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To Walk With Mortals	By : Lucreace Category: A through F > Dragonlance Views: 2354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Lunitari arrived back on Krynn the following year, she didn’t turn up in Solace. In fact, she wasn’t sure where she was at all. The familiar green grass was absent, as were the beautiful Vallenwood trees. Instead, the ground as a churning quagmire, the mud deep and thick, there were no trees growing at all. The sky seemed dark somehow and everywhere she looked, there were tents. Grey tents, white tents, green tents. Everywhere she looked, there was chaos. Men moved to and fro, all armoured and all armed. They moved with purpose. She was forced to jump backwards when one of them charged straight through where she was standing.
                “Don’t know what you’re doing here love but looks like you need to leave,” he gruffed as he strode passed. She glanced down at her mud covered shoes and smiled, the slick feeling as it slid between her toes was divine and she shook her head, dismissing his rude words. She took another look around but she could see nothing familiar. Only more people dashing around. Pushing her red hair back from her forehead, she picked a direction and started walking in it. There were plenty more tents to see and a cold, cutting wind picked up. Shivering, her thin summer dress changed into a long, red robe not too dissimilar to mage robes.
                Feeling far more comfortable, she continued walking in her chosen direction. The scent on the wind was that of horse and a few steps later found her at one of the pickets. Several animals were munching on some fresh hay. Stopping, she leaned over and held out her hand for one of them to sniff. A large brown beast looked up and snorted before nuzzling her hand. She patted the beast’s long nose, running her hand over his graceful head. Footsteps behind her made her turn but a sharp voice stopped her.
                “No time for petting the animal’s Red!” The harsh voice of a man reached her ears and she turned around.
                “Can I help you?” she said, her voice cold, her eyes narrowed. Before her stood a familiar middle aged man in red robes similar to her own.
                “Now who in Lunitari’s name are you?” The mage barked. She almost laughed but the severe look on the tall mage’s face halted her breath.
                “Master Horkin!” she said with a warm smile, recognising him finally. “Don’t you know?”
                “No.” he said. His arms folded across his chest, he was attempting to look imposing. She was less than scared and raised a slender brow at him. He frowned for a moment before his face changed into a more pleasant one. ”Yes,” he said with a curt nod. “What can I do for you, Lady?”
                “I believe you have a young man in your camp somewhere?”
                “There are several,” Horkin said drily. She looked around and smirked somewhat, appreciating the humour.
                “This one wears the same colour as you and I,” she said.
                “You mean Red?” Horkin said with a nod, “Come on, with me Lady.” He didn’t seem all that surprised that she had asked for him, instead he turned around and she followed him. They walked back to where she had appeared and off in the opposite direction. She nodded at a couple of the soldiers, who inclined their heads back as she walked. They seemed a much friendlier bunch now she was accompanied by one of their own. There were tents being struck as they walked, boxes being loaded onto carts and crates being stacked up. “We’re moving out today,” he said when he saw her looking around with interest.
                “Where are you going?” she asked.
                “Hope’s End.”
                “A little city to the north.” She was aware of it, although had never seen it himself. Horkin nodded before stopping outside a rather large tent.
                “This is their tent,” Horkin said. “Caramon will be out working. Red-“ He stopped when a deep coughing sounded within the tent and she smiled.
                “Is right where he should be.” Horkin nodded and she pushed her way through the canvass flap, leaving the older mage in the cold wind. Raistlin was hunched over a steaming mug, several cloaks and a blanket thrown over his narrow shoulders. He looked thinner than ever and a pang went through her.
                “Shut the flap Caramon,” he snapped. She shut the flap behind her and crept up behind him. He was hunched over a large tome and busy reading, or appeared to be at least. “Caramon! Stop trying to be quiet and fix some water for my tea.” Gently, she placed her slender hands on his shoulders and leaned over to see the book.
                “I’m not who you think I am,” she whispered. “But I will fix some water regardless.” He jumped a little when she spoke close to his ear but showed no other sign of surprise. His golden hand found hers and gave it a squeeze.
                “Don’t sneak up on me,” he said. She returned the pressure on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. Stepping backwards, she found the kettle and began heating the water.
                “How are you?” she asked as it began heating.
                He let out a deep sigh and his lips tugged upwards for a brief moment. “As good as I can be.” When the water had boiled, she poured some into a mug and handed it to him. As he made his tea, she pulled up a chair and looked over at the book he had been studying.
                “War magic?” she asked. He gave a curt nod before sipping the tea. “Does Horkin treat you well?”
                “Well enough.” He flicked soft white hair from his face, she smiled at him warmly.
                “He is a tough man but his soul is pure,” she said.
                “He has taught me much. Most of it relating to how a mage assists in battle and the spell craft required.” He looked down at the book once more and ran a slim hand over the pages. She followed his eyes and recognised the spell book he was studying. The gentle handwriting was from a mage who had died many many years before. Her spells had been unique at the time and Lunitari was glad her work lived on through her books, though she was damned if she could recall her name.
