The Violet Thread of Fate || Part Four: A Bath, A Temptation
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Scenario|| Elinna Inklynn is an orphan with an uncanny ability to mess up even the simplest of spells. It's not her fault; she hasn't ever had access to a proper teacher. But she has had access to books, and she's read about a certain gentleman wizard in Waterdeep that may just be willing to help her.
She books passage on a ship from the Moonshae Islands and sails to Waterdeep, only to be rejected by Gale Dekarios. He doesn't take on apprentices.
But their paths become inextricably intertwined when an enormous Nautiloid targets the City of Splendors.
Word Count || About 5,300 Words
Warnings || Age gap (about ten years, both adults) description of pining for someone's body (Gale pining for Elinna.) Mentions of abuse and neglect.
A/N || I hope you all like this installment of Violet Thread of Fate! Apologies for what seems like a relatively low-stakes set of chapters, I am trying to do some set up for bring Halsin, Astarion and The Fox into the narrative, but I needed to get Elinna and Gale just a smiiiidgen more established for it to go the way I'd like it to!
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A Bath
It was a cold breeze that woke Elinna.Â
It slipped in from under the old wooden door; through the window, if it could be called that. It was just an opening in the decrepit masonry of the castle where sheâd been left to rest.Â
It took her a moment for her to realize that the lumpy hay mattress and the damp, threadbare blanket on top of her were not her lumpy mattress and damp blanket from The Nest. For a moment she thought meeting Gale and winding up on the nautiloid was a dream; albeit a long winded one.Â
But when she rolled over in the bed and pulled the blanket tighter around her to fight off the bitter cold of the coastal breeze, she opened her eyes for a moment. There in the moon-gray dark of the night she found a room she was not at all familiar with.Â
She scanned the room in a half-awoken state, not thinking any real thoughtsâmore like bursts of impulse between the undulating waves of sleep that threatened to take her away in their churn.Â
She saw the usual desk. The privacy drape. The almost melted candle. Her waistcoat had been taken off and neatly folded, set on the writing desk. Her bloodied boots sat in a pile not far away from there; her gloves tossed down with them, also bloodied.. This room wasnât her roomâŚso whatâŚahâthatâs right.Â
Sheâd been so exhausted she didnât feel herself drift off to sleep. Gale had been carrying her on his back. Where was he?Â
Another breeze blew into the room and set her teeth to chattering. Gods above, how was it colder here than at The Nest?
She rose to her bare feet, keeping the blanket tight around her as she shuffled over to the desk.Â
She knew very few spells, of course. And most of them, she only knew with very little commandâbut there was one she was decent at, because she used it nearly every day. She could produce a flame.
Nothing terribly impressive, mind youâbut it was more convenient than having to ask the ArchLibrarian for matches; more convenient than having him ask her why she was going through so many of them and finding out that sheâd been sneaking books into her room to read while the others slept.Â
She breathed into her cold hands before shaking them, encouraging her blood flow into her fingertips. After giving her hands a few moments to catch up with the rest of her, she focused on the fingertips of her dominant hand, she took a deep breath and plucked at the same little flicker of magic she always used for this little party trick. She snapped her fingers, and sure enough, a single flame engulfed the farthest knuckle of her index finger, as if her two middle fingers had been a flint struck by her thumb.Â
She lowered that finger to the wick of the single candle in the room before shaking the flame off her fingertip the same way one might do with a matchstick.Â
It was hardly enough light for human eyes, but Elinna didnât need much. Sheâd been lucky to pick up darkvision from her half-drow lineage; an appreciated perk despite how much she hated the violet tinge of her scars and freckles.Â
She caught a glimpse of those old scars on the inside of her arm and wondered idly if Gale had seen them. Wondered if heâd made any judgements of her based off of them.
