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villages to prevent being detected. Jamison warned them not to make contact with other people or even leave the region for quite some time. Years at best or until their children reached an appropriate age for marriage. Madison had the feeling that a few of them suspected that they were not human. They presumed that their rescuers had been sent by God to protect them. Madison paid no mind to their reasoning, so long as they were left in relative safety.
She was growing anxious to leave and find Jayden. Mahkah gave them a generous supply of the rayen to protect them from the illness before also giving them the horses . They were confused by this gesture of kindness, uncertain of how their rescuers would make way without horses. But Mahkah assured them in their language that he would have no need for them where he was going. They efficiently began building new homes for their people by the time Madison, Jamison and the Sioux men had left.
Madison had only spent a matter of days with them. But she knew that they had better control over their thirst. She saw it in the way they carried themselves and how Inazin had guided his people. The way they treated those within their tribe with respect and loyalty had been qualities she had only ever seen in Jamison. She knew they were chosen for this because they were the strongest of his people.
Akecheta looked as though he accepted Madison’s presence, almost welcoming her to their newly formed ‘tribe.’ He trusted Jamison’s judgment, and therefore she was treated with respect. But Jamison was their leader. The chief in their lands had proclaimed him so. Nayati on the other hand felt that he had something to prove to them. Younger in appearance, yet a man by his tribe’s standards, he wanted everyone to know that he was as capable as they were, particularly Madison. She however, had not yet proven her potential in his mind.
Jamison dressed them in tunics and trousers just as he always wore. Their long hair remained a symbol of their strength and their origins. Madison wore her hair down in the same fashion. She liked this about them. It was the only reminiscence they had from their people. Even Jamison had left his hair down. It had grown since she last saw him. He obviously made an effort to blend with them in the past.
Once t hey reached a reasonable distance from the Rhine, they ran with the given speed that always gave Madison a thrill. She let the Sioux men lead, staying behind them with Jamison not far from her side. Lyndon had left traces of his rayen everywhere he went. It was easy to pick up the trail he left behind. He was visibly genuine in his efforts to place rayen where ever it could diminish the sickness. She thought for a moment that there may be something redeemable in him. If he could be given the cure from the thirst, he could possibly be saved. Jamison shared in these sentiments, even though he held Lyndon equally responsible as Caspar for the plague.
“Only a fool would attempt to recreate a vampyr without understanding what one is,” said Jamison. “We have yet to fully comprehend it ourselves.”
Madison tri ed to remind him that Lyndon was not fully responsible, and that he was the one to tell her about the rayen. But he remained slightly bitter from Lyndon’s in-direct attempt to burn his sister alive by luring her to Caspar. Madison was relieved only to see that Jamison had developed some sort of character flaw. He appeared almost too noble in his resolve at times.
They kept to thickly wooded forests or coastlines along the sea. Moving without being detected was crucial now that Jayden was possibly in a considerable amount of danger. In any other situation, Jamison would have insisted they stop to listen for any other possible vampyrs that could have been created by Caspar and Lyndon’s foolishness, but he agreed with Madison that getting to Jayden was now a priority. Jayden had helped Madison in a time when she was not completely capable of
She was growing anxious to leave and find Jayden. Mahkah gave them a generous supply of the rayen to protect them from the illness before also giving them the horses . They were confused by this gesture of kindness, uncertain of how their rescuers would make way without horses. But Mahkah assured them in their language that he would have no need for them where he was going. They efficiently began building new homes for their people by the time Madison, Jamison and the Sioux men had left.
Madison had only spent a matter of days with them. But she knew that they had better control over their thirst. She saw it in the way they carried themselves and how Inazin had guided his people. The way they treated those within their tribe with respect and loyalty had been qualities she had only ever seen in Jamison. She knew they were chosen for this because they were the strongest of his people.
Akecheta looked as though he accepted Madison’s presence, almost welcoming her to their newly formed ‘tribe.’ He trusted Jamison’s judgment, and therefore she was treated with respect. But Jamison was their leader. The chief in their lands had proclaimed him so. Nayati on the other hand felt that he had something to prove to them. Younger in appearance, yet a man by his tribe’s standards, he wanted everyone to know that he was as capable as they were, particularly Madison. She however, had not yet proven her potential in his mind.
Jamison dressed them in tunics and trousers just as he always wore. Their long hair remained a symbol of their strength and their origins. Madison wore her hair down in the same fashion. She liked this about them. It was the only reminiscence they had from their people. Even Jamison had left his hair down. It had grown since she last saw him. He obviously made an effort to blend with them in the past.
Once t hey reached a reasonable distance from the Rhine, they ran with the given speed that always gave Madison a thrill. She let the Sioux men lead, staying behind them with Jamison not far from her side. Lyndon had left traces of his rayen everywhere he went. It was easy to pick up the trail he left behind. He was visibly genuine in his efforts to place rayen where ever it could diminish the sickness. She thought for a moment that there may be something redeemable in him. If he could be given the cure from the thirst, he could possibly be saved. Jamison shared in these sentiments, even though he held Lyndon equally responsible as Caspar for the plague.
“Only a fool would attempt to recreate a vampyr without understanding what one is,” said Jamison. “We have yet to fully comprehend it ourselves.”
Madison tri ed to remind him that Lyndon was not fully responsible, and that he was the one to tell her about the rayen. But he remained slightly bitter from Lyndon’s in-direct attempt to burn his sister alive by luring her to Caspar. Madison was relieved only to see that Jamison had developed some sort of character flaw. He appeared almost too noble in his resolve at times.
They kept to thickly wooded forests or coastlines along the sea. Moving without being detected was crucial now that Jayden was possibly in a considerable amount of danger. In any other situation, Jamison would have insisted they stop to listen for any other possible vampyrs that could have been created by Caspar and Lyndon’s foolishness, but he agreed with Madison that getting to Jayden was now a priority. Jayden had helped Madison in a time when she was not completely capable of
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