your body." Her lashes parted half a second before her eyelids opened. Her pupils were huge, dilated so far that only a thin sliver of brown iris was visible. I watched her pupils shrink and expand as she focused on the ceiling of her tent.
“Focus on each thread in the cloth. Think about what you want to see and then slowly allow the Earth to come back and beat with your heart." The Earth was remaking her eyes so she could see like a hunting falcon.
"Don't think too much about your vision, just think about what you want to see and the Earth will do the rest. Close your eyes." She complied and I almost wished I had not asked her to. I wanted to look into her eyes again. I had missed her.
“As you inhale, pay careful attention to the scents in the tent. A candle on the dresser behind you is half burned. As you focus the Earth through your body, you will smell its wax, the burned wick, even the lingering smoke, though it hasn’t been lit today.”
"You smell wonderful," she whispered. "I missed you so much." It sounded like her throat was made of broken glass.
"Don’t speak. I missed you as well, Nadea." I took a deep breath and sighed. "We are almost done. You are doing well." I squeezed her hand again and she returned the clasp.
I spent the next half hour running her through basic Earth exercises. Her senses became tuned to the power and I taught her the basics of how to push the Elements through her body. She had much more to learn, but now she would not be driven insane from the overstimulation of her newly heightened senses.
"I'm going to get you some water. Then we can talk." I found the guard. Normally attendants came to check on us every few hours but I had lost track of time since I had awoken from my dream.
"I need an abundant amount of water and food," I told the guards at the door. One nodded and ran into the camp with urgency. I guessed they knew that Nadea had awoken. They probably heard us talking through the thin canvas.
"Do not let anyone else in but the food and water. Announce when it is here," I reminded the woman standing guard.
"Yes, sir." She saluted. "No one will enter."
"Kaiyer," Nadea's voice called me and I moved back to her side.
"Continue your breathing. When food and water get here we can talk."
"Okay." Her voice was a rasp. "Is my father here?"
"I need you to concentrate on this. No more talking until you drink and eat." I smiled at her question and thought about how happy she would be when I told her of Beltor.
I listened to Nadea's breathing continue for ten minutes. Then a sound of rattling utensils and plates pulled me to the entrance of the tent. I made my way there and grabbed the plates of food and water jugs from the guard without a word. Then I returned to my friend's side and helped her sit up in the bed.
"Drink," I commanded after I handed her a wooden cup filled with water. She did as I asked while I uncovered the rest of the food. It was eggs, venison, and steamed cabbage. Nadea took a plate from me and dug into the food without speaking. I sat back in my chair, took a few mouthfuls of the eggs, and then swallowed some water before I spoke again.
"What is the last moment you remember?" I started. Nadea didn't look Elven, but she definitely wasn't human. The most disturbing thing about changing her had not been this realization, it was that she had not seemed to experience any pain.
She put her fork down and looked at me. Her dark hair was a wonderful mess of sleepy tangles, but her eyes met mine and seemed to reflect what little light danced into the tent. The gray blanket had fallen around her waist when she sat up, but Gerald had changed her out of the servant's clothes I had originally found her wearing. Now she wore the simple brown garments of the soldiers in her camp.
She closed her eyes and took a long breath. "Nanos. He stabbed me with the knife I wanted to kill him with. Did I kill him?"
"He is still alive."
"You were there! I thought you had died. How
“Focus on each thread in the cloth. Think about what you want to see and then slowly allow the Earth to come back and beat with your heart." The Earth was remaking her eyes so she could see like a hunting falcon.
"Don't think too much about your vision, just think about what you want to see and the Earth will do the rest. Close your eyes." She complied and I almost wished I had not asked her to. I wanted to look into her eyes again. I had missed her.
“As you inhale, pay careful attention to the scents in the tent. A candle on the dresser behind you is half burned. As you focus the Earth through your body, you will smell its wax, the burned wick, even the lingering smoke, though it hasn’t been lit today.”
"You smell wonderful," she whispered. "I missed you so much." It sounded like her throat was made of broken glass.
"Don’t speak. I missed you as well, Nadea." I took a deep breath and sighed. "We are almost done. You are doing well." I squeezed her hand again and she returned the clasp.
I spent the next half hour running her through basic Earth exercises. Her senses became tuned to the power and I taught her the basics of how to push the Elements through her body. She had much more to learn, but now she would not be driven insane from the overstimulation of her newly heightened senses.
"I'm going to get you some water. Then we can talk." I found the guard. Normally attendants came to check on us every few hours but I had lost track of time since I had awoken from my dream.
"I need an abundant amount of water and food," I told the guards at the door. One nodded and ran into the camp with urgency. I guessed they knew that Nadea had awoken. They probably heard us talking through the thin canvas.
"Do not let anyone else in but the food and water. Announce when it is here," I reminded the woman standing guard.
"Yes, sir." She saluted. "No one will enter."
"Kaiyer," Nadea's voice called me and I moved back to her side.
"Continue your breathing. When food and water get here we can talk."
"Okay." Her voice was a rasp. "Is my father here?"
"I need you to concentrate on this. No more talking until you drink and eat." I smiled at her question and thought about how happy she would be when I told her of Beltor.
I listened to Nadea's breathing continue for ten minutes. Then a sound of rattling utensils and plates pulled me to the entrance of the tent. I made my way there and grabbed the plates of food and water jugs from the guard without a word. Then I returned to my friend's side and helped her sit up in the bed.
"Drink," I commanded after I handed her a wooden cup filled with water. She did as I asked while I uncovered the rest of the food. It was eggs, venison, and steamed cabbage. Nadea took a plate from me and dug into the food without speaking. I sat back in my chair, took a few mouthfuls of the eggs, and then swallowed some water before I spoke again.
"What is the last moment you remember?" I started. Nadea didn't look Elven, but she definitely wasn't human. The most disturbing thing about changing her had not been this realization, it was that she had not seemed to experience any pain.
She put her fork down and looked at me. Her dark hair was a wonderful mess of sleepy tangles, but her eyes met mine and seemed to reflect what little light danced into the tent. The gray blanket had fallen around her waist when she sat up, but Gerald had changed her out of the servant's clothes I had originally found her wearing. Now she wore the simple brown garments of the soldiers in her camp.
She closed her eyes and took a long breath. "Nanos. He stabbed me with the knife I wanted to kill him with. Did I kill him?"
"He is still alive."
"You were there! I thought you had died. How
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