The doorknob jangled and turned and Gale appeared in the doorway. Elinna looked over at him and was surprised at the flood of relief that filled her lungs. She hadnât realized she was worried that heâd left her there and gone off on his own, but that was the only explanation she had for the shift in her sense of ease.Â
He was holding two tin plates with porridge, boiled fish, and roasted carrots piled in small, tidy quantities. They met eyes and Galeâs eyeâs flicked about her.Â
âOhâyouâre awake,â Gale said, voice a bit choked with something she couldnât identify.. âAre you feeling better?â
âIs yourâŚhair wet?â she asked him.Â
He was newly dressed in a similar robe to before, but this one was slightly different. It had a shorter length with a more open panel in the front. He was wearing some more sturdy leather boots as well, and he had a new multi-layered belt with a knife and short sword holstered to it. He carried two small packs over one shoulder, which he dropped onto the ground near the desk.Â
âOh, ah, yes,â he said, hurrying over to the writing desk to set down the plates. The scent of lavender and bay leaf rolled off of his warmer body with him in such close proximity. âI went to refresh myself and see if I couldnât conjure a few comforts to get us through the night. While searching, I happened to find a natural hot spring.â
âYouâre kidding!â she said, feeling a swell of relief all over again. Not only would she get to have a bath but a warm bath? What a treat. âYou have to show me where it is! Iâm dying for a hot bath.â
âItâs not farâjust a hop and a skip behind theââ
A click sounded from the door and they both looked toward it. Galeâs brow tensed before he walked back over to the door, testing the knob. A willowy voice came through the door a moment later.Â
âSeeing as supper has been served and your lodgings are in order, we will be locking the door to prevent any unfortunate mishaps through the night,â it said.Â
âAbsolutely notâweâre guests, not prisoners!â Gale shouted through the door. âUnlock this door right now.â
There was no answer.Â
âOpen the door!â Gale demanded again.Â
âDonât bother,â Elinna sighed. âHeâs probably already goneâdonât you have a spell that could unlock it?â
âUnder other circumstances, but Iâm afraid my capacity to reach into the weave is utterly tapped out until I get a proper night of sleep,â he said a bit sourly. âHow did you ever put up with conditions like this?â Gale griped, turning to her, his brow still furrowed. âIâve never met such learned men who were soâŚsoâŚasinine.â
Elinna shrugged and leaned against the edge of the desk, her ample hips displacing one of the unfortunate looking plates. âYou get used to it, I guess,â she said. âThey never locked us in when I was at The Nest, but we also never really got visitorsâŚmaybe itâs standard protocol.â
âYouâd think they had Karsusâs Grimoire locked up in their archives,â he said, smearing a hand down his face and pinching the bridge of his nose.Â
While Gale had his conniption, Elinna was realizing with no shortage of disappointment that her hopes for a hot bath were all but dashed. UnlessâŚ
âHey GaleâŚâ She said as looked over toward the bath with a little pout. âI know you said youâre tapped outâŚbut do you think you have the energy for a little cantrip?â
âProbably,â he said, looking skeptically at the plate of food and pushing the boiled fish with one of the wooden utensils given to them. âWhy do you ask?â
âWellâŚdo you think you could conjure up some hot water for me to take a bath?â she asked.
âIâm sorry, what?â Gale said as he blinked, his brows shooting up. âWith me in the room?â
âPlease,â she begged gently. âI feel so disgusting. If I have to sleep like this while youâre sitting in here looking all sparkly and smelling nice, Iâm going to feel even worse.â
âAbsolutely not,â he said. âElinna, you shouldnât take baths with strange men you just met. Erâratherâwith them nearby.â
âYouâre not strange! Youâre Gale Dekarios! And there are drapes for privacy,â she said insistently. âItâs not like Iâll be putting on a show for you or something.âÂ
âA Drape! Singular! And itâs holding onto its sorry, threadbare life by a thread!â
âGale, what else am I supposed to do?â she asked. âIâm still covered in blood and sweatâI need a bath.â
âYou can wait until tomorrow,â he said. âWeâll have our very bland supperâget some sleep, andââ
He met her eyes again and she wasnât sure what he saw there, but whatever it was it seemed to pull on his heart strings. He rubbed the back of his neck before using the same hand to smear down his face.Â
âFine,â he said. âI got my chance to clean up, it seems only fair that you get yours. I can only imagine how wrong it feels with myself being properly tidied up and you stillâŚwell⌠I must emphasize, however, that this falls squarely outside of the usual confines of propriety.â
Elinna beamed and nodded eagerly, thankfully.
âDuly noted,â Elinna said. âI promise I wonât tell your mother.â
He leveled her a deadpan look. âDonât patronize me,â he said. âItâs not about being afraid of my mother itâsââ
âIâm just teasing you,â Elinna said. âDonât worry, Gale. I trust you to be a gentleman. And besides thatâIâm pretty sure that you donât see me asâŚwellâ I just meanâitâs not as if Iâm trying to seduce you. If I thought at all that I was a temptation to you, I promise, I would wait until tomorrow.â
âOf course,â he agreed quickly.Â
âIâll be quick,â she said. âI promise.â
Gale heaved a sigh and picked up the other plate, handing it over to her.
