Blood of Fae

Secret Keep

Ler*

Even soaking wet, Brighid was absolutely adorable. The smell of basil and frankincense seemed to magnify the closer she got to the fire. 'We could be sitting right beside her thoroughly enjoying her lush curves and aroma up close and personal." I could see Wyre smirking as he pushed forward to get a better view of our mate.

'Smitten like a little puppy dog are you dragon? Such a tiny little thing to have you so hung up.'

A low menacing growl was hurled in my direction. 'Don't play coy with me Ler we are one. I know how you're feeling towards my agra as well.'

‘Your Agra pretty possessive for someone who claims we are one. Aren’t you water boy.’

Brighid was now standing with her head c****d to the right side looking at us curiously. "Am I taking too long? Is it normal for a dragon to keep pushing forward? It must be very strange to have to share one body. It gives a whole new meaning to talking to yourself, doesn't it?"

“No, you take however long you need to. Your hair is still soaking wet. We’re just fine waiting for you to be warm.

We have been one since our birth. There is nothing strange or new about this to us. Just as Wyre can push forward to take over my human form. I too can take over his dragon form if I so choose.”

“Deity’s can just manifest clothes out of no where? Or is that just a dragon thing?’

“Only for myself. Sadly, I can’t make clothes appear for you. Although there maybe other deities who have that specific ability.”

‘I’ll happily remove clothes for her if she wants, however..’ Wrye purred.

“Can you not sit near the fire? It’s a little off setting to have you so far away and just learking. I’m sorry to have put you in such a strange position. And to be asking so much of you.”

I watched as she fidgeted nervously with an onyx amulet. Engraved upon it was a silver dragon. Tiny blue sparks seemed to resonate from her fingertips upon touching it. She bit nervously at her bottom pink lip.

"So I am a water dragon. The fire doesn't bother me so much as I am not a fan of getting over heated. Cooler tempters are preferred but not a must for me. You haven't told me what your personal element is though, Agra? And Wyre and myself are rather curious by nature."

I slowly walked and made my way to a spot behind where she had been sitting originally. Placing a nearby fallen log that was sturdy enough to hold my weight. This seemed to be the best bet to get her to stay near the warmth she was still desperately in need of. The leaves made more noise than I was hoping for under my weight. Nothing overly graceful about the way I moved. Brighid, however, seemed to float in on the breeze as she made her way back to her original seat.

Sighing as she sat facing me, her back to the fire. "Witches have elements. Socerers use all the elements simultaneously. If I had to pick one specific element that I enjoy the most, it would be water. Mainly because it helps to calm my demons. However, fire is probably the most natural and easiest for me to control. Elements are second nature and like breathing to us. We learn from day one to use everything at our disposal."

Her eyes held a sadness as she spoke that was both mournful and proud. There was a dip in her tone when she said we that was obvious and heart breaking. Not something I would inquire about at the moment but would lock away for a later date to fully understand.

"So you can't dry your own clothes or make new ones either than Agra?"

A soft chuckle escaped her and I was relieved to see her spirits rise. "No, sadly that is not in the handbook, I am afraid. However, I could glam it to make it seem I wasn't a hot mess. Although, apparently, with you it still would do me no good. Wasted magic and energy."

"You're tired of sitting here, aren't you? You seem to be getting antsy."

She shifted her feet, causing a russle of the leaves below them as she adverted her eyes from me. "So I am kind of getting hungry. Its not the company by any means, but I am human and it's been a long twenty-four hours."

Brighid*

This was so awkward and I felt so out of place here. Forced peopling was not my thing. Why in goddess's name was I being forced to do so much talking? I just want to curl up with a warm blanket, snacks and hide away til the end of days. Ler's warm hand took mine as I slowly looked up from the forest floor. Concern was all over his face. How was this man so understanding after all that had happened to him because of me?

"We still have a little traveling to do to make it to the village. However, I can help with the hunger problem if you can keep a secret?"

Slowly, I stood up and wiped off my skirt. Ler rose beside me. "Please lead the way."

Ler picked up a torch that was close to the firepit, lighting it with ease. We walked in silence for what seemed like miles. The sounds of the night all around. Calming my nerves and allowing me to breathe once more. Everything looked the same in the dim light given off by the torch. Without marking trees or leaving gems, I wasn't sure that I could find my way back to this spot. Let alone recall whatever secret he wanted me to keep.

Ler stopped under a large oak tree. He knocked on the trunk three times. Right before my eyes the trunk opened and a stairwell could be seen within. "After you my lady."

As soon as we stepped inside, the door gently closed. Sealing in the warmth of the small room once more. There were ten stairs that led to a landing. A cot was in a corner by a window that I hadn't noticed from the outside. There was a small kitchen on the right with just the basics, a fridge, small sink and a small island with a bar stool.

Ler hung the torch upon the wall and, just like magic, the whole space seemed to fill up with a warm glow. "There are strawberries, lemonade, cheese and crackers in the kitchen. Its kind of my home away from home. Sometimes I just want to escape from everything ya know."

I stared at him in wonder. This small place was his safe haven and he had honored me by allowing me to partake in being a part of it.