Before I begin, I would like to acknowledge that I do not own Vanyel
Askevron, Savil, Randale, Shavri, Andrel, the Tayledras, Yfandes, or
Megwyn. HOWEVER, I do own Brekkin, Reneri, Sellis, Taia, and Taia's
Companion Cortta.
BTW – Megwyn is Yfandes' foal. I'm not making this up. Third LHM book, mentioned a whopping ONE time.
Also – I know Van is a bit OOC, and that Andrel cannot speak to Companions, but logic has been suspended for the duration of this fanfic. Okay?
Oh; and there is mild slash – a little V/S and a little Brekkin/Sellis, perhaps. Not a lot. If you don't like shay'a'chern fics, don't read this.
Healings
:Get AWAY from me!:
"Brekkin, girl, don't touch her! Leave her!"
"But father, she's – "
:Don't TOUCH me!:
"Father, she's a Companion! They don't hurt them that's done no wrong – "
"This one's different! Brekk, come!"
The girl looked again at the white horse, who was rearing, her bright blue eyes wild and crazed, then bolted after her father.
Megwyn came back down, sides heaving, silver hooves planted in the dust of the road. The child – that child – her child – hers – her Chosen – would be hers, if –
:Brekkin – child, come back!:
The girl paused, looking over her shoulder, breathing hard. "Why?" she called at Megwyn, who tossed her head and snorted. :Come!:
Cautiously, the farmer's daughter edged back towards the graceful white mare, who now stood stock-still, waiting. When Brekkin reached her, the Companion bowed her head to look into the girl's sincere gray-green eyes.
:I Choose you, Brekkin,: said Megwyn, her Mindvoice bright and joyous. :You are the little sister of my heart and the answer to my prayers. I am Megwyn, young one.:
1 An empath. Oh, thank gods, the girl's an empath –
Then the child lay a hand on Megwyn's neck and the mare screamed in fear and shock, causing Brekkin to jerk away suddenly.
:Chosen – I am sorry – it is all right – you must be careful, though. I have been hurt…:
"How?"
:Not yet. We must return to Haven. Mount – :
"You're joking."
:No. Get on, and we'll say goodbye to your papa, hmm?:
Brekkin was half asleep in the saddle, her eyelids drooping, when Megwyn stopped dead in the middle of the road and said, as calmly as she could, :Brekkin, Chosen – get off. Please.:
"But – "
:Brekkin!:
Muttering about 'indecisive white beasts', Brekk dismounted and walked alongside the Companion, who had noticeably relaxed.
:I am sorry, little sister,: said Megwyn unhappily. :But, truly, it is hard to bear the touch of a human, though it is nothing you did. Damn Vkandes and his priests!:
BTW – Megwyn is Yfandes' foal. I'm not making this up. Third LHM book, mentioned a whopping ONE time.
Also – I know Van is a bit OOC, and that Andrel cannot speak to Companions, but logic has been suspended for the duration of this fanfic. Okay?
Oh; and there is mild slash – a little V/S and a little Brekkin/Sellis, perhaps. Not a lot. If you don't like shay'a'chern fics, don't read this.
Healings
:Get AWAY from me!:
"Brekkin, girl, don't touch her! Leave her!"
"But father, she's – "
:Don't TOUCH me!:
"Father, she's a Companion! They don't hurt them that's done no wrong – "
"This one's different! Brekk, come!"
The girl looked again at the white horse, who was rearing, her bright blue eyes wild and crazed, then bolted after her father.
Megwyn came back down, sides heaving, silver hooves planted in the dust of the road. The child – that child – her child – hers – her Chosen – would be hers, if –
:Brekkin – child, come back!:
The girl paused, looking over her shoulder, breathing hard. "Why?" she called at Megwyn, who tossed her head and snorted. :Come!:
Cautiously, the farmer's daughter edged back towards the graceful white mare, who now stood stock-still, waiting. When Brekkin reached her, the Companion bowed her head to look into the girl's sincere gray-green eyes.
:I Choose you, Brekkin,: said Megwyn, her Mindvoice bright and joyous. :You are the little sister of my heart and the answer to my prayers. I am Megwyn, young one.:
1 An empath. Oh, thank gods, the girl's an empath –
Then the child lay a hand on Megwyn's neck and the mare screamed in fear and shock, causing Brekkin to jerk away suddenly.
:Chosen – I am sorry – it is all right – you must be careful, though. I have been hurt…:
"How?"
:Not yet. We must return to Haven. Mount – :
"You're joking."
:No. Get on, and we'll say goodbye to your papa, hmm?:
Brekkin was half asleep in the saddle, her eyelids drooping, when Megwyn stopped dead in the middle of the road and said, as calmly as she could, :Brekkin, Chosen – get off. Please.:
"But – "
:Brekkin!:
Muttering about 'indecisive white beasts', Brekk dismounted and walked alongside the Companion, who had noticeably relaxed.
:I am sorry, little sister,: said Megwyn unhappily. :But, truly, it is hard to bear the touch of a human, though it is nothing you did. Damn Vkandes and his priests!: