New Beginnings

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

I pulled the stilettos on slowly, and pulled myself to my feet using the railing before making my way up the stairs. I would escape the too watchful eyes of the fairy in favor of a darkened corner at the Inn.

I headed for a table in the corner, asking the bartender for a glass of sparkling water, but was nearly given heart failure when Klinton’s voice came from behind me, “Why don’t you throw in a hamburger or something with that water?”

I whirled around nearly losing my balance in the process, “Klinton!” I was overjoyed to see him, and for a moment wondered if I had conjured him up as wishful thinking, but he was there as real as could be.

He looked me over with a bit of a frown in his features, and I can only assume he was disappointed at what he saw. I had grown so fat, but I flew into his arms anyway, and he lifted me off the ground with a kiss I had missed these weeks gone by. He whispered, “hey you,” and smiled at me as I wrapped both arms around his neck.

“When did you get back?” Gads but he was a sight for sore eyes.

“It’s good to see you dear,” he told me, and yet there was something in his eyes that was not right. During his absence, I had put on a number of extra kilograms, and I did not look like the wife he had left weeks ago.

I flashed him a smile, “better to see you, I’ve missed you.” That was an understatement. I had more than missed him, but we were in public and it was best not to make too big a scene. I stayed put in his arms, looking up at him, “I’ve been lonely, and growled at everyone, including Dyson.”

He shook his head, “well, now you won’t be lonely. I have one thing to follow up on tomorrow, but after that, I should be around quite a bit more. And if I wasn’t eating, I’d be grouchy too.”

I lifted a pale brow at him, “Not eating? I’m getting quite fat.” How did he know?

He looked me over again, “not nearly plump enough, in fact, it’s a bit concerning to me.”

I shook my head resolutely, “I’m fine, really. Better now that you are here.”

He smiled that smile that always makes me feel safe and loved, “good, so promise you’ll eat?”

I swayed a bit on my feet, but couldn’t give him the promise he sought, “Shall we sit down?”

He kept an arm around me and agreed that we certainly should sit down, for I was in danger of falling down, and I smiled, “good, I’m worn out.”

He pulled a chair out, and helped me get comfortable. “from what?”

I happily settled into the chair, “We will probably have our guests another couple of weeks. And have you heard that Lucien and Topaz are expecting?” I kept talking very quickly in order to keep the topic of discussion from being me. The last thing I wanted was for him to delve too deeply into my eating habits.

He shook his head, “NO...I didn't know that. Perhaps you can have a few meals together.”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

I let that go since Carpathians do not eat, that would not make him feel any better, so I continued as though I had not heard him, “They are ecstatic, and I've hired Rina to take Anne's place at the plant. Anne found her, and she has some of the skills we need.” He told me that was great, and so I continued, “: I thought we would have a garden party to introduce Jaleeisa and Che to Mikhail. What do you think?”

He studied me a moment longer, “Sounds great. Will you be eating at said party?”

I shook my head, “Well, the Carpathian's won't have need or want of food,” then involuntarily my hand slid over my bulging abdomen, “besides, I don’t need food.”

He gave me a worried look, but did not argue, so I continued, “So what did you find? Anything?”

Klinton shook his head, “wild goose chase.”

I reached for his hand, focusing on keeping it steady, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed, “I'm sorry. It was wrong for me to leave you like that.” He gave my hand a long look before lifting his gaze to mine.

I was puzzled, “Sorry? Why are you sorry? The lead sounded promising.” I gave him a warm smile, “but you’re back.”

He frowned slightly, “I am, but I left my pregnant wife at home.”

I slid closer to him, “Lots of people do that.” Then I leaned against his shoulder, “how about taking me home?”

He rose then, “But I didn’t think I would.” Then he scooped me up into his arms, “I’ll carry you there.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, snuggling into the warmth of his chest, “I’m glad you’re home.”

He carried me through the door, “I’m glad to be home.”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

He fell sound asleep upon reaching the Palazzo, and while I wanted to remain curled into his arms, I could not sleep. Pain gnawed at my insides, and so I slid from our bed and wandered the Palazzo alone for a while. Until Gabriel came soundlessly into the room.

We talked for some time, and at length he agreed to escort me into RhyDin. We arrived at the Arena, and I made my way carefully and with deliberation to an empty chair near the stairs. Topaz and Rab both waved simultaneously, and as Gabriel took a position against the wall, Topaz rose and took her coffee with her to go speak to him.

