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Chapter no 13

Daughter of No Worlds

The fish burned my throat.

Iโ€™d 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 didnโ€™t hurt to eat. Arans, apparently, confused โ€œtasteโ€ with โ€œpain.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.

โ€œNow you just have to learn how to do that in seconds instead of hours.โ€

โ€œI will,โ€ I replied, even though the prospect of it seemed dizzily daunting. โ€œWe 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. โ€œLike hell we will. You need at least a few hours to rest.โ€

โ€œI 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. โ€œYou pushed yourself too hard. Wielding expends a lot of energy, and youโ€™ve been doing it nonstop for the last twenty hours.โ€

โ€œIt worked.โ€

โ€œThis time. You wonโ€™t 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.

โ€œThank 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. โ€œDid you bring our favorite apprentice-sized ball of destruction? Because if so, heโ€™s not allowed in the house. Or the garden. I suppose he can sit very very still in a corner somewhere, touching nothing.โ€

โ€œMoth is visiting his mother.โ€ Sammerin slid into the chair beside Max. โ€œThank the Ascended.โ€

โ€œAnd you choose to spend your precious freedom with us? How sweet.โ€

โ€œLimited freedom. I have a client soon.โ€ Sammerinโ€™s gaze settled on me, pausing for a moment. I wondered if he heard it too โ€” the โ€œus.โ€ โ€œHow are you, Tisaanah? You look a bitโ€”โ€

โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ I replied, at the exact same time that Max said, โ€œShe spent all night making this.โ€

He handed Sammerin my glass flower, who examined it thoughtfully before glancing from Max to me. โ€œGood work.โ€ โ€œThank you,โ€ I said, at the exact same time that Max

remarked, โ€œItโ€™s acceptable.โ€

โ€œHm.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.

โ€œClient?โ€ I asked.

โ€œSammerin 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.

โ€œLike Willa?โ€

โ€œNot quite,โ€ Sammerin said. โ€œThe result is the same, but the process is different.โ€

โ€œValtain 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.

โ€œWhat does that mean?โ€ I finally asked. I hated the taste of every word, suddenly too aware of the thick tang of my accent.

โ€œValtain areโ€ฆโ€ Max chewed, thinking for a moment. โ€œWhen 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. โ€œWhen Sammerin does it, heโ€™s 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. Sammerinโ€™s way hurts much more.โ€

โ€œBut, itโ€™s far better for serious injuries like broken bones,โ€ Sammerin added, with a faint tinge of defensiveness. โ€œAnd faster.โ€

โ€œWhen things get particularly nasty,โ€ Max said, โ€œitโ€™s best to have both.โ€

I wondered if he knew from experience.

โ€œI 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 Esmarisโ€™s 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 didnโ€™t fully understand how.

โ€œAnyway, with that little lessonโ€ฆโ€ 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. โ€œIt looks like his attitude has changed since I was last here.โ€

โ€œNo choice. There was no one else.โ€

I said this matter-of-factly, as if we didnโ€™t both already know it was far from enough to change Maxโ€™s mind.

โ€œIt takes a great deal to convince Max to do something,โ€ Sammerin said, stroking his beard. โ€œBut when he does it, heย doesย it. For exampleโ€ฆโ€

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.

โ€œHe made the whole thing?โ€ I asked.

โ€œPlanted every single flower. It was obsessive. But he does nothing halfway.โ€

โ€œHe could be good teacher.โ€ I paused, then added, purely out of pettiness, โ€œMaybe.โ€

Sammerin shook his head slowly, his eyes crinkling with an intrigued smile. โ€œThere 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. โ€œCurious.โ€

 

 

โ€œMAX! Did you know that thereโ€™s 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.

โ€œHello,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 โ€œhelloโ€, but I was too shocked and disoriented to spit out either one.

โ€œI thought living in the middle of nowhere meant that I didnโ€™t have to lock my doors. What did I ever do to make my house so welcoming?โ€ Maxโ€™s voice, rough with sleep, approached from the hallway. โ€œI 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 lookedโ€ฆย 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.

โ€œMax.โ€ The womanโ€™s voice was a gasp of amazement. She moved from my bed to the doorway, where she ran her hands through Maxโ€™s hair. Her simple white dress floated around her ankles. She was barefoot. โ€œYou lookย beautiful.โ€

A lover, perhaps? Somehow that didnโ€™t seem quite right.

โ€œThanks, Miraselle.โ€ His voice was flat. He winced, pulling away from her hands. โ€œHavenโ€™t seen you around here in awhile.โ€

Miraselle didnโ€™t even appear to hear him. Instead she looked back at me with the amazement of a child, pressing her palms together. โ€œLook at her. Isnโ€™t sheย lovely?ย Look at that eye! Itโ€™s the same color as the sun through the leaves! Did you notice that sheโ€™s 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.

โ€œI did, in fact, notice that.โ€ He sighed and rubbed his eyes. โ€œWhere have you been?โ€

โ€œI traveled the coast all the way to the Capital.โ€ โ€œI told you that wasnโ€™t a good idea.โ€

Miraselle spread her arms out. โ€œThe wind justย tookย me,

Max!โ€

Every word she spoke was a sing-song note, breathy and amazed. It seemedโ€ฆ 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. โ€œItโ€™s 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. โ€œOh, how I missed the flowers here.โ€

โ€œRightfully,โ€ Max said. โ€œTheyโ€™re worlds better than the fussy terraces you saw in the Capital.โ€

A lovely smile spread across her face. โ€œI missed you, Max. You are soย nice.ย I always loved that youโ€™re such aย niceย person.โ€

If I hadnโ€™t been so perplexed, I would have laughed at that characterization.

โ€œThanks, Miraselle,โ€ he replied, unaffected.

And then, she spun to face me. โ€œAnd youโ€ฆYouโ€™re just so

lovely, Tisaanah. Trulyย beautiful.โ€

โ€œThank you,โ€ I replied, because I wasnโ€™t sure what else to say.

It took me a moment to realize that I had never told her my name.

โ€œDonโ€™t 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. โ€œAscended. What a way to wake up.โ€

โ€œWhat isโ€ฆ wrong of her?โ€

โ€œWhat makes you think anything is wrong with her?โ€

I gave him a look that silently reprimanded him for having the audacity to think Iโ€™m stupid.

โ€œSheโ€™s harmless,โ€ he said. โ€œShe just wanders around. Sheโ€™s a little strange, but I suppose that makes sense, since she wasnโ€™t always human.โ€

Wasnโ€™t alwaysย human?ย โ€œWhat was she?โ€ I asked,

immediately fascinated. โ€œA hummingbird.โ€

I blinked blankly at him. He picked one of the many gold figurines off the mantel and tossed it to me. โ€œLike 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. โ€œAย huhm-ing-berd,โ€ I repeated, practicing the word.

I got the distinct feeling he was teasing me.

โ€œYes,โ€ Max replied, a little too casually. โ€œShe wanted to be a person, so I made her into one.โ€

โ€œYouย madeย herโ€”โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œYou canโ€”โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

I glanced at the figurine, then at Max, who looked far too pleased with himself. โ€œYou are lying,โ€ I said. โ€œMaking joke.โ€

โ€œMe? Never. Iโ€™m thoroughly humorless.โ€ He yawned. โ€œAnyway, Iโ€™m sure weโ€™ll 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.

โ€œItโ€™s too early. Iโ€™m not made for this.โ€ Max began slinking back towards his bedroom. โ€œHopefully 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 Miraselleโ€™s features. Then I rose my gaze to follow Maxโ€™s 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.

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