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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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This time, Luni knew exactly where she was and where she was going too. Her mage lived in Solace and that was where she would go. He’d know that today was the day she was set to appear and he would be waiting for her. She knew this in the very depths of her being. She was not disappointed. When she reached the little tumbledown house in which he and his brother lived, she saw him at the door. “Raistlin!” she called. He snapped his head round and gave her a curt nod.
                “I don’t have time to idle today,” he said as she came closer. There was a deep frown on his face and his skin was flushed. She fell into step beside him, her concern written over her face.
                “What’s wrong?”
                “Look around you,” he snapped. “Open your eyes for once and see for yourself.” His harsh words stung but she did as he asked. Her eyes lingered over the town as they walked the bridges between the valenwood trees. A hush had descended, very few birds jumped from branch to branch. No voices echoed through the leaves and no cheer filled the air. She looked at the door at which he had stopped, a curious red cross had been hastily painted on but she didn’t know what it meant.
                “I don’t understand,” she said.
                “Why am I not surprised,” he hissed.
                A pang of heat ran through her and she coloured, “Do you mind?”
                “No,” he replied.
                “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on,” she said letting out a sigh. Raistlin’s hand paused as he went to push open the door and he frowned.
                “The plague Luni, the plague is here,” he said. The sigh that fell from his lips was heartfelt and she knew she should help.
                “How can I help?”
                “You mean you’re not going to flee from this place like nearly everyone else?” he asked as he pushed the door open and entered the gloomy room. She followed him in. The smell of sickness filled her nose and she grimaced. In one corner of the room, a bed held an elderly looking woman. There were several bloody rags beside her head and one she held tightly in her hand. Luni followed her friend over to the bedside and watched as he laid a slim hand on the woman’s forehead. “Mrs Perrin?” he whispered. His voice was so soft, she could barely hear it but the woman’s eyes flickered open, “Are you any better?” he asked.
                “A little.” The woman whispered back. It was clear to Luni that she had not got long left in this world and although Raistlin tended to her needs, it would be for nothing. By the time the sun set this day, Mrs Perrin would be dead. Raistlin stoked the fire in the grate back to life before creating a draught of herbs for the sick woman.
                “I cannot stay long,” he said, “But long enough to see you drink this.” He placed the drink against the woman’s lips when it had brewed and she drank weakly. When she was done, he removed it and placed it on the small table on the side of her bed. As he rose, her hand caught his narrow wrist and she nodded.
                “Thank you,” she hissed.
                “You’re welcome,” he replied. He rose then and beckoned for Luni to follow him. They left the dying woman alone and stepped back into the air. Luni followed him in silence for a moment as she considered what she had seen. It made her wish, dearly wish, she could do more to assist him. Her magic was of the arcane, not the healing variety, like her cousins and there was nothing she could do besides assist him. She found that once again, she was questioning the wisdom of her siblings for retreating from the world. If they could see the pain and anguish these diseases caused, surely they would return and eradicate the pain from the world.
The thought made her pause once more. Had the King priest of Istar thought along a similar line? She sighed. Above all things, she understood the need for balance and although it pained her to see those she cared for in pain, she also knew it was a necessary thing.
                “You’re very brave for helping these people,” she said softly as they reached the next door.
                “What choice is there?” There was that bitterness again and she shook her head.
                “There is always a choice Raistlin,” she said. “I’ll help you while I am here, just tell me what you need and I’ll do what I can.”
                “Are you not frightened of catching the disease?” he asked as he pushed the next door open. She shook her head.
                “What do you think?”

                “I think there is far more to you than you’re telling me,” he replied before he entered the room. She blinked; both pleased at his astute observations and a little scared at what they may implicate in the future. Without another thought, she entered the house. This one was as dark and sick rid at the last. The smell was overpowering and she took shallow breaths so as not to gag on the stench. Despite the revulsion he must be feeling, Raistlin tended to the inhabitants as he had the last one. He made a gesture at the fire, which had died in the grate and she knew what to do. Unfortunately, she had no idea how to light a fire without magic. There were plenty of logs, and she built them up so it looked like a fire, but she was unsure what to do next.
One sideways glance at Raistlin told her he was busy tending to the youngest member of the household. With a quick gesture and a muttered word, a small spark danced over her fingertips. Extending them, she flung it at the grate and the logs burst into flames. Moments later, a hot fire roared and the room began to heat. Snatching up a kettle of water, she placed it into the flames and waited for it to boil. When she turned around, he was staring at her, a contemplative look on her face.
                “You saw that didn’t you,” she asked.
                “Yes.”
                “Are you going to let it go?”
                “For the moment,” he replied before turning back to the sick child in the bed before him. The water began to bubble and she used a cloth to remove the kettle from the fire. Pouring water into the mugs filled with herbs, she assisted with the making of the soothing tea that would aid these poor victims. Administering it to this family was far easier than the elderly woman and it wasn’t long before they were bidding them goodbye and returning to the walkway. The moment the door was shut, he looked her up and down curiously.
