Put it like that, and maybe I understand that they are all out to get me. My life doesn’t compare to what is at stake.
I am not worth more than the security of the light, the lands, the folk.
I am just a silly, selfish halfling.
That is who I am.
I don’t want to die.
Not for any cause.
I won’t offer myself willingly to be sacrificed.
But… I won’t—I can’t—let Daxeel take this win. Not easily, not without a fight.
I promised him I wouldn’t make this easy. And so I won’t.
I’ve decided…
I will ask something of Mother. I will steal that wish right out from under Daxeel.
He hasn’t figured it out—or at least doesn’t realize thatIhave. I will call on our joined souls, cut from the same cloth, and I will speak to Mother just as he will attempt to.
The determination of my thoughts is mirrored in my stern expression. As though the spectators can hear my running thoughts, I nod, firm.
But it’s only a passing moment of resolve before I’m sucked out of my mind—
I flinch as something tickles my head.
Between the braids knitted to my scalp, strands of hair are disturbed by what feels like a breeze that comes from the branches above me just to tickle me… or a breath.
Again, that tickle disturbs my scalp.
I frown up at the breeze that irritates me—but no breeze meets me, only the frosty eyes of the ice-python.
I stiffen all over.
It has returned for me.
To eat me.
Fight me.
Poison me with its venom.
Like a statue perched on the sturdy bough of a frozen tree, I am unmoving as I glare up at the snake who… wholicks my fucking head.
Tasting me, smelling me, sizing me up—
My neck shrinks into my curving shoulders.
My mind scrambles and shouts with a dozen reactions I should have. Yet none of them take form, none of them reach my tensed muscles.
Before I can do something,anything, the python stops its grooming of me, then flicks its head to the side. Then again. And again. And, this time with a hiss, it repeats the gesture slowly, and it looks out beyond the branches.
My brow knits.
It’s trying to communicate with me.