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advantage, the purpose of it…” Morna says thoughtfully.
“I think that is at the root of the conflict we find ourselves in, even now.” Luca says. He rises and says, “Eat, wench! I will go make a hot bath for you.” He kisses her passionately and leaves the room. Morna sits on the bed to remove the splint on her arm and eats her fill of Damian’s junk food stash. She thanks God for the day she met that boy. After she finishes eating she cleans up her wrappers and empty cans, and then puts up a buffer spell around the cottage and joins her mate in the bathing room.
Outside Damian laughs, “Am I imagining things or did Morna just put up one of those buffer spells?” he asks Elias quietly.
Elias looks up from reorganizing his medical supplies and says, “Huh! What do you know? Kid, how did you feel that? I didn’t detect it until you mentioned it, and I am a Spell Weaver.”
“I don’t know,” admits Philip. “But I seem to be more aware magic things since I got that Moonlight blessing and since Bronwyn has been coaching me in how to deal with magic. Breena think I may have some psychic ability. Perhaps that explains it. Maybe it’s just being here in Middle-world, I don‘t know.”
“You are either a very quick learner or you have a little magic in you,” says Elias thoughtfully.
Damian leans over and quietly speaks to Elias. “Luca said Almeda isn’t really dead. He could still hear a very faint heartbeat when Ari struck her down. He thinks someone is controlling Ari. He wants you to act like you are taking her body back to Alfheim for burial.”
“Who would be powerful enough to control Ari?” Elias asks skeptically.
“I don’t know,” says Valliant as he joins them. “But Luca is correct about one thing. I went to check on Almeda, she lives. But just barely. We need to get her to a healer soon.”
“How the hell can I hide that from Magdrid?” Elias wonders out loud.
Valliant says, “I should take her back to Asgard with me. Our healers can reanimate her easily enough.”
“That’s probably the better solution. I am going to run by my old cottage and clean up and change clothes. I can’t go to Alfheim dressed like this,” he says as he looks down at his cargo shorts, running shoes and t-shirt. “I’ll come back with Magdrid.” The rest of the Spell Weavers in their little group join him for the trip into the village of Airendell.
George is thoughtful as he watches them go and says; “I wish we had time for me to go see Airendell. I have heard stories about that place and Spell Weavers since I was a kid. One of our elders visited here for a time. She greatly admired the Weaver‘s commitment protecting mortals. She was particularly impressed with one child, a little red haired warrior child.”
Valliant laughs and says; “I bet we all know which little girl your elder was so impressed with. “ He smiles proudly and then says; “Take heart lads, you will see it when we get back. Now that Morna can freely enter this realm, she will be back very soon to look after her people. I know my Baby Girl, she will not allow Magdrid to continue to ruin her Clan,” Valliant assures them with a hearty slap on the back. “Besides, in a very short time you will see one of the most magical places in existence, Asgard. Home of the Norse gods. Let‘s go get Almeda and hide her from Magdrid and her cronies. Besides, I think we should give my daughter a little time to… uh… ‘rest’ with her mate.” He laughs uproariously because he suspects his daughter isn’t resting at all.
Morna comes out of the bathing room and finds Luca staring at their bed. She can tell by the look on his face that he is thinking of the last time they were here together in this room. The day Aideen was born. The day Morna died the first time.
She takes a moment just to look at her mate. She has always found him so
“I think that is at the root of the conflict we find ourselves in, even now.” Luca says. He rises and says, “Eat, wench! I will go make a hot bath for you.” He kisses her passionately and leaves the room. Morna sits on the bed to remove the splint on her arm and eats her fill of Damian’s junk food stash. She thanks God for the day she met that boy. After she finishes eating she cleans up her wrappers and empty cans, and then puts up a buffer spell around the cottage and joins her mate in the bathing room.
Outside Damian laughs, “Am I imagining things or did Morna just put up one of those buffer spells?” he asks Elias quietly.
Elias looks up from reorganizing his medical supplies and says, “Huh! What do you know? Kid, how did you feel that? I didn’t detect it until you mentioned it, and I am a Spell Weaver.”
“I don’t know,” admits Philip. “But I seem to be more aware magic things since I got that Moonlight blessing and since Bronwyn has been coaching me in how to deal with magic. Breena think I may have some psychic ability. Perhaps that explains it. Maybe it’s just being here in Middle-world, I don‘t know.”
“You are either a very quick learner or you have a little magic in you,” says Elias thoughtfully.
Damian leans over and quietly speaks to Elias. “Luca said Almeda isn’t really dead. He could still hear a very faint heartbeat when Ari struck her down. He thinks someone is controlling Ari. He wants you to act like you are taking her body back to Alfheim for burial.”
“Who would be powerful enough to control Ari?” Elias asks skeptically.
“I don’t know,” says Valliant as he joins them. “But Luca is correct about one thing. I went to check on Almeda, she lives. But just barely. We need to get her to a healer soon.”
“How the hell can I hide that from Magdrid?” Elias wonders out loud.
Valliant says, “I should take her back to Asgard with me. Our healers can reanimate her easily enough.”
“That’s probably the better solution. I am going to run by my old cottage and clean up and change clothes. I can’t go to Alfheim dressed like this,” he says as he looks down at his cargo shorts, running shoes and t-shirt. “I’ll come back with Magdrid.” The rest of the Spell Weavers in their little group join him for the trip into the village of Airendell.
George is thoughtful as he watches them go and says; “I wish we had time for me to go see Airendell. I have heard stories about that place and Spell Weavers since I was a kid. One of our elders visited here for a time. She greatly admired the Weaver‘s commitment protecting mortals. She was particularly impressed with one child, a little red haired warrior child.”
Valliant laughs and says; “I bet we all know which little girl your elder was so impressed with. “ He smiles proudly and then says; “Take heart lads, you will see it when we get back. Now that Morna can freely enter this realm, she will be back very soon to look after her people. I know my Baby Girl, she will not allow Magdrid to continue to ruin her Clan,” Valliant assures them with a hearty slap on the back. “Besides, in a very short time you will see one of the most magical places in existence, Asgard. Home of the Norse gods. Let‘s go get Almeda and hide her from Magdrid and her cronies. Besides, I think we should give my daughter a little time to… uh… ‘rest’ with her mate.” He laughs uproariously because he suspects his daughter isn’t resting at all.
Morna comes out of the bathing room and finds Luca staring at their bed. She can tell by the look on his face that he is thinking of the last time they were here together in this room. The day Aideen was born. The day Morna died the first time.
She takes a moment just to look at her mate. She has always found him so
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