his chair, opening his mouth as if he were about to speak. But before he could, the front door swung open and Sammerin stood there.
โThank you, as always, for knocking. So very polite.โ Max cast a glance over his shoulder, though Sammerin offered no response other than a smirk and a delicate shrug. โDid you bring our favorite apprentice-sized ball of destruction? Because if so, heโs not allowed in the house. Or the garden. I suppose he can sit very very still in a corner somewhere, touching nothing.โ
โMoth is visiting his mother.โ Sammerin slid into the chair beside Max. โThank the Ascended.โ
โAnd you choose to spend your precious freedom with us? How sweet.โ
โLimited freedom. I have a client soon.โ Sammerinโs gaze settled on me, pausing for a moment. I wondered if he heard it too โ the โus.โ โHow are you, Tisaanah? You look a bitโโ
โIโm fine,โ I replied, at the exact same time that Max said, โShe spent all night making this.โ
He handed Sammerin my glass flower, who examined it thoughtfully before glancing from Max to me. โGood work.โ โThank you,โ I said, at the exact same time that Max
remarked, โItโs acceptable.โ
โHm.โ Sammerin looked from me, to Max, back to me. I was not typically one to be self-conscious, but I had to resist the urge to squirm beneath the assessing weight of his gaze.
โClient?โ I asked.
โSammerin is a healer,โ Max said. Frankly, it was a relief to hear that answering for others was not just something he did to me.
โLike Willa?โ
โNot quite,โ Sammerin said. โThe result is the same, but the process is different.โ
โValtain are internal. Solarie are external.โ Max said this as if it was a self-contained explanation, but I was left turning those syllables around against my tongue.
In-turn-ul. Ex-tern-ul.
โWhat does that mean?โ I finally asked. I hated the taste of every word, suddenly too aware of the thick tang of my accent.
โValtain areโฆโ Max chewed, thinking for a moment. โWhen Willa heals you, she is, in a sense, talking to your body. Encouraging it to grow and heal, feeding your life force from within.โ He jabbed his fork toward Sammerin. โWhen Sammerin does it, heโs physically moving flesh, patching it together and melding it at a small, small level. The end result is similar, but the approaches are massively different. Sammerinโs way hurts much more.โ
โBut, itโs far better for serious injuries like broken bones,โ Sammerin added, with a faint tinge of defensiveness. โAnd faster.โ
โWhen things get particularly nasty,โ Max said, โitโs best to have both.โ
I wondered if he knew from experience.
โI see.โ At least, I somewhat did. The boundaries would become more clearly defined, I was sure, the longer I spent in Ara. I had met a Solarie only once โ a beautiful raven-haired woman who had attended one of Esmarisโs parties. She was the wife of a Lord, but was unusually kind to me for a noble, enhancing my performances with conjurings of little dancing lights and making the gold statues undulate as if they were moving with me. It was clear to me then
that she used magic differently than I did, but I didnโt fully understand how.
โAnyway, with that little lessonโฆโ Max stood up and started down the hall towards the washroom, leaving Sammerin and I in awkward silence. I chewed the final forkful of my scalding fish.
Sammerin spoke first. โIt looks like his attitude has changed since I was last here.โ
โNo choice. There was no one else.โ
I said this matter-of-factly, as if we didnโt both already know it was far from enough to change Maxโs mind.
โIt takes a great deal to convince Max to do something,โ Sammerin said, stroking his beard. โBut when he does it, heย doesย it. For exampleโฆโ
He gestured at the window and I followed his gaze. I realized that he was referencing the gardens, sprawling out from the cottage in every direction.
โHe made the whole thing?โ I asked.
โPlanted every single flower. It was obsessive. But he does nothing halfway.โ
โHe could be good teacher.โ I paused, then added, purely out of pettiness, โMaybe.โ
Sammerin shook his head slowly, his eyes crinkling with an intrigued smile. โThere is no could. Maxย willย be the best teacher you can find anywhere in Ara.โ He leaned back, head poised in a thoughtful tilt. โCurious.โ
โMAX! Did you know that thereโs a beautiful woman asleep in your house?โ
I snapped my eyes open to see a mass of curly golden hair hovering over my face, fingers sweeping my hair off my forehead.
I let out a wordless yelp, jumping up in bed. A stunning young woman, bright face framed by wild golden curls, perched at the edge of my bed. She smiled at me in unfettered admiration.
Holy gods, was I dreaming?
My window revealed a sky that was only barely tinted purple, the room hazy with the dusky light of almost-dawn. I had crawled into bed early that night and fallen into a sleep so deep that it seemed only a shade away from death. It did not seem out of the question that I was having some sort of strange, waking dream.
โHello,โ the woman said. Her fingers traced my cheek, following the edge of my patch of tan skin.
A Thereni greeting sat at the tip of my stunned tongue, tangling with the word โhelloโ, but I was too shocked and disoriented to spit out either one.