                “Go on, ask.”
                He opened his mouth to speak before closing it again, “Will you be able to answer any of my questions?” he asked. She shook her head sadly.
                “No Raistlin,” she whispered. She took a step closer to the young mage and had the audacity to run her slender fingers through his soft auburn hair. She looked into his shrewd blue eyes for a moment and saw his thoughts flick passed them, “There will come a time when you have the answers but I cannot give them to you.” His eyes flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back again, her heart began to gently pound and he took a step towards her. They were so close, they were almost touching.
                “If I kiss you, will to turn to mist and disappear again?” he whispered.
                “Not until after dark.”
                Before she knew what was happening, his mouth was sealed over hers, his tongue pressed into her mouth and she was lost. The burning urgency had never been present before and her hand tightened on his hair. Gripping it at the base of his neck, she invited him deeper into her mouth. He leaned into her, placed his arms on the small of her back and drew her against him. Their bodies flush together; he continued to plunder her mouth. Gone was the gentle explorations of before, in its place was this fierce, fiery passion that she’d never experienced. Heat burned through her veins, threatening to ignite her very being. The mingled taste of their essences teased her and when his lips left hers; her breath was ragged and broken. Her lips tingled with the effort of his kissing and the way he looked at her made her stomach to some sort of backflip. She gave him a look that contained her desires and he ran a hand through her red flames.
                “You’re capable of feeling passion then?” he whispered. She noticed his voice was a little husky and she knew she was the cause of it.
                “Of course!” When she regarded him, she wanted nothing more than to tear what he was wearing from his body and… and then what? She realised she had no real knowledge of what came next but she knew she wanted to find out. A strange pulse had begun between her thighs and it was bliss, yet slightly uncomfortable at the same time. She wondered whether the same happened to him. By the gleam in his eye, it had. “What now?” she asked. His pupils had dilated and his warm breath brushed against her cheek.
                “I still have several houses to visit,” he said. He didn’t pull away from her arms however and she found herself reluctant to release him. A quick nod showed he had understood. Neither of them moved. ”The sooner we’re done…” His words trailed off and she smirked, knowing what it was he was thinking. They dropped their arms at the same time and turned to walk along the planks to the next house.
                The hours they spent tending the sick in town passed as quickly as the blink of an eye. Luni found they worked well together, she followed his every instruction and those they saw were grateful for the care. By the time they were done, the sun had begun its descent to the horizon. They had plenty of time before she had to go but it didn’t seem like long enough. It never did. As soon as Raistlin had dropped off his healing gear at his house, he threw another bag over his shoulder and laced his fingers in hers. There was no need to ask what was in the bag; it contained his spell book and other items essential for his craft.
                “Are you going to tell me what you’ve learned?” she asked.
                “I may do,” he replied. They descended the gangplank and found themselves on ground level once more. “Is there any point” he added when they were out of earshot of anyone else.
                “Sure.”
                “You already know what is in the pages of this book,” he said. The dust from the road lifted as they walked, making her eyes a little watery.
                “What makes you think that?” she asked as she wiped her eye. He fell silent, contemplating her for a long moment. She shifted, his intense gaze seemed to pierce her mind and she wrung her hands together. The searing blue eyes, when they weren’t full of passion, were rather frightening. She swallowed.
                “Someone who can light a fire with a silent flick of their wrist must know all the rudimentary spells contained in this simple volume.” When he spoke, his voice was soft but there was an iron quality just below the surface.
                She straightened, he was right. She did know what was contained in that volume. “Maybe, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear it from you,” she added, knowing that it was true. “I enjoy hearing you speak of the first passion in your life.” He blinked a couple of times before leading her back to the familiar boughs of the tree they’d sat at before. The soft grass provided a comfortable cushion for them both and they settled down next to each other, their heads close enough to be touching. He pulled the spell book into his lap and proceeded to tell her all about the casting rituals he had learned and the new ideas he had invented.
                “So, tell me about the sleep spell,” she asked, pointing at the copious notes written in the margin. His hand was neat, angular and intelligent, easy to read although she waited for him to point it out.
                “It’s all about the sand,” he said. The tips of his fingers brushed hers and she flushed, her heart beating a little quicker once more. “The finer the grade, the more potent the spell, I looked at the activation phrase and realised that…” he words trailed off and she blinked.
                “What is it?”
                “I used my brother as an experiment for it,” he sniggered a little and she laughed too, “He slept better when I used the finer sand.”
                “I didn’t think you were allowed to do such things,” she said with a grin.
