"I'm glad you think I'm patient with him. I hardly feel so, myself." Aldous sighs. "I feel like he keeps secrets from me. And well, as a Grand Duke he probably does, by necessity. But he doesn't have to treat me like I'm ten years old anymore."
12. Silvershield Estate
"I'm glad you think I'm patient with him. I hardly feel so, myself." Aldous sighs. "I feel like he keeps secrets from me. And well, as a Grand Duke he probably does, by necessity. But he doesn't have to treat me like I'm ten years old anymore."
"Well, Lord Silvershield," Stella says, squinting slightly and raising her eyebrows, "if you think the Duke of the house might be swayed, we may have to see if we can keep that going after this is all over."
Doubt still lingered in her mind, but Yeslick thought it was likely and Aiwë supported her. Perhaps she could add "Dutchess" to her list of titles someday. She felt some butterflies of her own at that thought.
"We have a lot to do after this is all over, too, though. Aiwë and I still have yet to perform here!" she says, referencing his invitation back before he had been abducted. "But we'll have time for that, I'm sure."
Stella's eyes settle on his lips for a moment, then she averts them. She wasn't quite ready for that yet, she thinks. She leans in and rests her head against him and gently hugs. "Thank you," she says. "For helping me...feel like I belong somewhere."
He softly cups her chin and leans down, eyes closed and face an inch from hers...
And he waits.
Some of her worries soon return.
What if it didn't work out?
What if one of them didn't survive?
Was there a technique to this?
Romance novels were never at the top of her reading list...
How was her breath?
She didn't know all the answers, didn't have all the details. It was frightening. But she didn't know how she would help Minsc, and she pulled her companions into enemy territory. She didn't know how she would rescue anyone in the collapsing mines, or even whether anyone was there to be rescued. But she dove in the waters anyway to find out.
Stella puts a hand on Aldous' shoulder, raises herself on her toes, and gently presses her lips to his.
It wasn't a long or deep kiss. But it was a tender and caring one.
"So I couldn't quite tell in the dark. What color do you think your eyes were just now, during that?"
With her hand in his, she strokes the back of his hand with her thumb as they walk.
...
Stella arrives in her room in the manor, smiling and humming a jaunty tune from back home, gently swaying as she steps around the room, practically dancing as she prepares herself for bed. She felt she now understood a bit better what made Skie so...giddy.
She sees Aiwë there, and grins sheepishly, knowing full well Aiwë can read her like a picture book. "Hi," she says, eye-stars twinkling yellow and pink.
"Oh, hello. Glad to see you're feeling better. More clearheaded now?" Aiwë grins wolfishly at Stella. "Or have the butterflies taken over entirely?"
After a moment of 'basking', Stella pipes up again. "Thanks for...dealing with me, and always having my back," she says, staring at the ceiling. Out of habit, she picks up her tome from the desk and flips through it. "I'm sorry if I've been cold lately. I was a bit upset when I thought we were getting thrown out. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"I hate mind-reading. It's a violation. I don't want to know the things I learn from it." The mallets pick up speed. "We caught the Duke at a bad time so I was already riled when he insulted me, and then Aldous piled on... I didn't handle that the way I should have, but I was surprised when you three seemed to think it was over. Conversation can fix a lot." The rhythm slows.
"Duke Silvershield apologized first, you know. He was very gracious when he calmed down, and I don't blame him for being upset. I don't think even Aldous understands what he has to deal with on a daily basis. He has an incredibly hard job. I have a lot of empathy for him. I understand why he pushes Aldous like he does. Torm's fist, I've been pushing him too."
Was Stella making this conversation too much about herself? Aiwë didn't share what bothered her very often and there were glimpses of that here, like stars through clouds; maybe she should—
Staring at the blank page, Stella realizes why she opened the book and groans, the violet in her eye-stars drifting into a dreading indigo.
"We...should probably try having you watch me as I do this, shouldn't we...it's just learning! Taking data" she says, trying to return to the blissful feelings as best she can. The young scholar takes a deep breath, swings her legs off her bed and takes a seat at the desk. "Or...no, did you want to keep talking? We can do that, I just...ugh..." she trails off. Was she avoiding this or just trying to be a good friend here? Maybe both? She tucks her loose hair behind her ears and fingers the pages of her star charts with one hand and a quill with her other.
Aiwë looks at the quill in Stella's hand. "Go ahead, sister-girl, I'm here. Let me know if you need anything." She smiles encouragingly, then rolls back over and resumes her drumming.
To Aiwe, Stella’s eyes shine with the luster of a million stars, a swirling myriad of cosmic colors. And she seems to see, face tilted upward and with a blissful smile on her face. Her hands work of their own accord, opening her journal and writing in that strange language. Her motions are smooth yet emotive, seeming to line up with whatever wonders she’s viewing.
For her own part, Stella once again feels that sense of connection to the universe, of pure understanding. A part of her recognizes a certain lack of focus, that in seeing the whole she can’t make out the details of any of it. All the same, it’s wondrous and exhilarating to simply… exist in this way, to soar above it all. The peace of eternity.
Gradually the euphoria ends, and in its aftermath Stella becomes aware of a red star - no, a planet. It's one she's familiar with from her studies called Kossuth, or Uluemyn among the elves. As she watches, the distant planet begins to ooze blood. The red liquid drips down, staining the cosmos spread beneath it. A flood of blood and violent death, all stemming from bloody Kossuth.
EDIT: Whelp, doesn't matter either way.
Rolls
History (Navigator's Tools) - (1d20+5)
(3) + 5 = 8
Before Aiwë can heal the minor injury, Stella speaks a word that flares in Aiwë's mind. It's not a language Aiwë knows, and the word is suddenly gone, torn from her memory.
She feels the stars through the window. Watching her, like baleful eyes.
She wanted to close the curtains. To hide. But she knows Aiwë was there beside her and wouldn't let her. So instead, she pulls her knees to her chest and stares at the bloody circle, trembling and eye-stars dim.
After several moments, without looking up at Aiwë, she whispers, "What happened?"
"You looked up at the sky and saw the stars there, as if the ceiling never was and you stood amidst their light. Your eyes shone with the heavens and your writing flowed like art. I've never seen such bliss as was on your face." Aiwë's own face looks euphoric and wistful as she speaks of it. "Then it shattered into terror."
Aiwë looks at Stella with concern. "You clutched your quill like a weapon and I prepared to intervene, but you only pricked your thumb to make that mark." She touches Stella's unmarked thumb and then gestures to the bloody circle. "Then you spoke a word that I've never heard before. My whole mind was consumed trying to comprehend it and there is a hole where the memory of the sound is, never to be filled. It healed you. And then you woke."
She meets Stella's eyes, awed and worried. "You're a seeress, Stella," she whispers. "There can be no doubt."
Seeress. The word alone felt like a burden.
"Have you heard of Uluemyn?" she asks, eyes still closed. "I saw it bleed onto the expanse beyond the sky. A flood of death. I think it's the 'star' I saw corrupt the stars that were the four Grand Dukes. But I don't know what it means."