I sent Hubie for a glass of sparkling water as Gnimish tossed a wave my direction, which I returned as Hubie brought the water. I removed the stilettos and curled up. Wrapping one arm around my expanding waistline, and taking the glass in the other hand, I enjoyed a moment to myself as Gabriel’s attention was diverted by Topaz.

Xenograg walked into the Arena shortly thereafter, and I was reminded of the discussion the other evening with Anjolie and Cassius. I invited him to have a seat if he had the time to discuss ponies with me. He agreed and walked over, taking the offered seat.

He smiled and opened with the usual light banter, inquiring after my health, which I announced that I was getting fat, and he laughed, telling me he was fighting the same fight that I was. I smiled and told him I had a question if he did not mind.

He gave me an enigmatic smile, “You can ask.” He sat back and set the scabbard across his lap.

“I thought that I remembered that you had steppe pony or two, did my memory fail me?” I was fairly certain he had steppe ponies, but needed him to verify that before we went any further.

He nodded, “you are correct, I own both horses and ponies.”

Then I began to tell him about the discussion a few evenings prior, “We were having an interesting discussion the other evening about ponies, and Cassius suggested I send a negotiator into the steppes to try to obtain a steppe pony.... what do you think of such animals for children?”

He seemed to ponder that a moment, “Ponies do have advantages where children are concerned.... Stallions are stallions, so I suggest a gelding either way.”

I nodded, “Yes, a gelding is best, mares and their heat cycles are trouble too.”

He then wanted to know how old the child in question was and I told him about 3 to 4 years of age.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

I asked him if he believed the nomads could be safely dealt with, and that earned a pained expression from Cicero. It seems the Romans shared a view of the nomads.

Xeno smiled, “but then, I am a lord of such nomads.” He felt they could be safely dealt with, but he had an inside track.

I chuckled, “Cassius felt it would not be safe for me to go to do the negotiating.” There was a short, soft gasp and I glanced at Cicero, but he looked away and I could not catch his attention.

Xeno shrugged, “Perhaps, but perhaps no more than any other strange land or culture.” He did not seem overly worried about the prospect.

“So this would not be as risky as Cassius thought?” I pressed him slightly.

He smiled, “Now that I know of your interest, no.”

I gave him an answering smile, “I do not believe Anjolie likes the idea, but the nomads have bred the steppe ponies for centuries.”

He nodded his agreement, and then brightened, “Oh, are you aware of the steppe saddles? They are short-stirrupped. This will help with a child of age 4. The downside is you cannot use them to step up into the saddle.”

“Not really, I do not know much about the steppe ponies other than that they are hardy, and resilient.” I knew next to nothing about the steppe peoples, but I would have to remedy that weakness.

Cicero spoke up about then, “Longer than that.”

I turned my gaze back to Cicero, “Indeed? I suspect Arturo will be helping the child mount the pony anyway,” I was curious how Cicero know about horses. I had always believed that the majority of Romans were not horsemen, that such was reserved for the commanders and charioteers. But perhaps I am mistaken in their history.

Cicero continued, “thousands of years have passed, I am told.” And then he offered no more.

“have they kept breeding records?” My question was directed at both Xenograg and Cicero.

Xenograg told me to be certain to include a saddle in the negotiations, and that reminded me to inquire about a bridle, but he felt a modern bridle would be just fine. Then he answered my question about breeding records, “Such records are oral but surprisingly informed. Breeding is a matter of prestige amongst the clans.”

I considered his recommendations, “So I would like to make arrangements to see these nomads about negotiating for a pony. Any suggestions how best to open negotiations?”

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Xenograg nodded, “I can arrange access, security, and introduction to a reputable -- and suitable -- breeder.”

He could open the pathway for me, and that was most helpful of him. He then wanted to know if I had a suitable groom, and I told him about Arturo, who is my very capable Master of Horse. I repeated my query, “Any hints how to best open these discussions? I know next to nothing about the Steppe people.”

But he sidestepped my question again, “If you are not too choosy about bloodlines, you and Arturo could look over my small herd.”

I thanked him, “We are looking for the right animal, the blood lines only need to be sound of temperament and conformation. I do not plan to begin breeding ponies.”

