Scar felt like he was going to throw up. For a moment he didn't move. His eyes drank in the grey and black edged scaled skin. Then he snapped up and ran into the bathroom.
He retched until nothing came up but bile and he pushed away from the toilet to confront the long clear glass on the wall. What he saw there was like a living, breathing, nightmare.
The creature in the glass had black feathered eye lashes and feral blazing blue eyes that were wide with fear. His skin was slivery grey and canines dipped into his lips. He pulled off his shirt, his body still lean was now armored and speckled with black and white as if his body was painted by an artist.
"What did you give me?!" He demanded harshly spinning the elven woman in the chair. His body hovered like a deadly panther his eyes maddening as she regarded him cooly.
"You think I drugged you?"
She lifted a already arched brow quizzically before her head tilted back and laughed exposing her soft light throat like the underbelly of a dangerous snake.
She met his eyes her own blazing.
"Your quite.. stunning in your true form you know."
Her eyes were hungry as she assessed him and his stomach turned again as a snarl ripped from his throat.
"Who hired you?"
His voice was deadly.
"A woman I met in the marketplace. A woman with the most striking violet eyes."
She smirked as she watched his face twist in pain.
His blood ran cold, freezing in his veins as he released his grip on the oak stool.
He turned his back to her and whispered.
"How much?"
She smiled broadly, "There's no need to buy my silence. I won't tell a soul."
"No." He breathed slowly trying to control his emotions. "How much did she pay you?"
She squinted at him thoughtfully before rattling the amount off.
"She paid with a gift.Five hundred and sixty three pieces, and a silver hair band."
He didn't question the oddity of it. Too consumed with his own revelations.
The woman smiled as she thought of the encounter, unconcerned with him.
The small woman who'd ran into her as she backed away from a fortune tellers table.
Sarumah had engaged her in conversation first.
"You believe in that stuff?"
The woman had turned with large piercing orbs of violet and dropped her hood. She raised a brow wordlessly waiting for her to do the same.
She grinned beneath the hood before dropping it back. Many of the humans in the marketplace stepped away upon seeing her shining reptilian like tan and black rimmed scales. A few woman whispered and a few men's lips curled aggressively in her direction. A few men watching her from the crowd came closer.
Sarumah waited for the purple eyes to widen in fear the tan skin to pale and the woman to back away from her but she held her gaze and her lips tilted in a friendly grin as she remained otherwise unaffected.
"I do not, but it is the custom of my husband's family that a woman visit the fortune teller in their village after they conceive."
Sarumah smiled, "Congratulations,"
The woman's eyes darkened briefly before she smiled again.
"Join me for a drink?"
Sarumah blinked in suprise and excepted the invitation.
A few hours later a small bar where Nadine had once sat across from a handsome man with ice blue eyes she now sat across from a woman with such alien like beauty that every eye in the bar was pulled in their direction.
Nadine ordered a water and the elven woman pulled out a clear vile of scarlet blood before dumping it in a stemmed glass.
Her lips touched the glass as her fangs elongated and her eyes glowed red.
Nadine didn't seem to care.
"The relationship between my husband and I is not one of love." She said abruptly and the hundred year old young woman looked up at her suprised and waited patiently to find out where this conversation was going.
"I discovered that I was carrying his child the other day, and tomorrow I will sail to his estate over sees. Before I go I have a debt to repay. Would you help me find someone?"
Sarumah Haram put her glass down on the table calmly.
"I'm not exactly the right race to track down a lost friend, but I could put you in touch with someone."
"That's what I meant. Find somone like you who could help me." She said with a blush and Sarumah smiled knowingly.
"What is it you need done."
"There's a man whom does not know his true name, has not met his own mother. I was hoping to give him that. His name. A chance to meet his own mother. He deserves that much."
Sarumah nodded, "I harbor the power to see one's own blood relations."
Nadine smiled neatly. "I would hire you of course. My husband may not have love for me but his pockets run deep."
Sarumah smiled and looked at the silver hair band in her hair pointedly.
"Your hair band is pretty. For you I will do this for close to free. The band in her hair will be the only payment I require."
Nadine blinked and pulled the band from her hair before giving it to the other woman.
With her hair down she looked so much like an old friend that Sarumah's heart ached.
Nadine slid a bag across the table heavy with coin.
"Consider this a gift then."
Sarumah opened the bag and her eyes widened at the pieces. There were more than she made in half of a year, healing strangers all over the countryside and city.
"This man. Who is he?"
Sarumah blinked away the memory and found Scar face Sylvador sitting on the bed in front of her. His hands covered his face and he demanded that she leave. His voice floated across the room of shadows.
"Get out."
"With pleasure." she grinned as she left the cottage.