âLetâs eat this unfortunate meal and then Iâll get your bath ready,â he said. âIt looks utterly inedible, but weâll need whatever strength we can get for the journey tomorrow.â
She smiled and nodded, taking a bite of the familiar mush on her plate.
A Temptation
Gale had always been told that hunger was the best seasoningâhe supposed that didnât apply to the fare served at The Scribeâs Guild. Yet he choked down every bite of those roasted carrots; that boiled fishâin hopes of prolonging the inevitable.Â
If I thought at all that I was a temptation to you, I promise, I would wait until tomorrow.
Why hadnât he spoken up then? Why hadnât he argued with her further?
Well, likely because, in order for him to object to what sheâd said, he would have to admit his own embarrassing thoughts of attraction to the young woman. Admit that he had been having plenty of improprietous thoughts about her as he had her hoisted up on his backâwhen his hand had supported the softness of her waist.
He told himself it was a strategic move. That he needed her in order to safeguard against what might be catastrophic down the road. The true resurrection in his possession would do little good without someone available to cast it, after all. He needed an ally and he wouldn't risk losing one because he was touch starved and lonesome andâŚer⌠long deprived.
He told himself that the sooner she bathed, the sooner she would be properly dressed. The less he would have to remind himself to look away from the delicate skin of her chest and the way the neckline of her muslin dress fell off her shoulders despite the number of times she pushed her sleeves back up where it was meant to sit.Â
Now that he thought about itâvery little of her clothing seemed to fit properly. Her waistcoat fit well enough, but her dress was oddly loose; she seemed to swim in it.Â
He was glad heâd been able to find something for her to wear, hoped that they fit properly and that she didnât mind wearing Mystraâs colorsâand slightly outdated fashions. Then again, he doubted The Nest cared much about the current trends in womenâs clothing.Â
When they were finally finished eating, Gale begrudgingly prepared a hot bath for Elinna, the act simple, reallyâeven with the majority of his energy spent. It was a simple enough process and, if he was honest, seeing her face brighten when it was done was almost enough to make it worth the discomfort of feeling like a rakish cad. He conjured some light in the room to make it look more like a lodging and less like they were thieves sneaking around by candlelight.
She was practically buzzing with excitement to get in, so he leaned over and handed her the smaller of the two packs heâd put together.Â
âI put a change of clothes in here, I think it should fit, but let me know if it doesnât,â he said.Â
âOh! YouâŚjust have womenâs clothes laying around?â she asked.
He gave her a withering look. âIt sounds awful when you say it like that. No, not just lying around. Itâs an old gift fromâŚa friend. Itâs one of the old cleric robes that followers of Mystra used to wear.â
âReally?â Elinna said, green eyes widening.Â
âDonât get too excited,â he said. âAny imbued magic is, unfortunately, long gone. But it should be a little nicer than the leathers and canvases youâve been wearing. They donât seem well suited for travelâŚâ
A lie, of course. Aside from Elinnaâs boots, her clothing was more than suitable enough for traveling. But the longer heâd thought about the scars on the delicate skin of her wrist and forearm, the more his stomach churned at the idea of her putting those garments back on.Â
He wasnât sure why it bothered him so much, but it did. It still didâeven while she was dressed down to her tan dress and leather trousers; even as she barely looked like she belonged to the strange order that was putting them up for the night.Â
He was still trying to figure it out as she hurried behind the privacy curtain and started to undress.Â
He wouldnât have known she was undressingâexcept the lighting heâd created in the room was just placed well enough that her shadow cast against the threadbare drape as she pulled her muslin dress up and over her head. The light caught the softness of her waist, the gentle, sloping curve of her breast before it peaked at her nipple.
