His laughter stilled ruffled water, and Sable smiled, thanking Laviku for granting her momentary grace of wit.
“You’re not,” Sable answered without missing a beat, leading from temple to shaded path. Unblinking stare sucked up their surroundings, leaving Pash’s identity turmoil for himself. His voice curled around her ears, though, and those delicate pink shells missed nothing. Least of all how easily he’d opened up after the mood had lightened. Their feet padded against warm stone, so unyielding and stable beneath bodies bred for swaying seas. Rustling leaves, chattering at them in the breeze, soared above the steady crash of waves.
“Caspien said that Laviku is familiar with your vessel, its hull has parted his waters for a long time with the same sailor at its helm. Leth must keep you from him at night, though, for him not to have noticed the one with horns.” Her knowledge of Ethaefal was limited, just the basic idea. All Svefra knew to look out for them, so that, at the very least, they didn’t run them over with their ships. She had yet the pleasure of having to dodge one.
“Or maybe he doesn’t differentiate between the body you claim doesn’t belong to him and the one he kept from smashing into rock.” They came to a quiet lagoon, Riemanced path switch backing through steep cliff before depositing them on a picturesque beach. Syna had worked her heat through the fine grains until each step felt a deliberate massage. Sable peeled off and moved to a nook carved in the craggy face. She pulled out a fishing net, spear, a pole and a small basket, one pair of goggles.
“You’ll need these,” she said, handing off the latter tool. Only a guess, but she imagined he hadn’t been granted Laviku’s mark and the blessings associated. “And here’s these.” He’d find net, spear and pole pressed into his chest. Pash had been so amenable thus far that the little sprite felt no qualms leading him to the edge of the fishing hole. “Caspien will be joining us for breakfast.” As though on cue, the priest appeared further down the beach but didn’t near.
“He’s promised to show me edible shore vegetation this morning,” she told him, moving away. Eyes the sea deep took in his tattoos and hair, lingering on his broken soul before the lanky youth turned away. Coming to Caspien’s side, the priest smirked at her.
“You can’t beat him over the head with it,” he said quietly, leading her toward leafy greens smeared along the edge of the water.
“What? If I was beating him over the head with it I’d just tell him flat out that he was fighting a losing battle. I think he might be melodramatic. Then I’d go sink his antique and force him to accompany my pod around the Suvan. Anyway, I did—“ her voice suddenly cut out, it had been projecting quite volubly across the water to the subject of their conversation. She threw a scrutinizing glare Pash’s way, to see if he’d caught her words. She waved blithely.
“Anyway, I don’t know how to manage to get people to understand the things that you understand without just telling them outright,” she continued, too quiet to overhear. Caspien sat on his haunches in ankle deep water, drawing his pupil down with him.
“See this, with the thick curl and finely shaped leaves? Anything you find like this you can eat.” He picked one of the nubbins and popped it in his mouth. “If you just tell them what you know without leading them along a sensible thought process to get there, they’ll just be following you through blind faith, if they believe you at all. Besides, you haven’t even scratched the surface with this one.”
Sable frowned. “I’ve sure done a lot of work for just scratching the surface.” She followed his lead, chomping down and reaching for something that could have been a distant cousin to their current snack. Caspien nodded approval and plucked it from her fingers to eat. He then led her deeper, picking up stray kelp strands and showing her which were good. His charge stripped off a few and tucked them away in the basket, followed by several of the two nubbins they’d already been snacking on.
“You haven’t even got that far, Sable. And I doubt you will. When he’s ready, he’ll come to me.”
It took him a few moments to realize the sprite wasn’t following along. He turned back, cocking a brow at her offended expression. When she suddenly turned and waded away toward Pash again, he looked bemused, a little worried, but went back to collecting breakfast.
“Hey! Pash!” She approached via shore, for fear of disturbing the fish too much should he be having any luck with any of the three methods she’d offered. He, after all, wasn’t terribly confidence inspiring.
“Look, you’re not Svefra because we’re nothing if not a family. We’re not the only humans that sail the seas, or the only ones with tattoos, or animal companions. We’re Svefra because our brothers and sisters are Svefra. The heart that beats in your chest doesn’t change the body it belongs to. This body belongs to us, to Laviku, and we want it back. Stop being selfish.”
As mysteriously as she’d appeared to him that morning, melting out of the garden, she disappeared again. Well, it would have been mysterious and elegant had she not thrown her basket of sea vegetables down in a shower of sand and whirled away to stomp off toward the temple. Arms waved and head wiggled, snatches of rant drifting back on the breeze toward the two men. |