He smiled, “I have been buying with my own children in mind, so temperament has been paramount. What transport do you have for a trip to Xenodar?”

I thought about it a moment, “I had thought to take the McLaren. How will they feel about technology?”

He frowned slightly, “Would likely scare them greatly. We can arrange for a landing area away from any active pastures. Many of my retainers have been here in the City, and have seen some tech.”

“I see. So an alternative as we get closer would be in order?” It would not be much longer and I would no longer be able to ride a horse, but if I went sooner rather than later, perhaps I could weather a couple of hours in the saddle still.

He chuckled softly, “There are always alternatives.” He adjusted the lay of the wood scabbard for his comfort. “I would offer you the hospitality of Xenodar, but my manor is unfinished.”

I leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes tightly for a moment as a flash of pain tore through my stomach again. I would not remain in Xenodar any longer than necessary, but there was no point in risking an insult to him. “I should be going, I thank you for your information General.”

He stood then, “My pleasure Azjah.”

Gabriel was instantly at my side, offering his arm to me as support. I thanked Xeno and took Gabriel’s arm.

[Gabriel]

The Marchioness was in no condition to be out and about, but her restlessness was a living thing that I could feel, and so I agreed to take her out, but resolved to bring her back at the first indication of trouble. We arrived at the Arena, and I found a place against the cold stone wall, leaning my shoulder against it, and crossing my arms to wait.

As I did so, Lucien’s lifemate approached me, clearly she did not understand that Lucien would not approve of this action, especially since I am unmated, and so I retained a cold and aloof demeanor with her, trying to help her understand this was not something she should do on any kind of regular basis. She had said she wanted to thank me, and I gave her a slight frown, “Tell me thank you? May I inquire for what?”

“Of course. Lucien told me that you are once again patrolling in the Valley.” She said it as though such a thing deserved thanks, but in fact it is our responsibility to our people, and those who live in RhyDin.

I acknowledged that we were there hunting the vampyre, and she got in her barb, “no more acid trap accidents though I hope?”

I lifted a brow at her, “no, no acid traps of late.”

She continued on in a very un-Carpathian manner, “If it wasn't for that promise Lucien made me give, I guess you rather get hurt than have me around anyway. There's something else I don't quite know how to ask.” Her shrug spoke volumes, but it will not change our views on women accompanying a Hunter on a vampyre hunt.

“It is not that at all, but we are used to hunting Topaz.” We do not seek injury, but sometimes it happens. Putting our women in danger is simply not an option.

She smiled, “And you're very good at it. I just don't like knowing you got hurt by something I could have helped with. There's something else I don't quite know how to ask.”

Her self assuredness was amusing, “We cannot know that you could have prevented it. And what question would that be?”

Her voice dropped low, “Can you keep Azjah from making herself sick?”

“How do I do that Topaz?” So, she had noted it as well. This was not good.

She shrugged helplessly, “did you already try and fail?”

Discussion of the Marchioness’ business is not something I engage in, but this could not simply be ignored. “She is viewing this differently from the rest of us. But do you recommend we force her?”

Topaz thought about that a moment, “know I'd be very angry if anyone forced me to do anything I don't want. But there must be something acceptable other then to wait until she passes out, miscarries or worse.” Her voice remained very soft, but still, the Marchioness would hear her if she were paying attention. I could only hope she was more attuned to her discussion with the General.

[Gabriel]

It was time to end this line of discussion, “we can speak with her.” She nodded and thanked me, and my gaze slid over the too thin woman in question.

I thought she would depart, but the fairy continued to stand before me, “Are you getting used to the idea of being an uncle?”

I lifted a brow at her, “I will get used to the idea when it is time. Has Lucien not told you about why our race is dying?”

Her smile was totally unconcerned, “Yes, he has. I have spent a lot of thought on it too.”

“Then you know even if the child is birthed, it may not survive?” I reminded her.

She blithely informed me that hers would survive, and I hope she is correct, but will not be so confident as she. But she simply grinned, “I know I am. Julian made a wish.”

I lifted a brow at her, “A wish?” I was incredulous.

“Aye” came her simple reply.

“Let us hope your wishes are strong enough.” For Lucien’s sake, I hope wishes are enough.

She went on to elaborate, “Mine are useless unless they are the kind Lucien can make come true. I can't wish of myself.” Thunder echoed over the arena, and I knew Lucien was sensing my presence too close to his mate, and a gave a faint smile. Would the fairy understand the warning my brother was giving me?