He forced himself to tear his eyes away from her. He would just need to distract himself.Â
He told himself it wasnât Elinna in particular that was pulling this silly desire out of him; that if could have been any member of the fairer sex that had this effect on him. Elinna just happened to be the convenient, ever present option.Â
He insisted that had to be the case as he heard the quiet slosh of Elinna stepping into the hot water and heaving out a comforted sigh. He took a book out of his pack to distract himself from imagining what she looked like flushed across her shoulders and her chest from the hot bath water. He glared down at his book about foraging in the wild as he tried not to wonder if the comforted sounds she made in the bath would be the same if she were touched in just the right places.Â
âSoâshall we get to know each other better?â Elinna asked from her bath.Â
Gale nearly jumped out of his skin, teeth grinding.Â
âElinna, donât speak to me while youâre bathing,â he said, his tone clipped.Â
âWhy not?â she asked him.Â
He heaved a sigh while bunting the heel of his hand against his forehead. Mystra grant him strength. âElinna, I donât want to be an ass, but are you so far removed from civilization that you canât glean why itâs not appropriate for a bathing woman to be holding casual conversation with a man?â
There was a moment of silence, the sound of water being poured, the faint trickle of movement in the tub. âI meanânot that far removed, no,â she said. âI used to sing in the taverns back in Moonshae. Plenty a drunken man has told me what parts of me he wanted to see and wellâŚthey weren't my eyes, let me just say that.â
âSo then why the play at naivety?â Gale asked, resisting the urge to turn toward her. âYou clearly know why it could be a problem to talk to a man while youâre nude. TheâŚintimacy of it.â
âI suppose I justâŚthought you were above such things,â she said. âI just thought that our unique circumstances lent themselves to bending the rules of propriety just a bit.â
Gale sighed. She was rightâhe should be able to act with a little more decorum than the drunks at the taverns. He should be able to extract a more distilled version of his maturity and be able to speak to a young woman without thinking so much about the shape of her body and what it would be like to feel it under his hands.Â
âGale?â she asked. âAre you angry?â
âNo,â he said, turning a page in the book he was reading without really seeing it. âSorry, itâs just been a while since Iâve had such constant company. Most of the time it was just me and my tressym, Tara. She was stimulating company to be sure, but itâs been a while since Iâve had more human companionship. I admit Iâm not used to it.â
âIâve never really had it,â she said. âI guess thatâs why Iâm so keen to fill the silence. Itâs hard not to be excited to have a friend.â
âA friendâŚâ he said, repeating that word again. It was the second time sheâd called him that since theyâd met.Â
âOhââ she said, her voice getting smaller. âI suppose that is a bit presumptiveâŚIâve done it a couple times already, too. Iâm sorry.â
âNo need to apologize,â Gale said. âIf Iâm honestâI just feel a bit guilty because Iâve hardly been a good friend to you. It doesnât feel like Iâve earned the title.â
âYouâve been a splendid friendâperhaps not at our first meeting, but every moment since,â she said. âYou tried your best to keep me safe from the Nautiloid even though you barely knew me. And then you offered to accompany me to try and figure out what to do about these parasitesâŚâ
âTo be fair, youâve been a great help to me, as well,â he said. âYou helped me out of that pocket realm and found this place; got us room and board for the night.â
âThatâs what friends do,â Elinna said easily.Â
âElinna,â he said. âSince weâre friendsâŚcan I ask you a personal question?â
âSure,â she said.Â
âThose scars on the inside of your wristââ
There was an abrupt sound of something heavy plunking into the water, like sheâd dropped her hands into the tub to hide the scars heâd mentioned.Â
âI donât have to ask about them if youâd rather not talk about it,â he said. âIâm not trying to pry, or to bring up something painfulâŚâ
âNo, itâs okay. I suppose itâs only fair that I be honest about it if weâre going to be traveling together,â she said. âMmâwhatâs your question about them?â
âDid your caretakers at The Nest do that to you?â he asked.Â
âTney did,â she said. âA long time ago, the ArchLibrarian at The Nest wasnât very kind. When I was six and he was teaching me how to read, he used it as a method to deter me from failing.â
âHells,â Gale said under his breath. âI can only imagine how well that workedâŚâ
He heard her laugh a little and for some reason it hurt his heart. âNot terribly well,â she admitted. âBut I needed to learn to read in order to be able to return the archives to their homes on the shelves. That was when I started sneaking literature into my room at night, so I could practice reading on my own.â
âDid the punishments stop after that?â Gale asked.Â
