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To Walk With Mortals	By : Lucreace Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 2303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On her third visit to Abanasinia, Luni had no doubt about where she was or who she was going to see. As the cool dawn light caressed her bare shoulders, she turned her feet towards Solace. Looking down, she smiled to notice they now had shoes on. Odd how these little things changed each visit. Perhaps they were going to do a lot more walking this time and the occasion warranted it. She was looking down at them as she walked, only remembering to look where she was going when she heard people talking ahead. It sounded as though they were arguing.
                “But how did it get in your pack? That’s the real question!” barked a gruff voice.
                “I think you dropped it and I must have picked it up, it’s a good job I’m here really otherwise you’d have really lost it,” the higher pitched tone of a kender reached her ears and she clapped her hands a couple of times. It had been a long time since she’d met a kender and they were always a source of fascination. They told the best stories and were always full of laughter. As she crested the rise of the hill, she saw that this particular kender was in conversation with an old looking dwarf. The rest of his companions were an odd bunch to say the least. A half elven fellow who had a curly haired woman by his side, a pair of burly looking young men, one of whom she thought she recognised and of course, Raistlin. She wasn’t even sure why she was so surprised by that. These meetings were becoming something of a habit for them both. The smile on her face brightened as she walked towards the companions.
                “Of all the ludicrous ideas!” The dwarf spluttered his words, clearly outraged at the very idea. The two bigger teens sniggered and even the half elf smiled a little. Curly hair shook her head. Luni continued her approach of the group but suddenly felt a little odd when she got closer. She had looked forward to speaking with the mage again but wasn’t too sure what all his friends would make of her. They seemed to be more than capable and there was something isolating about their laughter. Maybe she would walk passed them and let them continue with their journey. Maybe…
                “Oh don’t be so uptight Flint,” the Kender said, interrupting her thoughts, “You’ll do yourself a mischief.” At that, the dwarf’s face turned purple and even Luni giggled as she approached them. Her laughter caught them off guard and all the faces turned to look at her.
                “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help notice…” her words trailed off and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle another laugh. Her cheeks coloured under the gaze of so many people but then her eyes met familiar bright blue ones and her unease evaporated. “Hello Raistlin,” she said. A curious flush rose on her cheeks as she spoke and the slender young man, for now he was indeed a young man, returned her smile.
                “Friend of yours Raist?” The curly haired woman asked with a raised brow.
                “Yes,” he replied. “Though it’s been a while, a year in fact,” he added thoughtfully. Luni tore her gaze away from him and smiled at the rest of his companions.
                “I tend to pass through this way at this time of year,” she explained clasping her hands together in front of her. “But it looks as though you’re all going somewhere.” Indeed, it did look that way. There was a wagon loaded with all manner of implements. Most of them looked like they were used for farming and other such tasks although some of them were more ornate, such as belt buckles and other trinkets.
                “Only to Haven,” Raistlin said as she crossed over to stand beside him. “I’m sure you can accompany us,” he added.
                “But only for-“
                “-the day, I know.” She smiled at him then before turning to look at the other companions. “Do you mind?” The way he said is made it less of a question and more of a formality. Flint, the clear owner of the wares gave a nod.
                “Any friend of his is a friend of mine.” With that, the argument between dwarf and kender completely forgotten, he gave a signal to the half elf and they were on the move again. Luni fell in step beside Raistlin and they walked in silence for a little while. The sound of birds reached them, the sun rose into a cloudless sky and the scent of some wildflowers drifted passed them as they walked. The companions kept stealing glances at them both and every time they did, she felt a flush of heat flow through her body.
                “This is new,” she said after a while.
                “It’s a job.” He gave a slight shrug at that and let the subject drop.
                “You’re still teaching?”
                “Sometimes.”
                “Who are these people?” she asked. Her voice dropped to a whisper and she leaned in a little closer so he would hear her.