Apparently not as she continued to remain too close and speaking directly to me, “Anyway, true wishes made of me all have come true, so you don't need to worry about that.”

“Again, I do hope you are correct.” Then inspiration struck, “Have you decided to visit Auriga?”

She chuckled, “I am sure Lucien and I will go on a little vacation when the time is right and responsibilities allow to slip away for a few weeks.”

“You should see our homeland.” He knew she did not want to be taken away to learn their ways, but if he pushed hard enough, she might retreat to a safer distance from him.

“I would like to see it,” she said with a smile, “if it was any easier to reach and return from, I’m sure I would have already.”

“Can you leave the magic here?” Perhaps she was tied to this world permanently.

“For a few weeks, and so long as nothing untoward happens, yes.”

I nodded, “I see.” So she could be removed from here without ill effect.

She gave me a smile, “I guess it may be a little like can you go some place that has no earth.”

Touché, “I can, but it does not mean I like to do so.” She understood our ties to the earth.

She smiled, seemingly content to have found an analogy. “But I am curious enough to go have a look when the opportunity presents itself. I'll just have to be careful with the use of magic.”

The Marchioness was struggling, and I could feel her distress as I glanced her direction, but told Topaz that the Carpathian mountains are stunning. And that our homeland is in the heart of these beautiful mountains.

“I like mountains and forests,” she chuckled then added, “You’ve seen Atrebla and its mountains. Is it anything like that?”

I shook my head, but kept my focus on the Marchioness, “these are sheer, rocky faced mountains that rise in jagged splendor much wilder and more untamed than Atrebla.”

She told me that Lucien should enjoy seeing it in color as well, but I felt the pain rip through Azjah, and I unfolded my arms and began to move toward the Marchioness, “If you will excuse me? I believe we are about to depart.” I moved silently to stand beside her, and the wan smile she gave me spoke more than any words she could have uttered, I offered her my arm as she bade everyone a good evening. Always the lady, she would never abruptly leave, no matter the pain she felt. I escorted her from the Arena back to the Palazzo.

It was time to have a discussion with the Marquess.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Klinton had gone again, he had said there was one more thing he needed to do, and again I was alone in the Palazzo with just Dyson and Lucien. It has grown easier to refuse food, I do not even desire it now. The water is about all I can keep down now, and not even that if it is too cold, so I have taken to letting it sit until it becomes room temperature. Then I can keep it down.

I focused on walking into the Arena with a steady poise that I did not feel. I paused on the landing as Lucien faded into visibility behind me. With his unseen support, I made my way down the stairs, one at a time as Lucien moved with me. Topaz waved to us both, but she had only eyes for her mate.

Des greeted us as I found an empty table at the base of the stairs. My strength was gone, and a walk further into the room would not have been possible. Lucien pulled out a chair for me, and Topaz walked toward us. I put on a smile as she approached. “Good evening Topaz.”

Lucien slipped an arm around Topaz then, and I send Hubie for the sparkling water, asking that he bring it without ice.

Anjolie waved from her perch with Cory, and I waved back, but I was happy she did not join me, as I was simply worn out. Rena nodded a greeting, but her attention quickly reverted to the diminutive dragon, and I thankfully took the water from Hubie. “Good evening Rena.”

Drakhan was cheerfully begging sweets from Amaltea, sitting at her feet drooling as he looked up at her with the most adorable expression.

Amaltea smiled as she looked at Drakhan, then told her husband, “ahhh, I came prepared!” She then pulled some caramel out of her pocket and tossed it across the room, away from where they sat. “Go fetch” she told the lizard.

The lizard gave Amaltea a happy, innocent look and planted a big drooly lick on her foot before running off to chase the caramel. I do not believe Amaltea understood that ‘fetch’ meant go get it and bring it back to me. I had to chuckle softly as I kicked off the stilettos and curled up in the chair. I wrapped both hands around the glass, seeking to warm it up with my hands before taking a sip of it.

Drakhan did not disappoint, he went waddling right back to Amaltea after consuming the caramel. Not quite a ‘fetch’ in the true sense of the word, but like a proverbial boomerang, he was back at her feet with an adoring expression, and a puddle of drool forming at her feet.

She pulled her feet up into her chair with a whimper, “GNIMISH!!!!”

