Page 234 of A Winding Wave of Magic
A promise of something more, however, was interrupted when he broke the kiss to look around again. “Something else is different.”
“The cave, I know.”
Not that. When Jonathan’s eyes met mine, they sparkled with magic.
I sat up straight. “Your power’s back?”
He nodded. “Seems that way. It feels different, but it’s definitely here.”
I could feel it too as he shared his Sight with me. Of me. There I was, awash with color, my own deep blue, but also his amber too, and the soft green that connected us now. And there, in the center of my mind, something blossomed.
That’s your power, love. His voice was a soft rumble through our bond.It’s grown too.
Tentatively, I reached down to touch the rock we sat on. No memories came to play, but something else arose instead at my inquisitive touch. Like the water had once spoken to me, sheltered me from chaos, the stone now did the same, offering its stability and strength in a moment where panic seemed apropos.
Feel the earth.
I did. And somehow, it welcomed me.
I didn’t know what that meant.
Or why it should even matter now.
Another breeze floated by.
A breeze.Which required a place for wind to pass.
Which meant the passage…was open.
A shiver shot down my spine that had nothing to do with the chill or the fact that I was as naked as the day I was born. Jonathan stiffened as he followed my thoughts.
We both stared down the passage just as footsteps sounded through the darkness.
Move.
In a moment, we were up on our feet, moving back into the shadows that still clung to the walls. Jonathan’s eyes locked on the darkened tunnel where the sounds emerged as he moved infront of me and crouched, keeping a hand twisted behind him to hold my wrist so I had the benefit of his thoughts and his Sight.
The echoes grew louder, reverberating off the ancient walls of the chamber like a drumbeat of warning. Seconds later, two figures appeared at the mouth of the tunnel, cloaked in a combination of roughly spun wool tunics and animal skins draped over their shoulders.
One was a woman whose age seemed to have touched only her hair, a mass of silver locs and braids tied off with beads made of gold and carved bone. Her companion was obviously younger, a girl with darker skin and bright blue eyes, whose deep brown hair was similarly adorned, if not with so many beads. She carried a bundle of skins and cloth under one arm and held a smoking bundle of herbs in her other hand.
They’re related, Jonathan informed me.
It was unnecessary. Through his Sight, the likeness of their energy was obvious in the swirling mix of blue and green particles.
Watery energy.
The energy of seers.
The older one opened her mouth and spoke. “Maíth.” She continued speaking in a tongue that was melodic and somewhat familiar, like a song I’d heard in a dream.
Is it…Irish? I asked Jonathan.
The woman stopped like I’d spoken to her directly.
I don’t think so, he replied.Not quite.
Her eyes, a bold, bright blue even in the dim light of the cave, shot to him as though his thoughts for me had also been spoken aloud.