âWellâthat particular ArchLibrarian died and a new one took over,â she said. âSo the caning stopped, but other punishments took its place. Sometimes Iâd be sent to bed without supper, or if I really made an error Iâd be tasked with handling the rats and spiders in the cellars. It only took one bout of paralysis for me to do everything I could to avoid that particular punishment.â
âHow did you make it out of there with all of theâŚearnest fervor you have? If I was in such a situation, I feel like I would have disappeared within myself.â
âYou see my overcoat out there?â Elinna asked.Â
âYes.â
âIf you open the breast pocket thereâs a little locket inside.â
Gale hesitated for a moment, feeling odd about rifling through her things, but he finally carefully looked through the folds of canvas and leather until he found the piece of jewelry.Â
It was a lovely, delicate little thing. It was about the size of a gold piece and fastened to a velvet choker that was worn threadbare in some places. It had been handled a lot, almost like someone had rubbed their thumb against the plush fabric habitually. The pendant was a dark metal with almost a violet sheen to it. There was a thin sliver of a crescent moon on it with a couple sitting on it as if it were a hammock, cradling a child between them.Â
Elinnaâs name was written in Drowic on the seam of the locket.Â
âItâs imbued with drow magic,â Gale said.Â
âMhmn,â she responded. âPowerful stuff, too. Iâve never been able to find someone to open it. That locket is the last thing my mother gave me before leaving me on the steps of The Nest.â
âWhy not just find a wizard to do it for you?â Gale asked.Â
âI tried to,â she said. âBut the last one I spoke to told me it may have some sort of bond with my bloodâthat Iâd have to be the one to open it.â
Gale examined the piece a little closer, feeling out the weave and the threads of magic, following their winding paths.Â
Whomever Elinna had spoken to had spoken true, the threads all coalesced on her. Any wizard worth his salt would know that trying to manipulate that magic might destroy the item all together.Â
âDo you think your mother was a wizard?â Gale asked.Â
âI donât know,â Elinna said. âI think Iâve just always hoped that if I could get it open, I could find where I really belong.â
The orb in Galeâs chest reached out for the thrumming weave in Elinnaâs locket. He rubbed his free hand over his chest where the bundle of magic growled for the item, as if a bit of petting could soothe the burning hunger there.Â
Not this one, he told the netherese shred of magic in his chest, just a bit longer and Iâll get you something we can use.
âSo thatâs why you came looking for a teacher,â he said. âAnd why you wouldnât settle for someone who could teach you simple folk magic or healing magic.â
âYes,â she said. âAnd why I was hesitant about your offer to introduce me to another teacherâŚbutâŚwell beggars, choosers.â
Gale heard her take in a deep breath and then a small splash as Elinna dipped beneath the surface of the water. While she soaked out of earshot, he carefully put the locket beneath layers of fabric, careful not to leave it out for the sun to get to it and hurt the magic sourced from the underdark.Â
He was having a hard time not getting distracted by this girl. This was always his plight; he was always far too empathetic to deal with stories like Elinnaâs. He was a bleeding heart for people who were unlucky and downtroddenâpeople who were alone in life and had no one to encourage them.Â
Gale had the sudden wish to take her back to Waterdeepâto introduce her to his mother who somehow always had extra love to spare. It wouldnât have been the first time his mother made up for a lack of love in one of his friendsâ lives, but Elinna perhaps deserved it more than anyone else.Â
He heard Elinna resurface and heave out a sigh before starting to get out of the tub.Â
âDone already?â he asked.Â
âI promised I would go quick,â she said. âBesides, it feels strange to talk to you without looking at you.â
He focused down on his book as he listened to the faint shift and twinkle of the clothes heâd fetched for her. He heard the faint little grunt as she dressed, the sound of belts being unbuckled and buckled once more, and then she came around the privacy drape, newly clothed.Â
Her amber hair fell in damp ribbons down past her waist, her face was faintly flushed with the warmth from the bath. She looked comfortable and at ease in her new clothes, though he somewhat regretted the reminder of Mystra on the tapered ends of her skirt and the collar of the leather padding.Â
âFeel better?â he asked.Â
âOh, so much better,â she said with a soft breath. âThe clothes are a bit tight butâŚI also donât have many clothes that properly fit me. Does it look okay?â
She turned this way and that.Â
The truth was, she looked fetching in it. The greens and tans of the Scribeâs Guild livery may have done more for the verdant quality of her eyes, but the pale violets and ashen chainmail of the clericâs robes made the color of her coppery hair all the more vibrant, and paired nicely with the almost mauve quality to her freckles.Â
He chose not to think of the ways the openings of the skirt cleared a path all the way up to her thigh, and thought even less on how well the lines of her violet trousers followed the full curve of said thigh.Â
âIt fits you like a glove,â Gale finally said. âNothing looks too tight from where Iâm sitting.Â
She smiled at him and heaved a happy breath. âThank you again for giving me something new to wear,â she said. âIt feels good to be clean again. I was worried Iâd be stuck in blood stained clothes.â
âHappy to help,â he said with a pressed smile. âWhen I have a bit more energy, Iâll get some more comfortable lounging clothes for you to wear so you donât have to sleep in armor.â
âItâs not so bad,â she said. âAt least, I can put up with it for nowâprobably better to be safe than sorry anyway.â
âYou should never underestimate the importance of a good nightâs rest,â Gale said.Â
âSpeaking of which, you should probably get to bed, donât you think?â she suggested.Â
âMe?â he asked. âNo, I meant you.â
âIâve already gotten some sleep, Iâll remind youâyou on the other hand, have not,â she said. âAnd besides, thereâs only one bed.â
âIâll sleep on a bedroll on the floor,â he said. âYou take the bed.â
âIâm not tired,â she said.Â
âFirst of all, yes you are, I can see it in your face. Second of all, this is likely the last full night of sleep weâll get for a while, considering soon enough we will have to take turns keeping watch. So you take the bed.â
âI think I may be able to out-last you,â she said.Â
âDo not,â Gale said. âMake this a competition.â
âWhy? Afraid youâll lose?â she teased.Â
âAfraid neither of us will get the sleep we need because Iâm terribly competitive. My mother wonât even look at a lanceboard anymore,â he said.Â
She laughed and the sound brushed up against some long forgotten impulse in the back of his mindâone heâd put away a long time ago.Â
âOkay, fine,â she said. âIâll take the bed, but I still havenât gotten much of a chance to get to know you betterâyou already have a full catalog of my childhood and all of the piteous stories that go along with it.â
She walked over to the bed and sat back down on it.Â
âLie down and I promise to tell you all about my childhoodâthough Iâm afraid itâs not nearly as tragic as yoursâŚ.it may feel more like Iâm bragging, actually,â Gale said.Â
âHmm,â she said. âI think I can put up with a bit of bragging. I like listening to you talk.â
She laid herself down on the bed and turned onto her side to look at him, folding her arm under her head to use as a makeshift pillow. âRegale me,â she said. âNo pun intended.â
He barked a soft laugh. âCareful with telling a man like me that you enjoy listening to me talk,â he said. âIâll take far too much advantage of something like that.â
âI do, though,â she said. âAfter a life spent in a library, you canât blame me for enjoying the simple pleasure of a good conversation.â
âWellâthere will be no shortage of good conversation with me,â he said. âThe only thing Iâm better at than magic is talkingâgratuitously.â
She chuckled and his heart fluttered a little as she looked at him with sleepy eyes. He got started talking before he let his mind drift to the last time a woman looked at him like that and what activities may have preceded or followed that look..Â
He told her about his youthâabout how he was such a gifted young wizard that heâd caught the attention of Elminster, and then Mystra herself. He left out the part about taking Mystra as a lover. He skipped his inevitable folly and luckily, by the time he got to that part of his story, Elinna had already started gently dozing off between sounds of acknowledgement in regards to what he was saying.Â
With time, her quiet mhmnâs and uh-huhâs ceased and he was almost certain that she was crossing the threshold into a proper, restful sleep.Â
He swapped from talking about himself to reading out of the foraging book to fill the quiet room so that she didnât automatically wake in the new silence that took the place of his prattling. When her breaths became slow and steady, though, he set the book aside and got his bedroll ready for the floor.Â
Heâd be feeling the ache in his bones the next day, of course, but it was only what could be considered right for their sleeping arrangements. An older man shouldnât share a bed with a young womanâleast of all one heâd spent the better part of a day trying not to have improper thoughts about.
He dropped his concentration on his light evocations and sent a little gust of air to blow out the candle that more resembled a pool of melted tallow. His bedroll was close enough to the bed that he could hear Elinnaâs rhythmic inhalations and exhalations. He looked outside as the moon hovered. Far away, he could hear the hush of waves crashing on the shore and for a moment he almost felt like he was back at home.Â
He closed his eyes and let himself imagine that he was laid in bed with Tara curled up next to him and the promise of a warm cup of tea in the very near future.Â
He couldnât decide, however, if he was quite as homesick as he should be.Â
As he drifted off to sleep, he couldnât help but admit to himself that it was nice to have the warm presence of another person near him. He couldnât help but admit that he had missed the closeness of another bodyâthe camaraderie of a shared experience, however terrible this one had turned out to be.Â
Maybe he could try taking on an apprentice again afterall.