The gnome jumped, “wha?” He spun around, “I didn’t do it, it was broken when I found… er…oh…. Drakhan!”

She shot the gnome a pointed look, “Yeah! Drakhan!” Xenograg tried to grab the lizard’s chain without getting his boots ruined, but missed.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Topaz gave me a worried look before she smiled up at Lucien, and his eyes shot toward me a moment before he shook his head. He leaned close to Topaz, “he will not touch you again.” His obsidian eyes locked onto Falon, who was still downing the meade. She slipped an arm around him, whispering, “Of course not.” It had angered Lucien as we had made our way here when he sensed Falon grabbing Topaz by the arm.

Amaltea and Xenograg made their greetings as I took an experimental sip of the water.

Topaz gave me an assessing look that I was growing accustomed to seeing, “still just water, Azjah? How about a glass of milk, or juice instead?”

I shook my head, “the water is fine, thank you Topaz.” No point in telling her neither of those would stay down, she would simply worry more.

She sighed, “that baby is starving.”

I gave her a disbelieving look, “it grows ever larger.” If it were starving, it would not be growing. This was becoming a regular discussion, and I was grateful when Lucien leaned over to kiss her neck gently. Asking her what he could get for her since she seemed to enjoy eating right now.

I sent Marcus for a plate of medium rare beef to tempt Drakhan with as Topaz was distracted sufficiently to cease her mother henning of me. Rather than coming outright and telling me I was killing the child, she chuckled at her mate, “more of that.” Then she smiled up at him, “A cup of coffee for now will have to do though.”

A pang of envy rippled through me at their flirtatious play. Klinton had been gone so long, and his one evening home was just not enough to make up for all that we had been missing. I wonder if my father had left my mother during her pregnancy, and how she made up for the lonely hours. Then shaking my head, it would not do to dwell on things I will never know the answers to.

Lucien had a tray of fresh fruit and a fresh cup of coffee brought for Topaz. He offered to have something brought for me, but I declined silently as Topaz whispered to him, ‘that would have been mean to say.”

Lucien leaned over and whispered to her, “she feels differently than you or I.” That was an understatement, but I appreciate that Lucien understands. No one else seems to understand.

I sipped the water slowly, feeling it settle into my stomach. There was a brief moment of concern that it would not stay there, but it did, and I leaned back into the chair then.

Topaz reached for a banana and began to peel it as she told Lucien that there were less torturous ways to do what ever it was she thought I was doing. She would not listen to me that I was fine, and seemed convinced that I was trying to kill either the child or myself. Neither of which is the case.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

I took the beef from Hubie, tempting the lizard as he raced off toward some flowers Gnimish had conjured to pull the dragon off Amaltea. I gave him a wry smile, “seems I cannot compete with flowers tonight.”

The lizard grabbed a mouthful of flowers before turning to peer at me, and my offering of medium rare beef, he left half of the bundle on the floor and came bouncing my direction. I lowered the beef to his level as he arrived.

Xenograg prompted his wife that they should leave before Drakhan remembered them, but Amaltea was busy cheering on an overgrown Orange currently in the ring.

Topaz nibbled on the banana, “there’s really not much more I feel would be okay for me to do, but that doesn’t keep me from worrying.” Lucien kept an arm around her, but reached for a strawberry, dipping it in chocolate and teasing her with it. The fairy looked at the chocolate dipped strawberry hungrily and whispered a soft “oh!”

Drakhan gobbled up a good portion of the beef in pretty much one bite, swallowing it essentially whole, but then he bit the plate and raised his head, trying to get me to take the other portion of beef back. I have never seen Drakhan refuse food. I gave him a surprised look, “not hungry?” Perhaps he had had too much tonight.

The lizard shook his head a bit, slinging drool about, and tossing some of the beef off the plate, but then he stretched waaaay up, trying to offer me the plate once more. I took the plate from him, setting it on the table with a concerned look at the diminutive lizard. I did not understand his actions, and gave him a sad look, “I don’t have any caramels Drakhan.”

He shook his head, and looked between the plate and myself several times before slapping his tail hard against the floor. It dawned on me then, somehow Drakhan had picked up on Topaz’s concern and was offering to share his beef with me, I gave him a smile, “I am not hungry, I had Hubie bring this for you.” I hoped he would understand me.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

About then, Gnimish peered at the lizard, wondering what mischief he was up to tonight, and then the gnome called him. “Drakhan!”