                “The dwarf is Flint, Caramon you know. The kender is Tasslehoff. The woman riding alongside Tanis is Kitiara, my half-sister and the other boy is Sturm,” he explained. He had a half-sister? That was certainly news. “We accompany the smith here and there. He says it’s to guard the wagon from thieves but I think he likes the company.” Raistlin said. She wanted to reach down and seize his hand in hers but wasn’t exactly sure how welcome that would be in front of his friends. Folding her arms in front of her, she forced herself to think of something else.
                “How have you been?”
                “Since last year?” There was bitterness in his voice then that surprised her.
                “Yes Raistlin, since last year,” she replied.
                “A lot had happened Luni, most of which I don’t want to dwell on.” He shook his head as though dismissing something and she fell silent, “But for the most part, I am well. How was your year?”
                “Uneventful, for the most part,” she answered without missing a beat. Most of that was true as well, there was only one event that she looked forward to each year and this was it. She did her duty, administered the power to the right places, made sure her cousins didn’t argue too much and all without much thought. What she enjoyed was watching her followers and yes, occasionally playing the odd trick on them here and there. There was something about illusions that fascinated her and in the past it had amused her to try new methods of fooling some of her followers. Funny, she’d not done that for a while.
                Noticing that her companion had once again fallen silent, she looked around at the others. They were a motley bunch, mismatched and perhaps ill fitted but their loyalty was obvious. Tanis and Kitiara were clearly rather involved with each other, Sturm and Caramon obviously got along very well and the kender, well, he’d get along with everyone.
                “Have you learned any new spells since we last met?” she asked softly. Catching a sideways glance at him, she smiled. He’d not changed all that much since their last meeting, grown maybe a slight bit taller and his hair a little longer but that was it. He was still whip-thin with the slender, caster hands that she had admired so many times before.
                “A little, perhaps when we stop, I can show you?” he replied. His blue eyes flashed then with something and she nodded.
                “I’d like that,” she said. She found herself missing the tree under which they sat and the solitude they shared. Being around him with other people made him act different, more sullen and brooding, she wasn’t sure she liked it that much. Still, it was clear he had a duty to perform and she’d not steer him away from that.
                “So how come you’re friends with Raistlin and we’ve not met you before?” Tasslehoff spoke as he walked up to join them.
                “Am I not allowed friends?” Raistlin asked. Although his tone was soft, there was a bite to it that she had heard before.
                “Of course you are, you just never bring them with you on these adventures, or to the inn, or anywhere really,” Tasslehoff said.
                “I don’t spend that much time here Tasslehoff,” she replied.
                “How come? Don’t you like it?”
                “Oh, I love being here,” she said. Was that a smile on her friends face? “I’d spend more time here if I could but…” she shook her head and her words trailed off.
                “So why don’t you?”
                “An interesting question, why don’t you stay?” Raistlin asked.
                “We all have our duty to attend to,” she replied, repeating the words she had often spoken before. “And I cannot neglect mine for long.” She exchanged a look with her mage and smiled sadly. That he would be hers was far from doubt.
                “That’s a shame, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him smile before,” Tasslehoff shrugged. Luni chuckled at that and shook her head. The flush on Raistlin’s pale face was clear and she frowned a little, wondering what it meant. She’d ask him about it when they had some alone time later on.
                “Really?” she leaned forward to be a little closer to Tasslehoff’s ear and grinned, “The trick is to get him talking first,” she whispered with a wink.
                “I can hear you,” Raistlin said. Luni straightened up and feigned looking shocked, as though he’d caught her doing something highly illegal. She covered her mouth with her hand but the smile creeping onto her face gave away her mirth. He breathed out a laugh, which earned him a few sidelong glances, her own giggle joined his and she found herself walking a little bit closer than before.
                “So what duty would that be?” Tasslehoff asked raising a brow. His thick topknot bounced as he skipped happily along beside her. She spotted the look of interest on her other companion’s face and she swallowed.
                “Administration.”
                “That doesn’t sound that important,” the kender replied.
                “I can’t go into more detail than that, so please don’t ask me anymore.” She was aware of his reaction as well as the kenders and she shook her head.
