Bloodwalk - James P. Davis [44]
Finally, a consensus reached, the branches untangled from one another and returned to their natural positions. The pale eyes appeared again, shyly from behind the trees, hiding themselves as they once again spoke in unison.
"We will comply. The pale sisters are at your service, but we keep our loyalty to ourselves."
Morgynn smiled and returned the stone to her pouch, removing its chill from the already cool air. "A wise decision, ladies. Enjoy your forest for now, and hamper not my minions. I shall call upon you when the time comes."
She turned her back on them and returned to the deeper forest, still wary of treachery but trusting her instincts. As her shell of force dissolved, the winds of the storm rushed back to life in the grove. The treetops swayed as fallen leaves mumbled and spun in the pull of greater forces.
* * * * *
"Elisandrya! Stop!"
Rhaeme strained to be heard above the pounding hooves of the galloping steeds and the furious thunder overhead as they rode farther north. Eli had heard him the first three times, but had spurred Morningstar even faster. This time, though, she'd glanced back and caught his eye, banishing her attempt to pretend otherwise.
Reluctantly, she reined her tired horse to a stop, gripping the leather tightly and dreading what she knew would come.
Rhaeme pulled alongside her with concerned eyes. Of all the hunters, she'd been closest with him, but like most of her relationships, it had fizzled from her own lack of commitment. She felt too much danger in being involved, being too close. She raised her voice to be heard over the wind and rain.
"What is it?"
He waited, looking at the other seven hunters who sat stoically in their saddles, puffs of steam rising around their faces. She had no desire to hear his arguments, but he was persistent and stubborn, much like herself.
She looked up at him. Her eyes were set, her face a mask of resignation and hesitation. Rhaeme was handsome, as handsome as any man to whom she'd been attracted. Chestnut brown hair flowed to his shoulders and deep brown eyes cast perfect reflections of her own. His dress and ready bow reminded her too much of her father, though that face had blurred with time.
His dark eyes regarded her knowingly from beneath his hood and she looked away, at the pommel of her saddle, to the ground and the heavy splatter of constant rain.
"We're going. You know that."
Eli didn't reply except to lift her head and stare north. Rain streamed down her face and she resisted the urge to shiver.
"I know what you seek, Eli, but the rest of us… the rest of us don't have your faith, such as it is." Rhaeme's tone was firm, but understanding. "We're going into the Qurth. Beyond all prophecy or oracle's madness, something is there!"
"I know," she answered, still not meeting his familiar gaze. "I have no doubt."
"Then come with us! Prove your own fears! Sameska is lost, you said so yourself."
His voice became urgent and insistent, almost angry with her, which dredged forth her bottled anger.
"What I said was not meant for you, Rhaeme! I've slept alone ever since then, if you remember correctly. What I feel about Sameska is my own business. You have no idea…"
"Exactly Eli, I don't have any idea! Whose fault is that?" He shook his head and looked away, clearly regretting his words. He continued more calmly. "Come with us, Eli. There's nothing for you to find this way."
Elisandrya's lip quivered with emotion, but she mastered it, refusing to let him think he'd affected her.
"No. I have to prove something else first, and that lies to the north."
"What's that?"
She looked him in the eye, at once thankful for the rain. "That I'm right."
Rhaeme pursed his lips and looked to the others, anxious to be on their way. Looking back, he said, "You'll find what you're looking for, then. We'll miss your bow."
He nodded to the remaining hunters and turned his mount west to face the forest. Over his shoulder, he called back to her. "Farewell, Elisandrya