I gave the gnome a worried look, “He’s turning down this lovely beef Gnimish.”

Gnimish canted his head at Drakhan, he as confused as I as Drakhan sat there staring at me, occasionally thumping his tail on the floor. Finally Gnimish told the lizard to cease and go bug Amaltea or something.

Amaltea was appalled, “Gnim! Don’t send it here!”

Gnimish pointed at Drakhan, “But he’s buggin’ Azjah!”

I have never considered Drakhan to be a nuisance, and was trying to see if there was something else I could get the little dragon, and asked him if I should have cookies or something else brought, but he simply shook his head sadly then turned and waddled away sadly, his head drooping a bit as he made his way toward Amaltea and Xenograg, as though he were simply following orders, but did not truly wish to go.

I watched the lizard walk away, a frown creasing my features. I took a sip of the water, and set the glass down, I was not feeling well, and decided it was time to return to the Palazzo. I slid the stilettos back on and Lucien gave Topaz a hug as I pulled myself to my feet, pausing to let the dizziness pass before bidding Topaz and Gnimish good night.

Xenograg also bade me goodnight, and as he told me to take care, his expression was grave.

Lucien moved behind me, a hand lightly on my waist as we went up the stairs

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

It was unexpected to meet Topaz so early in the morning, although I knew she was within the Palazzo walls as Lucien’s mate. It was just a very seldom thing to run into either Lucien or Gabriel unless they were departing with her, and so seeing Topaz walk into the Great Room was a bit of a surprise from where I sat at my desk trying to ignore Kendrick 2.0 and get some shipments ready for delivery and get the information Rina needed to make her first delivery in her position as Anne’s hopeful replacement.

Topaz paused carrying the box, setting it on the desk beside my interface to the computer. She quickly explained what the little tablets were, and how to use them before she quickly left me alone with her ‘gift’. There was concern, and something more in the fairy’s eyes, but today she did not reprimand me for my appearance.

My stomach cramped at the mere thought of food, but these were not food per se. I opened the box and peered inside. Vitamins and glucose she had said. But if those vitamins brought back the hunger? Then what? I had just recently gotten past the stabbing pains hunger had caused, and I did not want to go through that again. That had been some of the most intense pain I had ever endured.

Besides, how much longer would I have to go before my weight returned to where it should be? There had to be an equilibrium point that would be reached where the growing child and my weight would remain in balance. I could not imagine going 9 months with continuous fattening. My word, I would not fit into any of my clothes!

I gingerly picked up one of the individually wrapped tablets that she had provided, studying it as though I could give me the answers I sought, but it did not. I turned to the computer interface and began a search on how glucose would act on the system, because the last thing I wanted was for these things to stimulate a need for food again. The screen lit up with these words, ‘Glucose is an energy source, and one of the most important carbohydrates in biology. It is the ubiquitous fuel in biological systems, and is the key source of energy for human beings.’ I read further, ‘some of glucose goes directly to fuel brain cells and erythrocytes, while the rest makes its way to the liver and muscles, where it is stored as glycogen, and then converted to fat.’ 1 I stopped reading. She had given me pills to increase my storage of fat!??

I put the wrapped tablet back into the box. Why would she do such a thing?




(1.: Wikipedia, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glucose)

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Azjah sat before the interface with her computer, the image of Kendrick remained, and her temper was growing shorter by the moment when she heard Topaz enter the Great Room, “good morning Azjah.”

She looked at the screen with a frown as the image spoke to her, she hadn’t heard Dyson admit anyone, so she surmised that Topaz had been below the Palazzo all along, but she looked up in surprise anyway. “Topaz, good morning to you.”

She walked in and glanced at the computer, and in a voice Azjah had not heard her use before she began to speak, “Is there any place I shouldn’t set this? Do you prefer milk or broth?”

The Marchioness slammed her hand down upon the table as hard as she could then, still glaring at the image of Kendrick on the screen and muttering unrepeatable epithets at the image there, “You may set it anywhere Topaz.” Then she raised her gaze to the fairy again, “I? I would like just the tea Dyson brought earlier.” But then her attention was dragged back to the image of Kendrick as it spoke again.

