The Bio-gen sleep occurs with Aquarian remaining unconscious due to head injuries. His body holds large bruises from being pounded on. The older ones fade in a faint greyishness seeming to be ghostly. The fresher ones possess stains of crimson, shades of various blues and the brilliance of charred black. All scream of battle-worn, hard life and lack of self-care.
‘Sympathy, I should have,’ crosses Augusta’s thoughts as she picks up the dark red cloak from the floor.
The Dwarves had placed it over Aquarian after settling the body on the bed nearest to the hearth. He exists in stillness on a small bed with dense fresh straw piled on a thick rock base. That abides next to a medium-sized, round-shaped, bricked fire well. A hearth for heat, cooking and needs. Boxes of items are near it. Item in bottles that are healing elixirs. Off to the side, in various-sized wooden boxes, lay a small variety of local vegetables, fruits and dried meats. These are to feed and heal the bird guy. It also makes note that prep has been placed into the hidden shelter.
The Dwarves also had delivered a medium bowled metal cooking cauldron of spiced sweet aroma broth soup. Delivering it seemed to amuse them. They also assumed that Augusta would eat it too. Thus, they doubly enjoyed being entertained by a secret. One that did not remain hidden long since they sort of did a bit of taunting with it.
The larger of the two male Earth Fae chuckled saying, “Heat defeats. You will feel that treat. ” The other one gigglingly added, “Ass gas that burns, churns and yearns all assholes.” Both give smirking laughter as the first Dwarf finalized. “ But weehaw, it is reeling in healing.”
‘ Funny dudes, happy about torture, definitely connected to the Fae Queen.’ This notion romps in Augusta’s thinking while eying both to value that they have entertained.
After this Augusta swiftly asked for their names. The naughtiness required names. Not for discipline or reward. But to be aware of deliveries from them in the future. Torture and treats have a time and place. And that is important to know even when it’s harmless.
“ So boys, some names, share them. If it is teasing then names are needed.” And as she asked each supplied a first name.
“ Brixle, ” Proudly comes from the first as “ Dobbins, ” is cheerily announced by the second one who adds in a sassy winking.
“ I see boys, I see that you both are full of tease and assery.” Conveys Augusta shaking the cloak to force any dirt off it.
“ We are, your holiness, “ Sounds in humbled tones as Brixle claims deeds and explains. “ Our local Lord wants you pleased. He has orders from the great queen.”
Silence hovers. Titania Fae Aos-Si, the powerful primordial Fae tends to cause reactions. And currently, it is a silence.
Augusta has figured that her wife gave instructions to the local Fae. Earlier it was noticed when looking around the cave. She noticed a second bed, the one at the back of the cave possessed a royal Fae quilt. That unnecessary bedding has symbology belonging to the Queen. The quilt is folded neatly under a feathered silk-clothed pillow, scented and accompanied by a note.
This creates a resting area, oh yes, cared about. Especially cared about since Titania Fae became informed that Augusta is prey and being threatened via the thefts.
‘ Home after this one, 3 months with me’. The note is penned in blood script and ends with, ’ Loved. Kissed, Fae blessed.’ A romance note, possibly a love gesture. “ Uhm,” sounds in both doubtfulness and acceptance.
Giving another shake of the cloak the air whispers, “ Dwarf, opening, Iosóid, info coming. ”
The stone wall of a door swings outwardly in the opening. Standing in the growing opening Brixle bows respectfully before conveying, ” Mist Keeper is the in nearest deep waters to talk.”
Looking out at the night it umbrellas the vastness of a full moon-spotlighted ocean instantly hold the gaze. It creates stillness. “ Beautiful, beautiful, my Creator.” Praisingly slips in being overwhelmed by natural sight as the Air Goddess enjoys a deeper breath.
“Mmmm” Sounds in joy.
Alive, breaths taken to slowly exhale in admiring the beauty of creation. This is one of many moments of soft awestruckness. Struck that eternity, that the immortality gifts moments like this. And each one does please in making gratefulness for being immortal and experiencing this.
“ Thank you, Ci, thank you for this.”
Stepping forward to abide squarely positioned on the threshold of the entrance. The cloak becomes draped over her right arm. Eyes begin scanning the closer ocean for Iosóid. She searches for the Mermaid’s location when a sudden thump solidly declares that something large and hard falls on the sand at her feet. Augusta instinctually looks down. Eyes find a double-hand-sized, thick, dark red gemstone settled by her right foot. Eyes widen as the mind understands that it’s gemstone ten.
“ Ten! ” Ascends in surprised awareness. An unexpected event that quickly becomes another unanticipated event as blue portal light shocks the dark sky. Instantly a circle opens, a travel portal but no one is coming through. However, the prismatic brilliance of the celestial energy beam does shoot from within it to seize the gemstone. Up, up goes the gaze in search and needing to know everything. The rainbow of celestial energy pulls the stone through the air. Up, up, it goes like a bullet shot from a high-powered rifle.
“ Air thicken, friction, hold, grasp, bring it… ”And the dark red stone passes through the portal opening mere nanoseconds before the gate closes.
“ Damn, damn, no, no, no! “ Comes screaming as Augusta plummets upon her knees on the sand.
Anger, frustration, despair, and “ my god, fu…”, and the speck of Mortal DNA in her boils a hotness of rage. “Fuck you, you, you,” Rips in seething life-quaking emotion.
Augusta’s arms spread wide as her soul took control of the next moments. The air rumbles in the celestial. It becomes shaking into thundering down through the multi-levels of planetary air spheres. This is the war cry, the battle trumpet.
“ Oh, oh,” growls with primal wrath through clenched teeth as levitation off of the sand is swift.
Rising, up, up, up, while still kneeling. Within this, her soul silently summons the lower local atmosphere to thoroughly inspect itself. Inspection of the location where the portal has been located. There just must be a drop of that prismatic energy still there. Even a single lingering of it is a perfect finding, a find that will tell Augusta what she needs to know.
Knowing, she has many clues about what is going on in concern to the thefts. But she needs a few more to be sure of who is her hunter. That entity could only be a power Immortal. Wielding such tools as prismatic beams requires great skill. Skilled, skillful, and the entity using it must be the mastermind behind what has been going on for centuries with these thefts.
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