                “Are you needed today?” she asked after he set his cup aside.
                “There are no green fields to roam here Luni. No trees to sit under, nor quiet groves in which to make love. There is only mud, death and war.” There was a bitter tone to his voice, deeper than it had been before and she frowned.
                “We can go wherever we like,” she said. With that, she rose and poked her head out of the tent. Horkin was barking orders at several young men, ensuring his things were loaded properly, “Horkin, I’m borrowing your mage,” she shouted. He turned to face her and gave a brief nod.
                “Bring him back by nightfall and in one piece.” He replied before turning his attention back to the packing of his effects. She returned to the interior of the tent and grinned at her mage.
                “You can’t just appear and expect me to drop everything for you,” he groused. Striding towards him, she took hold of his arm once more.
                “But you do.” Her grip tightened on his arm and she caught his eye. Refusing to lower her gaze, she stared into his hourglass pupils for a long time, a resolute expression on her face. “And we are going.” With that, she focused her will and demanded they were somewhere else. When she opened her eyes, she found they were on the edge of a beach. A warm breeze gently tugged her hair from her face and she released her grip on his arm. A confused look crossed his face and he too took in their surroundings.
                “Where are we?” he asked.
                “If I would have to guess, somewhere near Palanthas,” she replied. Reaching down, she took his hand and gently led him to the soft sand. “What we do here is up to you,” she said. He followed her mutely for a while before stopping. His breath was heavy, she could hear him wheezing s she stopped.
                “Why did you bring me here?” he hissed.
                “I wanted to speak with you in private Raistlin, without the prying ears of others,” she said.
                “Why Luni?” he said, “What have we possibly got to talk about?” She dropped his hand and searched his face, unsure what the cause of this sudden bitterness was.
                “Tell me the problem Raistlin,” she said keeping her voice low. He didn’t speak at first, instead flopped down on the sand and sucked in a breath. She popped beside him and waited, giving him the space he seemed to need.
                “Our time together has been fun Luni and I think of you all the time. Do you understand me? All the time. The time we spend together isn’t enough.” His explanation caught her by surprise and she tilted her head to the side a little. “A year is a long time.”
                “Not for me…” she trailed off.
                “No, not for you, but for me it is eternity.”
                “So, you’d rather not see me at all?” He shook his head and let out a sigh. When he leaned over, she felt his hand brush a lock of her red hair aside and brushed the skin of her cheek with his warm fingertips.
                “Far from it, I want to see more of you. I want to be able to touch you, feel you close by… Physically be able to touch you for more than one day. To wake with you beside me.” He let out a deep snort and shook his head, “But it’s not going to happen. You cannot become mortal and I cannot become a god.”
                “Every time you cast a spell Raistlin, I feel you beside me,” she replied after a moment, “The power you have here,” she tapped his chest lightly for emphasis, “Is channelled through me. You cannot cast without me. I am a larger part of your life than you expect and I cannot tell you how that makes me feel.” Her voice became hoarse and she coughed to clear her throat. A stiff lump had formed in her airway and she had trouble swallowing.
                “How does it make you feel?” he asked.
                “I don’t understand it really. Sort of… warm. Tingling almost. I look forward to our meetings more than anything, I get a strange sensation inside the bottom of my belly,” she said, “It fills me with a sense of joy and when I feel you casting, I’m overwhelmed with a deep sense of…” She waved her hand, unable to find the words to describe how it was she felt.
                “I cannot feel you at all,” Raistlin said when she didn’t continue speaking, “I know you’re there, I can see you in the sky at night but I never know you’re there. Never feel your presence or anything.” The bitter tone hadn’t abated at all.
                “Never?”
                “That time when I cast touching you were like liquid fire flowing through my blood, I’ve never experienced anything like that since.” He pocked the bottom of his staff into the sand between his feet before turning his face to look at her once more. “I want to feel that every time.”
                “I’ve no idea how to make that happen,” she whispered.
                “There has to be a way,” he replied. She wanted to reach out and tuck a stray lock of white hair behind his ear, bury her head in his narrow shoulder and spend the rest of the day not worrying about such things but she also knew that it was the way of all humans to deal with these little problems first. A warm breeze tugged at her red robes and she let out a small sigh.
                “I cannot say what it is currently Raistlin,” she said. “I’ve… well, I’ve never felt this drawn to any of my followers before. Never as a bond like this been created and I dare not even think about what the rest of my family would think.” His face darkened a little at this but she pressed on, “I’m not willing to give up and leave you be so I will think about it,” she added.
                “A year is a long time to wait for someone who isn’t immortal.” She nodded at his statement. Beginning to understand his anguish, she inched a little closer.
                “I’ll see what I can do, perhaps I can come and visit you more than once a year,” she said. The thought sent a hot shiver through her and the bottom of her belly clenched. It was still a little startling when it did that but she found she was getting used to it, especially when he was involved. His face did seem to brighten a bit when she said that and she hoped it would be something she could do. Picking up his hand, she pressed it between her palms and smiled. “I would certainly like to do so,” she added.
