“Thank you.” She said simply, glad he would think on the issue of giving The Gem a voice. Her creativity had brought about the chimes, but she was stymied at the thought of a further voice for The Gem. The Gem deserved one too, but Kelski was not clever in the ways of communication. It was, perhaps, one of her weakest skills.
She knew some of the magics he spoke of, and nodded at his question. “Kelvics are… thought to be animals. Inhuman. People assume it is hard for us to learn complex skills like magics or… even jewelcrafting. We can, if we are interested, but many of us are not. And I agree. It is a tool… a very powerful tool, but still just a tool.” Kelski said softly, shaking her head.
“I’d like to talk magic with you sometime. Maybe even introduce you to Gilthas. He is trying to … help mages in Sunberth by building a Guild for them. He said guilds were powerful things in the past and they could be again. He’d like to meet you… since you come from the old land, the Kingdom of Izurdin.” Kelski added, running her hand through her hair and stifling another yawn. “I’ll ask him to come around in a day or two. He most likely will visit anyhow.” Kelski said gently, then produced a key to give to Crylon.
She watched him leave, agreeing that it was late. And she fixed herself a light snack because it had been a long day and she’d been busy. She took an apple and cut the core out of it, but left the rest of it intact. Then she sprinkled cinnamon and sugar in its cavity and tucked it into a baking dish and placed it on the shelf in the hearth that bread and other things baked in. Stoking up the fire, she waited for the apple to cook to a softness where she could eat the delicious treat.
The truth was the Kelvic was lonely. She saw Duncan with Lia and wanted that same thing. Anja was with ghosts a lot and Kelski had the suspicion that unless she grew a set of hooves and became a horse he’d have very little interest in her other than a friend. There was a hole in her chest as if something had been ripped out of it and she didn’t understand why. Spending the afternoon with Crylon had helped. Projects always helped. But in the end, she wasn’t sure truly what was wrong with her other than being a Kelvic without a Bondmate.
Kelski reflected on Crylon… he was intelligent, engaging, and very opinionated. He was perhaps as stubborn as she was, but he had ideals too. The Isur had reminded her that change had to start with her and had frowned at her obvious bias and hatred of humans. He’d given her a lot to think of and she looked forward to the morning when she could perhaps talk to him again.
Her apple was done and Kelski pulled it out of the hearth just in time to hear Little Rhaus’ clicking footsteps on the wooden floor. The little statue walked up, had a seat and took in the baked apple. He lifted a ceramic eyebrow and said… “That bad huh?” Kelski grinned, saluted him with a fork, and nodded.
“Not as bad as it could be. I only baked one.” She said softly, then looked at Little Rhaus speculatively. “Will you sing me to sleep? Please?” She asked the statue softly, and then he knew it was bad because she rarely asked the magical figure for favors and rarely still did she say please. Little Rhaus nodded and didn’t wait for Kelski to head to bed. As she ate her baked apple treat, he began to play. She cleaned up the little dish she’d dirtied and got ready for bed, he followed her into her bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and sang softly to her well into the night until she finally fell into a restless sleep.
She knew some of the magics he spoke of, and nodded at his question. “Kelvics are… thought to be animals. Inhuman. People assume it is hard for us to learn complex skills like magics or… even jewelcrafting. We can, if we are interested, but many of us are not. And I agree. It is a tool… a very powerful tool, but still just a tool.” Kelski said softly, shaking her head.
“I’d like to talk magic with you sometime. Maybe even introduce you to Gilthas. He is trying to … help mages in Sunberth by building a Guild for them. He said guilds were powerful things in the past and they could be again. He’d like to meet you… since you come from the old land, the Kingdom of Izurdin.” Kelski added, running her hand through her hair and stifling another yawn. “I’ll ask him to come around in a day or two. He most likely will visit anyhow.” Kelski said gently, then produced a key to give to Crylon.
She watched him leave, agreeing that it was late. And she fixed herself a light snack because it had been a long day and she’d been busy. She took an apple and cut the core out of it, but left the rest of it intact. Then she sprinkled cinnamon and sugar in its cavity and tucked it into a baking dish and placed it on the shelf in the hearth that bread and other things baked in. Stoking up the fire, she waited for the apple to cook to a softness where she could eat the delicious treat.
The truth was the Kelvic was lonely. She saw Duncan with Lia and wanted that same thing. Anja was with ghosts a lot and Kelski had the suspicion that unless she grew a set of hooves and became a horse he’d have very little interest in her other than a friend. There was a hole in her chest as if something had been ripped out of it and she didn’t understand why. Spending the afternoon with Crylon had helped. Projects always helped. But in the end, she wasn’t sure truly what was wrong with her other than being a Kelvic without a Bondmate.
Kelski reflected on Crylon… he was intelligent, engaging, and very opinionated. He was perhaps as stubborn as she was, but he had ideals too. The Isur had reminded her that change had to start with her and had frowned at her obvious bias and hatred of humans. He’d given her a lot to think of and she looked forward to the morning when she could perhaps talk to him again.
Her apple was done and Kelski pulled it out of the hearth just in time to hear Little Rhaus’ clicking footsteps on the wooden floor. The little statue walked up, had a seat and took in the baked apple. He lifted a ceramic eyebrow and said… “That bad huh?” Kelski grinned, saluted him with a fork, and nodded.
“Not as bad as it could be. I only baked one.” She said softly, then looked at Little Rhaus speculatively. “Will you sing me to sleep? Please?” She asked the statue softly, and then he knew it was bad because she rarely asked the magical figure for favors and rarely still did she say please. Little Rhaus nodded and didn’t wait for Kelski to head to bed. As she ate her baked apple treat, he began to play. She cleaned up the little dish she’d dirtied and got ready for bed, he followed her into her bedroom, climbed onto the bed, and sang softly to her well into the night until she finally fell into a restless sleep.
