Page 14 of A Song of Air
“The last of your kind. The last air Elemental.”
Hearing the words was a blow. It felt like she was being told that someone close to her had died. That, of course, was ridiculous. She didn’t know any other Elementals. They were a rare species. Having magic was rare in and of itself, but being an Elemental?
Her parents had often told her how special she was. That being an Elemental was a gift from Mana itself, and that she was meant to do great things with that power. That only a few were ever gifted with such abilities.
A few had dwindled down to one.
The proof lived in the scars on her back.
And they had ever since.
She knew she was just another Fae, but if there was intricate truth she was told that she believed with her whole heart, it was that shewasmeant for great things. Greater things than this...
As soon as those thoughts formed, she felt guilty. Wasn’t what she was doing here good enough? Arlo would have said it was great work, that they didn’t need anything else. Community. A sense of purpose.
Her mother would have scoffed in his face.
But her mother was dead. It wasn’t her who had saved Bryson from that carriage. It had been Arlo. She owed him her life, and if this was what he wanted her to do with it well, she didn’t have any other choice but to be loyal to him and his cause.
The only problem was, she wasn’t sure she agreed with it at all.
Flower or Storm
Bryson’s feet carriedher through the woods. Overhead, her familiar circled, either hunting or keeping a close watch on Bryson after receiving all that information, she wasn’t sure. Things in her mind were reeling, and her familiar knew not to add on to her already stressed state.
She’d been paired up with Ev for patrolling, something she was sure he had everything to do with. He tried to keep her close during moments like this, though she wasn’t sure if it was so they could spend more time together, or if it was out of jealousy and he didn’t want her to be with others...
“Bryson, slow down,” Ev called out. He rushed to keep up with her fast stride. When he caught up to her, he tossed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
Her skin itched at the contact.
Bryson noticed a pattern when it came to Ev. Every time after they were intimate, he pulled her closer, almost to the point of beingclingy. He became her shadow and showered her with affection. She tried not to be annoyed with him, though, and never set up her own boundaries.
They were together, after all. Relationships were hard to form these days, especially for Bryson. When others thought of her as defective, Everett was different. He was kind to her, and she laughed when she was with him. The sex wasn’t terrible, either. In fact, she enjoyed it.
The problem was, he enjoyed itmore. Perhaps it was because she was Fae and he was human, creating a very obvious power imbalance. She couldn’t use the full extent of her strength, and while he definitely gave her orgasms, there were times where she felt... unsatisfied afterwards. Like she had too much energy beneath her skin, and she didn’t know how to blow it off.