                “One day, you’re going to tell me what’s so important about it,” Raistlin whispered. His voice was just by her ear, his breath brushed her skin and she shivered. Not because it was revolting, but because it wasn’t. She dearly wished she could speak of it and she leaned her head a little closer to him.
                “I wish I could,” was all she managed to get out before a mocking voice broke their conversation.
                “Take her away from here, little brother and do what’s going through your head.” Kitiara said to him. A flush appeared on his pale cheeks and he shot her a withering glare. She only laughed at him, causing him to colour further. At that, Flint piped up and turned to look at them both.
                “If you want to skip out on this trip, I don’t mind,” he said. His voice was gruff but the words were kindly meant. Caramon looked aghast for a moment, his eyes flicking worriedly to his frail twin before Sturm nudged him in the ribs. For a moment, Luni thought he’d take to option and lead her back to Solace. Raistlin however, shook his head.
                “We’ll follow at a distance,” he said instead.
                “Are you sure?” Caramon asked.
                “What possible danger could bestow us on this road Caramon?” he snapped. His twin looked hurt at the barb.
                “I suppose it’s safe,” he muttered. Another jab in the ribs from Sturm made him turn around and Raistlin stopped walking. Luni stopped walking too and they waited for the large wagon to pass them by. Then they waited a little longer. After five minutes had passed, they turned and resumed walking, following his companions at a more leisurely pace. After a moment, they both relaxed, she took his hand once more and laced their fingers together. The small shock he seemed to produce flowed through her and she instantly felt more alive. The mortal heart within her chest beat that little bit faster and she felt her cheeks warm. Why her body did such things when she touched him was beyond her knowledge. She’d observed mortals before; even spoke to a couple but this level of contact was completely new. Biting her lower lip, she flicked green eyes over him. She couldn’t place it. He was thin, all angles and well, she just didn’t know.
                “Was there something troubling you?” he asked.
                “No… I don’t know… maybe,” she said.
                “Tell me.”
                “Do you get it too?” she blurted out, not entirely sure where to start but needing to say something.
                “What do you mean?”
                “When we touch like this.” She swung their hands up to emphasise her point and he glanced at their entwined fingers.
                “Explain what you mean,” he said.
                “I don’t understand it, but when our hands meet, it’s like heat… in my blood,” she said. “It doesn’t make all that much sense to me either. It makes my heart speed up.” He fell silent and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Was she making a fool of herself? Perhaps he didn’t understand either and though she was weird.
                After what seemed like an age, he nodded his head. She let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding and she gave him a small smile. “What does it mean?” she asked.
                “I’m not entirely sure,” he replied. “It’s not a bad thing though, is it?” She shook her head.
                “I think it’s why I keep coming back here,” she said.
                “To Solace?” Or to Krynn in general?”
                “I think so. Wait, what do you mean?” she frowned a little.
                “I’m not stupid,” he replied. He gave her hand a squeeze before continuing, “I know you disappear after you leave and you cannot say where. There’s an air of mystery about you Luni and one day, I’ll discover your secrets, that I can promise you. Until then, we can talk on the day you walk beside me and we can discuss what you wish.” The way he said it made a cool shiver pass down her spine and she shuddered. Dismissing his promise as the frivolous words of a mortal, she merely turned her head to him and smiled.
                “Tell me about the magic,” she asked. The subject was more relevant than he would ever know and she eagerly awaited his answer. She was not disappointed. As they walked, he pulled his notebook from his bag and began discussing some of the finer points he’d learned over the year. His script was neat, flowing and easy to follow. It was clear he was passionate about his work by the rapid way he spoke about it. He barely paused for breath and the animation in his eyes was heart-warming. Rarely had she encountered such passion among her followers, all she could do was smile as he tried to explain some of the more complex aspects of his learning.
                “Will you cast one of these?” she asked.
                Slowly, he shook his head, long auburn locks swaying with the movement, “I can do so, without a problem really but if something were to happen to the wagon and I couldn’t cast because I had done so already, I’d look rather stupid,” he said.