Topaz seemed nonplussed as she thanked her and continued speaking in the odd voice, “that tea has no nutrients, but if it helps, you can pretend it’s tea.” She set the tray down within easy reach and picked up a very small bowl of milk and a tiny spoon as she leaned against Azjah’s desk to face her, “Le said the milk would be better, so we’ll try that. Are you ready Lucien?”

Azjah lifted distracted blue eyes to the fairy then, “excuse me?” But as she opened her mouth to speak, she found it suddenly obstructed by the tiny spoon and several drops of the warm milk Topaz had inquired about earlier. Azjah frowned as the drops were slid between her lips to wet her tongue, and she frowned deeply at Topaz, “Really! This is not necessary, and I do not desire milk at the moment.” The mere thought of food of any kind nauseated her, and having Topaz there force feeding her was more than her dignity was prepared to tolerate.

But Topaz seemed to be waiting for just such an opportunity and managed to get the second spoonful into her mouth, “You do, too. You just don’t want to admit it.” Topaz firmly ignored her protest.

Azjah was clearly stunned by this tactic, and slid as far back into her chair as she could, “I can’t. You don’t understand!”

The spoon Topaz was holding, of course, followed her as she retreated into the back of her chair. “I understand fully, and you can. Lucien’s going to help. And, I won’t tell anyone if it doesn’t work.” She pulled back the spoon then and refilled it.

“Topaz, stop this! I have not been able to keep anything down for days…. Even with help.” She warily watched the fairy, hating to admit to anyone how serious things had become. But her protestations went unheeded.

“Le said to have no more than fits into one of these little egg cups at once for a start.” She kept talking in a calm, monotone manner, “this is different, like mommy’s milk, sort of. Here, open up and have one for Klinton, or would you rather I play airplane?” She grinned faintly at that.

Azjah frowned at her levity, “it will not stay down, trust me. It is not for lack of trying.” Pain lanced through her features as the richness of those few drops brought about the usual gag reflex, and the Marchioness fought to keep the miniscule contents where they were. But this was more than just her body rejecting nutrients. This was different. Deeper, more primal than before. Fear slithered up her spine, she had not the strength to rise alone, and Lucien was clearly helping Topaz.

“Sure it will. You just look at the flickering lights and distract yourself,” as the fairy ‘flew’ the spoon up and down making motor humming noises, “here comes the space ship,”

Azjah closed her eyes, now oblivious to Kendrick or Topaz. She gasped in pain as another ripped through her body, worse than the first one. Topaz set down the spoon, “Quick, think of something else, like the steppe pony. Who is the pony for?”

Perspiration beaded slowly on the Marchioness’ forehead, and her voice was only a faint whisper, “the child.” She wrappaed both arms around herself, calling Gabriel via their pathway, she needed help, and she needed it now.

Gabriel faded into view then, standing immediately behind her chair, taking on some of the pain that ripped through the too thin woman’s frame, and he gave Topaz a penetrating look, her message to Lucien having been conveyed to Gabriel as well, “You have no need for a midwife.” Gabriel had known the instant the child’s heart had ceased to beat, and the moment death had taken the small life that had begun to grow within Azjah’s womb. But it was there no longer.

Topaz smiled at Gabriel before she turned back toward Azjah, she seemed to be listening, “I guess I should ask if you’d like the attempt made to save it?”

Gabriel shook his head very faintly, but it was a gesture clearly meant for Topaz.

Azjah made no reply, but asked Topaz for Andre’s tea as pale fingers grasped the arms of the chair hard.

Topaz’s cryptic words were missed as Azjah tried to wrap shaking hands around the cup, “at least you are not alone, what kind of tea is this anyway?” She seemed to take a long sniff of the steaming brew.

Azjah did not know, she only knew it was soothing, and something Andre had concocted for her that remained down. Gabriel’s hand rested lightly upon her shoulder, and his connection to her strengthened as he felt the waves of pain rise again.

Topaz asked if she would like to be somewhere more comfortable, but Gabriel did not wait for a reply before scooping up the too thin woman and fading from view. A look of profound pain in his features as Gabriel vanished from the Great Room.

Gabriel spirited the Marchioness directly to the space port, and aboard the Sky Dragon before telling Lucien where he was going. The child was lost, what remained was for the Marchioness to know it, and her body to reject the now dead part of itself. He would need all of his abilities to bring her through what was to come, and only in Auriga could he do that.

