Sister of the Dead - By Barb Hendee & J. C. Hendee Page 0,80
her suffering.
"Wynn, enough, " she said. "Just stay with me. Leesil will find Chap, and we'll make this stop. "
Wynn twisted suddenly, wrenching herself to the side. She rolled away to scurry across the ground.
"Ribbons... shadows in you, " she whispered. "Pulling at me, at my spirit. Do not touch me!"
She backed against the nearest building and curled up to hide her face in her hands.
Magiere crouched within reach, unable to understand why Wynn feared her.
IWynn heard Leesil's voice calling Magiere's name from far away and then felt herself lifted from the ground before she could escape. She didn't open her eyes—couldn't open her eyes—to watch the writhing black ribbons flowing through Magiere. She knew Magiere only tried to help, but could not stop herself from struggling. All she wanted was to crawl away into the darkness, where those black tendrils in Magiere's essence couldn't find her.
"Wynn, don't!" Magiere snapped. "I'm taking you to Chap. Be still so I can carry you!"
"Magiere!" Leesil called. "Here, across the stream!"
Wynn clenched in panic at the sound of Magiere's boots splashing through water. Then everything turned end over end as she tumbled to the ground out of Magiere's arms.
She felt the soft earth beneath her, and its loamy scent filled her head. She straggled to push herself up and opened her eyes slowly for fear of what she might see.
Through the blue-white mist woven amid the branches and brash, a gleam of white danced down the slope. Wynn dug her narrow fingers into the earth, frantic, ready to scramble away into hiding.
Leesil's hair flashed as he ran toward her. His eyes were amber stones lit from within. Beside him loped something on four legs. Shade. Though she possessed her own living inner glow, Shade's essence was far less than what Wynn saw in Leesil.
Where was Chap?
Leesil skidded in the mulch as he dropped down beside her. He glanced back over his shoulder.
"Chap, get down here... now!"
Out among the trees, Wynn saw another glimmer of movement.
At first, it was nothing more than a moving bright spot amid the forest's essence, but it grew in intensity as it neared. She had seen Chap during the village battle, and his presence was as strong as Leesil's, but it was not what she saw now. Like a brilliant cold lamp crystal, a light loped through the trees.
As it approached, the very essence of each living thing lit up where it passed.
Wynn forgot nausea and vertigo and everything else that plagued her mantic sight.
Unlike all else in her confused vision, she didn't see one blue-white shape laid over the physical form before her. Chap was but one image, one whole shape, glowing with brilliance.
His fur was pure white and each fiber glistened like silk.
He padded toward her.
Wynn remembered studying the properties of light at the guild back home. The other initiates spun cut crystals on strings by a window to watch the colors dance on the walls. Wynn had stared into the spinning crystal itself, as she now stared into Chap's eyes.
They sparkled like crystals in sunlight.
She felt no wind but saw movement among the trees. No, not the trees, but their blue-white essence within. It moved and flowed, reaching out... to the dog.
Other glows like Chap's were moving inside the trees... inside the earth... in the air itself. They gathered inward around the dog, above and below him.
Wynn leaned back and closed her eyes against the growing brilliance.
She felt Chap's breath upon her face and sensed his light through her eyelids, and then his warm tongue swept over her closed eyes, one at a time.
Wynn put her palms to the ground, steadying herself as the sensation of falling filled her up and then vanished. She lifted her head to gaze at the world around her.
Before her was Chap, silvery gray and furry... and barely visible in the dark.
"That's it?" Leesil asked. "He slobbers on her? Wynn, are you all right?"
She could barely make him out. His white-blond hair was the easiest feature to see, but it looked the same as always.
Wynn wanted throw her arms around Chap, but hesitated. What she had seen began to weigh upon her. The Fay had gathered upon Chap, heeded his call to heal her. Mixed with her shock was an undercurrent of fright that such a creature had been near her all through this journey.
But now she saw only a dog, who licked his own nose and then sat on the ground with an exhausted grunt.