                “I’m not,” he gave a shrug at that and they both smiled. It felt good to be a co-conspirator in something and she knew she would keep his secret. She caught her lip between her teeth and flicked her eyes over his notes once more. His quick mind had improved a handful of the spells he had at his disposal and she admitted that she was impressed. Maybe she was a little biased about that but she truly believed that one day, he would become a powerful mage. If this was any indication to go by, he would achieve great renown in the future. Surely he would be due to take the test at the Tower of Wayreth soon. That was a day she would look forward to.
                “What if you get caught? Are you not worried?”
                “A little, but I think the improvements would warrant the risk,” he said with a shrug. Their eyes met once more and she knew, without a doubt, that very soon they would be kissing again. The thought sent a hot shiver down her spine, his lips were delicious. He looked up into her eyes then and softly shut the book. Placing it to the side, without breaking eye contact, she watched him push his auburn hair back from his forehead.
                She looked at his slender, fine boned hands once more. This time, she knew what it felt like to have them laced with hers, what it was like to have them thrust into her hair and the very warmth of them. Reaching over, she took his right hand and examined the palm, running her fingers over the hills and crescents. She reached his wrist and brought it to her lips, first kissing it, then running her tongue over the sensitive skin. A sharp intake of breath told her it had the desired effect so she continued.
                When his other hand brushed her cheek, she looked up with a smirk on her lips. His face was a little flushed and his lips were parted. His breathing was a little forced too but that didn’t seem to matter, the next thing she knew, their mouths were together once more, their tongues twining around each other’s in a slow dance of passion. His subtle scent flowed over her as his robes rustled with his movements, sweetness from his floral spell components coupled with the less savoury ones merely serves to intoxicate her further. Why wouldn’t they? They were essential for the magical art which was her complete world.
                He whimpered into her mouth and she moaned back, he tasted divine. A hand curled into her hair once more and held her in place as he took more and more from her. The more he leaned towards her, the more she leaned back. Before she knew it, they were lying side by side next to each other in the soft, green grass. The way his slight weight pressed into her curves was delicious and she kept her mouth locked with his. When he pulled back, her breath was short, her heart pounded and she smirked. “You’re so pretty,” he said. It sounded a little awkward, even to her ears but as he ran the pads of his fingers over her forehead and into her hair, she could only flush.
                “You make me feel funny,” she said. He snorted out a laugh then and she blinked, “I mean, in a good way. Like… I don’t know really, just… well, it’s a warm feeling th-“ He silenced her with his mouth and slowly lowered himself over her. He was so slender, as she wrapped her arms around his torso, she could feel his narrow ribs through the white apprentice robes he wore. Running her hands up his back, she could feel the ridges of his spine yet the strength in which he kissed her was undeniable. It was a passion that she returned fully yet she gasped when he shifted to be between her thighs. She arched her back into him, pushing her soft breasts into his hard chest and he pinned her to the ground with his body.
                Parting her thighs to allow him to settle, she continued plundering his mouth. She found him all angles and bones and hardness. There was sharpness to his body that was infinitely attractive, as her hand grazed his throat, she could feel both the life pulse and the thrum of magic just beneath the surface. The way they fit together seemed so natural, as though this was meant to happen. Maybe it was. He broke the kiss and they moved together. Without thought, her hip jerked up and met his, the rigid hardness there startled her, “Raistlin…?” she whispered. He merely smirked at her and moved his hips along with her
                Her vision blurred as his thigh brushed hers, as that hardness ground up against her soft flesh, “Gods,” he whispered as the moved together in time. Luni nearly snorted out a laugh at his curse but the sensations were too encompassing. There was fire in her blood, emanating from the place between her legs that he was rubbing against. Her hand on his shoulder lowered, her fingertips digging hard into his back for leverage, feeling his ribs once more as his breathing picked up almost frantically, both of them shifting, rubbing, grinding. His breath was hot against her neck, shaky even as their fitful shifting finally found a rhythm to follow. Luni found herself wishing that there were less layers between them, that she could feel his bare flesh against hers and that she could taste him too. His trembling leg muscle was barely more than formless pressure yet still; there was the intense heat of their bodies. His breath against her neck hitched, caught, his hips stuttering. She thrust a hand into his thick auburn hair and drew his face up, wanting to see him. Blazing eyes were mere slits, his mouth half open and his hips jerked hard. “Raistlin?” she whispered.
                For a long moment, he remained still; content to draw in long, even breaths. Slowly, he refocused on her and nuzzled into her neck, “Luni.” He replied as his lips grazed her throat. Although she was unsure what had just happened, there was still a blazing fire raging through her body. “Stay with me,” he said.
                Even as he spoke, she felt the magic working on her, her form beginning to dissipate. “Wait for me,” she answered. “You know I cannot stay,” she whispered. He nodded and she sealed her lips on his once more. “Close your eyes.” He did so and as the wind blew through her, she realised that she had grown rather fond of this particular being.
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