As the space craft powered up, Gabriel sent Azjah into a suspended animation. He would need focus for what lay ahead.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

Suspended animation is a very pleasant state. There is no sensation of pain, no nagging lists of things that need to be done, there is only peace. The kind of peace one might feel just at the edge of waking after a glorious night’s sleep, or that blissful fuzzy moment just before drifting off to sleep. Star pilots often remark on the moment of vexation when suspended animation ends and consciousness returns. It is the kind of state everyone needs to experience to appreciate.

I was in that state, although I do not know why or for how long. It is common for star travelers to use this for long flights, and I was no stranger to it, but this time was different. The settings on the sealed chamber were not set for me, and that meant that I was more aware than was usual for this traveling state. Not fully cognizant, but my mind worked slowly but it was working. The settings had been altered, but not by myself, that puzzled me slightly, but not enough to drag me toward the surface.

The last thing I remembered was being at the Palazzo, working on trying to rid myself of the software intruder Kendrick had planted and not having any success. Topaz and Lucien had come, she was still trying to force me to eat, but for weeks that had not been possible. It was easier to focus on other things, and Klinton had been so angry that I was not eating. So angry. He had left again. Things demanded his attention. I couldn’t focus on them now, but I knew they were important.

And still Klinton remained gone; away more than I ever thought he would be. A part of me wanted to break down and weep, but I had been alone for most of my life, it was not a weepable event. Even now when our child struggled as I did to survive, I could not rationalize weeping.

As I look back now, it was in that sluggish moment that clarity struck me. I was aboard one of my vessels, bound for a destination unknown, and held in suspended animation. There could be only one reason for that. Something had happened that morning, something terrible had happened, and Gabriel was spiriting me away. He was the only one who would fly the Star Dragon besides me.

Voluntary movement was not possible, but I remember seeking inside myself for any sign of life from the child Klinton had wanted so deeply, but all I felt was hollowness. How much of that was the state I was held in, and how much was reality I will not likely ever know. Now I can look back and make myself believe that I knew even then, but I do not believe in that state the stark reality registered completely. Such a realization should have pulled me from the lethargy of suspension, but it had not.

[Azjah von Drachen Walde]

The ship landed, and I became aware of movement, being released from the stasis, but it was not a complete release. Gabriel wrapped his thoughts around my own, holding me closely and keeping pain at bay. His melodic voice kept up a steady stream of comforting words, and I did not struggle against him. It was as though I knew that waking would bring me the worst pain of my life. I hid within the cocoon of his care as we left the city behind, and traveled into the wilderness of Auriga. His power over the minds of humans is something I knew existed, and yet I was not frightened by his control. Perhaps I should have been afraid. I was used to being in control, but I had none, and did not fight it.

I knew we were on Auriga, for Gabriel told me as much. He explained that he would need the help of a special person, and the power of his people. I do not recall how long we traveled but I do remember sensing one of the most beautiful sunsets imaginable. How much of it was Gabriel’s influence, and how much was real doesn’t really matter. That I remember it as I do is what matters. That image would come back to me again and again.

We reached deep into the Carpathian Mountains, far away from what many would call ‘civilization’. The cold mountain air was so fresh it almost hurt to breathe it in, and yet we continued to travel. The gypsies of the area have many stories of the deep wilds. Where creatures of legend live; and where no one goes without the blessing of Gabriel’s prince. It is a world of mystery, and fear, but I felt none of that fear as we reached the tree line upon a slope of a mountain I had only heard stories told about. I knew where we were before Gabriel confirmed it. My bones knew. My blood knew. My spirit knew.

We had reached the place that legend tells birthed the Carpathian people. The mountain and its magic gave birth to the special gifts of Gabriel’s people. I had been brought to the fountainhead of his kind. There was only one reason for him to bring me here.

I was dying, as my child had already done.

It was here that I would live or die, based on the powers that be in that place. There was no fear in that realization. There was acceptance that my child was dead, and that it was quite possible that I would follow it. Acceptance of what ever would come to pass.

Night has a texture. It has substance, and in this place, I learned that the night has power beyond anything human beings can comprehend. Gabriel wrapped me into that darkness; wrapped himself around me and let that substance take shape into something I cannot adequately put into words. Words older than time slid into my body, flowed through my blood, became light and heat and healing as they wove golden notes in that tangible blackness that flowed around and through both of us.