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Pax walked slowly with the Dakijen in tow, biding her time.
She wondered why the other group that had been sent to retrieve Frenvir had not yet returned. She felt something was amiss.
Thinking back, she could not recall ever seeing his name positively in the stories. Fear gripped her and caused her to stop. Doing so caused her to get hit by an angry Dakijen that had not seen her stop.
"nananiá hazhóʼó" the soft tone the Dakijen had used enabled her to realize that not all of them were aggressive. K'e was not an anomaly.
She could not rein in her excitement on getting to meet their chief, the one who governed them all. It may have been cruel but Frenvir was not her responsibility, neither was the family she had been forced to have to blend in.
No. The cover had served her well and they could survive well on their own. Her child would not be the first to live without a maternal parent and would certainly turn out well. She did fine on her own and so did Wara.
Wara.
Pax grunted as the mere thought of the girl caused her discomfort. If only the girl was another person's responsibility… Pax could see the disaster unfolding if such happened. It was her duty and she would bear the heavy burden of it no matter how irritating the whirlwind of the girl could be. You could never predict the next disaster the girl could bring.
She had to rein her in until the prophesied one was found, then, they could get rid of each other after the prophesied one's work has been done.
Wara was chaos itself. Her previous misadventures had proven it. But she could wait.
Pax had to satisfy her curiosity first. The girl would be too occupied looking after Zola. Pax had made sure of that.
She dreaded reuniting with her and having to explain herself. The girl was chaos but she was also dangerous. Pax had no clue where Wara had learnt a few of those spells she played around with when she thought no one was watching.
She dreaded the very day Wara would realize the whole truth about the veil and magic in itself. That maybe those dreams and pictures were not just so.
Pax always had such a fright hearing of those pictures Wara showed to the children and was almost sent into early labor the time she had finally laid eyes on one of them.
Pax grimaced as she walked. She had to cut her excitement short, there was way too much work to be done.
Pax turned to express her newfound decision when she noticed the tense demeanor of the Dakijen. The one who had pointed a weapon at her earlier the most skittish.
Judging by their positions and the way they circled K'e while keeping a firm grip on their weapons, Pax knew they were about to be under attack.
Perhaps her duty could wait a little longer; she was interested in the upcoming battle.
***
Sica growled in frustration for the nth time. Fjammi watched with a bored expression on his face as the older male paced the hut with a stressed look on his face.
"I will regret this" Fjammi muttered before asking. "What bothers you?"
Sica took in a deep breath as he paused and stared at Fjammi and the boy regretted it almost immediately. Sica had an untamable fury during the Dies Lucis.
Any and everything irritated him and he would disappear during the day, only to return at night. He usually never returned on nights like then when the moon bled but here he was, awaiting Nak's return with the woman who had already announced herself to be trouble.
They would have to move again immediately after the Dies Lucis since the attack of the Pticas would attract so much more creatures that he dared not name.
He growled again in frustration as he let out the breath he had been holding.
Why did such a woman have to come during the Dies lucis? And where on earth did SHE disappear to?
The squawk of a creature he feared to his bones echoed through the forest and Sica shivered. He did not believe in the gods but he began to pray for a salvation, perhaps he could convert and become a believer or join those rapidly growing churches the humans established. He would but sometng about those big buildings made his skin crawl.
For now he could only pray.
Prayers could be answered in the funniest ways, Sica did not think it was funny but at least his prayers were answered, just not in the way he expected.
Translations
nananiá hazhóʼó : walk carefully.