Part 4
“Be careful when you cast them. This is not to be cast on my daughter directly, since I don’t think it would be wise to cast any spells on our children directly. Who knows what it could lead to? So anyway, I will cast this on my own womb, to monitor my child within, and you will cast those on Talia’s womb.”
“Ah, I see that now, now that I consider it.” Talia nodded. “That’s very good thinking too, by the way, about not casting anything on our children.”
“Thank you.” Alilia smiled, and the bright spark in her hand floated down to her belly and disappeared.
Mark’s brow furrowed in concentration. “Talia, could you help me with this? I’m trying to make sure that one of these is attuned to Reggie and the other to Helemia, so we know right away which one of them is doing it if they do anything. But I’m having a bit of trouble with it, and you know them a lot better than I do.”
Talia deepened her Link with him to share his thoughts and sensations directly.
Alilia joined them in that. “Hmm. I’d have thought the effort would be un-necessary, since the two of them are almost one mind anyway. But despite their constant and complete Linking, they’re developing their own individualities quite nicely. Moreso since their little adventure tonight, I see.”
“There. Go ahead.” Talia said, and Mark let the two spells drift down and disappear within her.
They cuddled and silently considered the twins with all their senses, and all their love. Then Alilia broadened their awareness to include her daughter, who was still just an invisibly tiny ball of life, only four weeks since her conception. But they loved her just the same.
were visited by Hilsith, Yazadril, and Nemia, who joined them for
Hilsith opened the conversation. “The Sylvan is sedated, and with our
he’s quite an individual.” Yazadril added. “For one thing, he’s over eight hundred years old, which is rare in a Sylvan. He’s also one of the most formidable warriors and wizards of that race I’ve ever met. It seems their God of Stealth has imposed his own culture on them for the last few thousand years, and it includes not allowing the adults to kill one another. Since they’ve had this culture for far longer than a Sylvan’s lifespan, or what we thought was their lifespan, they’ve had time to learn that a Sylvan can live a lot longer than we thought. So long
are older than the nine hundred years we thought they could live, and
population in check.
stealthy with fanatical devotion as well, to hide from one another and to impress the god.
here as they could be. The one in our infirmary was only so close because he was scouting us. They’ve been aware of us since the first day we were here. Their god, whose name they don’t know, told them to leave us alone,
his Healing, since we considered her to be our resident expert on Sylvan, due to her recent experience as Dragon Lord Regent of Serminak.” Hilsith
her and Kragorram and Karzog, that is. She says Kragorram is fine, by the way,
to be by after breakfast as well, since we’ll definitely want to examine the babies
some interesting things to tell you
“Let’s have them meet us at the hall. We can be out of the weather without having us all crowded in
was enjoyable and pretty, with big puffs of snow gently
and Kragorram, who’d brought young Karzog, and by Yzell and
playing; Povon and Kragorram crouched about twenty meters apart, and carefully tossed Karzog back
Dragons, Karzog’s wings were too small to support him in flight; they were just big enough that he could make a controlled descent from a great height and still land slowly enough to avoid injury most of the time. His inherent magical abilities of Levitation and Self-Movement were starting to have a weak effect, but were still a little erratic, and he beat his wings as hard as he could as he learned to control himself in flight. He was having great fun, and for the first time, he was obviously using a Draconian-to-human translation and communications spell, since he was grinning widely.