โI thought living in the middle of nowhere meant that I didnโt have to lock my doors. What did I ever do to make my house so welcoming?โ Maxโs voice, rough with sleep, approached from the hallway. โI really tried to be as unpleasant as possible.โ
He appeared in the doorway, and I glanced at him before quickly looking away.
He stood there leaning against the frame, patting hair that stuck up at the back of his head. Crumpled linen pants rested low on his hips, and he was shirtless, lean muscle shifting across his stomach and chest as he yawned.
He lookedโฆย differentย than I would have expected,
considering that his main hobbies appeared to be drinking and enthusiastically doing nothing.
I noticed this and then promptly tried to un-notice it.
โMax.โ The womanโs voice was a gasp of amazement. She moved from my bed to the doorway, where she ran her hands through Maxโs hair. Her simple white dress floated around her ankles. She was barefoot. โYou lookย beautiful.โ
A lover, perhaps? Somehow that didnโt seem quite right.
โThanks, Miraselle.โ His voice was flat. He winced, pulling away from her hands. โHavenโt seen you around here in awhile.โ
Miraselle didnโt even appear to hear him. Instead she looked back at me with the amazement of a child, pressing her palms together. โLook at her. Isnโt sheย lovely?ย Look at that eye! Itโs the same color as the sun through the leaves! Did you notice that sheโs two different colors?โ
Max and I glanced at each other. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wondered if I should be alarmed that he was so un-alarmed.
โI did, in fact, notice that.โ He sighed and rubbed his eyes. โWhere have you been?โ
โI traveled the coast all the way to the Capital.โ โI told you that wasnโt a good idea.โ
Miraselle spread her arms out. โThe wind justย tookย me,
Max!โ
Every word she spoke was a sing-song note, breathy and amazed. It seemedโฆ off. And the more I watched her, the more something seemed strange about her stare, as if it looked past me, past Max, past everything that touched her delighted gaze.
Max sighed. Then he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, nudging her out the doorway. โItโs not even sunrise yet. Let’s go.โ
They padded down the hall. I slid out of bed and followed, too curious to remain in my room.
When I reached the living room, the door was already open and Miraselle swooned against it, face tilted to the garden. โOh, how I missed the flowers here.โ
โRightfully,โ Max said. โTheyโre worlds better than the fussy terraces you saw in the Capital.โ
A lovely smile spread across her face. โI missed you, Max. You are soย nice.ย I always loved that youโre such aย niceย person.โ
If I hadnโt been so perplexed, I would have laughed at that characterization.
โThanks, Miraselle,โ he replied, unaffected.
And then, she spun to face me. โAnd youโฆYouโre just so
lovely, Tisaanah. Trulyย beautiful.โ
โThank you,โ I replied, because I wasnโt sure what else to say.
It took me a moment to realize that I had never told her my name.
โDonโt get into trouble,โ Max said to her, but by then, Miraselle had floated out the door, transfixed by the flowers.
He closed it behind her and let out an exasperated sigh. โAscended. What a way to wake up.โ
โWhat isโฆ wrong of her?โ
โWhat makes you think anything is wrong with her?โ
I gave him a look that silently reprimanded him for having the audacity to think Iโm stupid.
โSheโs harmless,โ he said. โShe just wanders around. Sheโs a little strange, but I suppose that makes sense, since she wasnโt always human.โ
Wasnโt alwaysย human?ย โWhat was she?โ I asked,
immediately fascinated. โA hummingbird.โ
I blinked blankly at him. He picked one of the many gold figurines off the mantel and tossed it to me. โLike this.โ
I looked down at the image of the bird in my palm โ the pointed wings and long beaks. We had them in Threll, too, though of course the Thereni word was different. My nose scrunched up. โAย huhm-ing-berd,โ I repeated, practicing the word.
I got the distinct feeling he was teasing me.
โYes,โ Max replied, a little too casually. โShe wanted to be a person, so I made her into one.โ
โYouย madeย herโโ
โYes.โ
โYou canโโ
โYes.โ
I glanced at the figurine, then at Max, who looked far too pleased with himself. โYou are lying,โ I said. โMaking joke.โ
โMe? Never. Iโm thoroughly humorless.โ He yawned. โAnyway, Iโm sure weโll see her here more often. She likes the flowers. Understandable, I suppose.โ
Roughly three-fourths of me was sure that he was messing with me. The other quarter thought that he was, at the very least, heavily exaggerating.
โItโs too early. Iโm not made for this.โ Max began slinking back towards his bedroom. โHopefully I can get a few more hours of sleep without anyone else wandering into my house, since that is, apparently, the fashionable thing to do these days.โ
I stood in the living room for a few minutes longer, the bird figurine still in my hand, thinking about the emptiness behind Miraselleโs features. Then I rose my gaze to follow Maxโs bare back sauntering down the hall. A long, angry scar slashed across it, starting at his right shoulder and falling all the way to his left hip, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
Interesting. Interesting, indeed.