                This time, it was him who brushed her hair from her face and smiled, the first genuine one she had seen during this trip, “Caramon and I don’t intend to continue this campaign into the winter so we should be back at Solace by then.”
                “How is your brother?”
                “As annoying and smothering as ever,” he replied. When he didn’t elaborate, she knew that line of questioning was closed.
                “So tell me about being a war mage then,” she said. He laced his fingers through hers and didn’t speak for a moment.
                “Mostly, it’s wet and cold. Horkin has taught me a fair bit too. Would it be bad of me to say I’m looking forward to a fight?” he said eventually.
                “Not at all,” she said, “It’s what you’ve been training for? How long have you been here?”
                “About four months,” he replied, “We were going to go last autumn but I got pitched into the river and caught sick,” he said. He paused for a moment and she wondered whether he was going to have another one of those coughing fits he was now prone to. It seemed to pass however and he continued, “Baron Langtree accepted us as mercenaries and we’ve been training since. Caramon is a lot better at fighting and we were on our way to Hope’s End before you brought me here.”
                “What’s at Hope’s End?”
                He shook his head, “I don’t know, just that we’re going there to crush a rebellion.” He replied. “The pay is fair and we desperately need the money.” She ran her hand up his arm, tracing his slender arm with her fingertips in an idle manner. She heard him swallow but didn’t stop, “There was no work back in Solace for either of us so we came here.” Then he did start to cough. A deep hacking that sounded as though he was going to bring something up. It seemed to go on for a long time and when he finally did cease, she saw blood on his lips and hand. Pulling a piece of cloth from his pouch, he wiped it away before tucking it back in a pocket. He looked exhausted and she let the silence linger for a long moment. Content to gaze out to sea, she waited for the rattling in his chest to subside before she took his arm again.
                “I can take you back if you want,” she said. She tried her best to keep the disappointment from her voice as she spoke but knew she had failed at least to some degree. He shook his head before leaning against her a little.
                “No, it’s one day in a year, we may as well enjoy it,” he said. She smiled at the thought and smoothed white hair from her eyes. The gentle, hot breeze from the sea sent wisps of sand across the beach and she wrapped her arm over his shoulder. “Are you going to kiss me again?” he asked. She noted how his eyebrow had raised and that little smirk had crept back onto his face.
                “Would you like me to?” she turned her head a little so she could catch his odd eyes and raised her own brow. He reached up again and ran hot fingers over her cheek, catching her chin with his thumb and forefinger.
                “Just because I cough and look the way I do, doesn’t mean I’m not interested. I still feel everything I did before the Test.” His voice was soft but there was no mistaking the hard message behind his words. The pressure on her chin increased, all she could do was look into his golden eyes.
                “I never thought otherwise.” Slowly, the gap between them closed. She could smell his sweet breath; feel his shallow puffs on her cheek. His lips parted but he paused, millimetres away from her mouth, “Are you going to kiss me?” she whispered back. There wasn’t time for more words, his lips met hers and she realised that he had initiated this contact. This time, he was kissing her, taking from her what she had often given him. It wasn’t the first time he’d done so but it was just as sweet. His grip on her chin didn’t relent as he stole from her mouth. Her eyes drifted shut, time became meaningless once more and the only thing that mattered was his touch. She twisted her head to the side, wanting to get a better angle, wanting the kiss to deepen and become something more.
                He broke the kiss in order to draw in some air and leaned his head against hers. When her eyes flicked open, his cheeks were flushed as they had been when he had been younger and his pupils dilated. “I want you,” he said.
“I do too.” There was nothing else to say. She could see the raw desire on his face and her blood thundered in her ears.
“Where?”
“Not here?”
He shook his head. The wind picked at her hair and he shivered. Understanding, she gripped his arm and hoisted him upright. Stepping into him, she placed her arms around his slender waist. When she felt his hands rest on hers, she whispered a single word. The next thing she knew, they were back in the tent at the encampment. Why they were there she had no idea, the army were meant to be moving so the tent would be coming down soon but she barely had control over her legs let alone where she teleported them.
His mouth robbed her of thought however and when his hand found her breast, she let out a low moan, “Shhh,” he hissed glancing at the tent flap. “They hear everything!” As he explored her, she began her own explorations of his body. He was thin but what he did have was well toned, and strong. His chest was narrow, his breathing shallow and she moved from kissing his mouth to his neck, nipping at the apple in his throat as she moved. Catching her hand, he moved it lower, passed his abdomen to the hard spike of his desire. Carefully, she began to explore the stiff length and he stifled a whimper.
“Hey! Red! I don’t know what you’re doing in there but we need to move out!” The voice was Horkin. Raistlin rolled his eyes and she stepped away.
“Stay,” he said, his voice still rough from the emotion pouring through his veins.
“Alright,” she nodded, her word a mere choked breath. They both straightened their clothing and made for the flap, trying not to look as though they had been doing something sneaky.
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