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I was painting a picture.
the picture was a painting of you,
and for a moment, I thought you were here.
but then again, it wasn't true.
no, take me home, take me home where I belong.
I got no other place to go.
no, take me home, take me home where I belong.
I can't take it any more.
but I kept running for a soft place to fall.
and I kept running for a soft place to fall.
the picture was a painting of you,
and for a moment, I thought you were here.
but then again, it wasn't true.
no, take me home, take me home where I belong.
I got no other place to go.
no, take me home, take me home where I belong.
I can't take it any more.
but I kept running for a soft place to fall.
and I kept running for a soft place to fall.
The Cintamani Pavilion, House Leukos' home in Kalzasi, was a pretty thing seen from the ground or from above. The Leukos', dead and gone, had opted for space on Adira's Promenade rather than on high in the Cloudhaven District. The edifice itself was beautiful, but the true glory of the place was its extensive gardens. If the Pavilion—and especially its gardens—seemed bigger on the inside, well, they were a magical family. So, there were winding paths for fleet-footed children. There were spaces for garden parties, for sparring, and anything else. For an entire year, much of it had been turned to agriculture, supported and sustained by magic since the sun would not show her face. There remained orchards and more than enough crops to share.
Crops clung to life still, even with the chill of northern Karnor in the air. That was likely due to magic as well.
The servant who answered the doors was startled, but seemed genuinely happy to see him.
He bowed, not servile, but not perfunctory either. "Ser Baudric, be welcome. Please, come inside."
He made quiet, significant eye contact with the next servant he saw. Her eyes widened and show bowed to Baudric as well, bidding him welcome, then excused herself on some errand.
The errand was to hurry into the gardens. There were secrets here and they guarded them carefully. She flung the magical cloak Lord Torin had created for the lady over her wings, over her shoulders, hiding them. They wall wanted to trust Baudric, but it was up to the lady herself to disclose the reality of her wings to her Kathar friend. It would be a risk, her existence getting back to the Imperium.
She could make her own decisions, but they wouldn't let her secrets out without her affirmative consent. They cared too much. In fact, they worshiped. These and the people of Starfall, at least, knew her to be an ascending goddess as well as the first winged woman of the Avialae since the others left.
And so as the man led Baudric into the gardens, he heard Kala's laugh before he saw her. He heard, "Thank you, but I am not even cold!"
Then he stepped through the circular moon gate and he saw her, tending to a vine to prepare it for winter's harshness. Now that the sun and the moons had returned (with an extra moon, even), it was safer to let winter run its course than keep a false, magical summer going in order to feed the starving. One hand upon the cloak pin at her shoulder, she looked up to see the servant, and then the towering Kathar himself.
Her smile froze, and then her eyes welled up.
"Baudric?"