                “And we wouldn’t want that!” she nodded, understanding his reasons completely. She was unaware of how dangerous these roads were and asking him to cast on a whim was a little unfair. He shot her a sidelong glance. For some reason, her gaze flicked from his startling blue eyes to his well-defined mouth. Their walking slowed until they stopped; her gaze lingered on his face. She found he was starring too and she swallowed finding her throat suddenly dry. “Raistlin?” she whispered as he took a step closer to her. He was so close she could smell him, the components in one of his pouches were an odd mix, both sweet and ghastly at the same time, yet the underlying scent could only be his. The rustling of his white robes in the wind surrounded her and she could even hear his breathing. Her heart thundered in her ears.
                “Luni?” he replied. The word that was her name sounded like a caress even as he sounded unsure. His hand came up to rest lightly on her shoulder and his eyes roamed her face. She placed a shaking hand on his waist and a little more of the distance between them closed. “Why are you trembling?”
                “I don’t know,” she whispered. They moved simultaneously, their lips reaching for the others in a single movement. The sensation of the soft skin on her lips sent liquid fire through her veins. If her heart was thundering before, it was raging now. Her hand clenched his white robes as his mouth lingered over hers.
                As he pulled away, her eyes widened and she tilted her head to the side a little. His pupils were as dilated as hers and he sucked in a breath. “I didn’t mean t-“
                “Just be quiet and do it some more,” she cut him off, silencing his doubt. He obeyed her wish, kissed her again. This time, she was hit by the strange flavour of someone else’s breath on her skin. It invaded her senses and flooded her mind. Her knees felt weak under the delicious contact, her hands clenched that little bit tighter on his robes. Her eyes drifted shut; his hand brushed the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She felt the spark of heat rush through her and her face flamed hot from the sensations that ran over her. Unsure of what to do, but loving the feelings that were quietly surfacing she tilted her head slightly. She was lost then as his fingers moved into her hair and for a long moment, nothing else in the world existed but the two of them.
                “I never knew it felt so amazing,” he whispered against her lips when he broke the contact. She giggled a little and rested her forehead against his.
                “Me neither.” Luni confessed. The sun had begun to sink towards the horizon and she swallowed, it would soon be time for her to leave once more. If his kiss had done one thing, it was make leaving all the more difficult. He took her hand and tugged her in the direction in which they were supposed to be walking. The distance between them had closed and when they reached the other companions an hour later, they received a few knowing smiles.
                It was completely dark when they settled beside the fire. Raistlin gave his brother a curt nod before tugging Luni down beside him. Neither of them spoke, words didn’t seem all that necessary and they both ate sparingly of the food they were offered. Sturm and Caramon continued chatting away about the various fights they would get in when they were older. Tanis and Kitiara had sunk behind the shadows, Tasslehoff and Flint were idling the time away in easy conversation. It made Luni wonder what he would usually do when she wasn’t around. It sent an odd pang through her at the thought of leaving him alone with them but she had to do her duty, despite the heaviness she was beginning to feel.
                “What is it?” he asked softly.
                “How do you stay?” she replied
                “What choice is there?” She frowned at that. Although his words weren’t meant caustically, the bite was just beneath the surface.
                “I have to go soon.”
                “I know.” Slowly, Raistlin got to his feet and stretched. Tugging her hand he led her away from the fire and into the gloomy night. The only moon was a thin sliver of the white moon, her cousin Solinari made a futile attempt to light the night sky. As soon as they were away from the others, he pulled her close. Her arms curled around his narrow waist and they held each other for the longest moment.
                “I don’t want to go,” she whispered into his neck.
                “I know,” he repeated. His hand stroked her soft hair and he let out a small sigh. She leaned back a little and brushed her lips over his again. The same sensations ripped through her body and she lingered where she shouldn’t for far too long. Raistlin whimpered a little under her mouth, how she longed to stay where she was yet she was already beginning to feel the dissipation of her form.
                “Close your eyes,” she said. He complied and she touched her tongue to his lips. He parted them and touched hers right back. The taste was what she focused on but even as she did, she felt the wind blowing through her, the air separating her mortal form. With a final whisper of farewell, she was gone.
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