Disclaimed

Website With The Pic of Aravian: www.angelfire.com/art2/rachel_hunt/

A/N: GAR!! I know, I said updates faster. I lied. I completely lied. Just be happy that I'm writing this even though I have to type with one hand because I have a friggin' nosebleed!! GARR! **author attempts to glare at deviated septum while everyone else looks weirded out** Umm, never mind.

Last Time: Nickolaes and Aravian were snogging in the kitchen. Mwuhahaha. Both seemed erratically undecided and confused on the issue. **author feels wonderfully evil at her torturous machinations** **author feels proud for using the word 'machinations'**

NOTE: Lord Aldric (the tailor everyone uses) is in this chapter, and I don't remember if he was ever in the books, so I'm basing his entire character off of two side comments in Heir to the Shadows, so just go with me on this chapter.

ALSO: ARAVIAN AND NICKOLAES ARE NOT RELATED!!!

*~~~Chapter Thirteen: Beginning ~~~*

Winter, two days later; Amdarh; Aravian: 17; Luthar: 18; Nickolaes: 215 (appears to be in his early twenties); Lucivia: 28 (appears early twenties/late teens)

A large group of witches of varying ages, castes, strengths, and races strolled through the streets of Amdarh, which was bustling with pre-Winsol activity. The women chatted with each other happily, cheerful despite the chill wind that swept through the streets, plucking at their scarves and hair with little searching fingers, ready to pull away anything not firmly tied in place.

Smaller clusters of the women broke off, going into shops and taking side streets. All had a common mission, a purpose in the town that was of utmost, deadly seriousness: last minute Winsol shopping.

Most of the other witches Aravian had come to town with had a few gifts left yet to buy, which meant they'd already departed in one direction or another. Now it was just herself, her mother, Lucivia and Jaenelle wandering down the main street, the only item on their lists a visit to Lord Aldric for the final fitting on their Winsol dresses.

Surreal and Jaenelle walked slightly ahead of their daughters—Jaenelle had muttered something about having a 'girl talk question' and drawn Surreal aside, Surreal looking vaguely amused. Aravian and Lucivia were disinclined to speculate as to what exactly that might mean, opting rather to talk about what was coming up for the Winsol festivities.

"Jazen told me that he saw boxes and boxes full of white and black candles being brought in."

"Really? I wonder why they're not-" she blew an errant lock of silver hair out of her mouth "-just using candle-lights—candles aren't exactly the most reliable lighting."

"No," Lucivia agreed. "But they look much more interesting, and Grandpapa and Papa are trying to make this especially wonderful, for the 250 years of Mother's reign as Witch." Lucivia shrugged. "Mother's pretending this whole fuss isn't about her."

Aravian was glad Lucivia was happy to chatter away; it meant her mind didn't have time to contemplate other things… or people. The tinkle of several sweet bells signaled the four witch's entrance into the tailor's handsome shop. Lord Aldric hurried through a doorway and clapped his hands together, his round, dark face proclaiming a certain delight at seeing these Ladies.

"My lovely Lady Angelline!" He took Jaenelle's hand and bent over it with a flamboyant sort of grace, kissing it with a noteworthy pucker, which Jaenelle tolerated with a resigned sort of amusement. "How has the realm's favorite Queen been these last fine weeks?"

Jaenelle sighed. "Lord Aldric, you know I haven't been a Queen for a long time."

Aldric waved this away with a glittering ring-laden hand. "Pish!" He turned to Surreal, who had her hands tucked deep into pockets. "And the breath-taking Lady Surreal. My sincerest hopes that you have been well. Do you still keep up with that wonderful strapping Eyrien I met once?"

Aravian snuffled in her attempt to keep from laughing at the wistful look in Lord Aldric's gold eyes.

His attention turned to the two younger witches. He gasped dramatically, a dark hand flying up to his chest. "Could these two Darkness-blessed beauties be the Ladies Lucivia and Aravian?" He took a hand from each girl in both his own, kissing them in turn. "I am a blessed man indeed to be so lucky as to have the making of anything that would adorn such graces as I am awed enough to find myself in the presences of."

Surreal snorted.

With a hurt glance at 'the wounding Lady,' he hurried Jaenelle off to look at the dress he 'humbly begged that she consider.'

Aravian and Lucivia collapsed against each other, giggling madly. Surreal pointedly ignored them. Lucivia looked down at her shorter friend with tears in her eyes and said, "I adore Lord Aldric, I really do."

Aravian just nodded as she tried to stop laughing.

A moment later Lord Aldric came back. "The Lady is trying on her dress; Lady Surreal, if you would do the honor of coming back next?"

Surreal followed with a comment Aravian didn't care to decipher.

After another moment—this one significantly shorter than the one with Jaenelle—Lord Aldric scurried back into the main room, and beckoned Lucivia through.

Aravian was left alone in the front room of the shop. It was the first time she'd been alone since… since the other night. She had been avoiding thinking about that, and was still disinclined to. But she didn't have any distractions anymore, and her thoughts wandered with a will of their own.

Her mind had many times strayed to the sensations of two nights before, but she always found a distraction before she could start actually thinking about what had happened. That kiss had been something completely unexpected and completely wonderful, but also completely not something she could follow up on.

She was too young. She hadn't made the Offering to Darkness –an event she wasn't about to rush, since she had always secretly feared she wouldn't descend the full three ranks— nor had she even had her Virgin Night! Any relationship she might pursue would be rather moot before that event, which she felt she wasn't at all ready for; her one and only previous sexual experience was something she'd never been able to bring herself to speak of, not giving her a good introduction to the subject. She was prepared to wait a long time before venturing to that.

Which meant a relationship with Nickolaes was completely useless; he was so much more experienced than she that he'd be bored silly with anything she had to offer.

Besides, she really wasn't interested. It hadn't been that great.

Really.

And even if she was interested, what would her parents say? She knew what her father wouldn't say; he'd head straight for intimidation and not-niceness. Her mother would do worse: probably offer Aravian tips. She did not want to discuss that with her mother; her mother was…. Mama. Aravian just couldn't, and didn't want to, think of her mother in any sort of sexual… thing. Ugh. And what about Daemonar and Luthar and Lucivia? She couldn't see any of them being enthused with the idea of their little friend sucking face with their close relative. Luthar might be supportive, he was her friend on an equal level, but she often felt, even though she'd gotten older, that Lucivia and Daemonar still felt protective of her.

The worst thought of all those racing in her mind was this: what do I do when I see him again?! She didn't want to come off as a love-struck girl, but she didn't want to seem cold either… It was an impossibly mental feat.

So what kind of awkwardness would all that lead up to?

Just as she began to shudder at the possibilities, Lord Aldric reemerged.

As she followed him to his fitting rooms, she felt a tingle of excitement run up her back between her wings. She was getting The Dress, her first spidersilk dress. Lord Aldric shut a fluttery maroon curtain so she could change into it, a female attendant helping her to make sure she didn't get stuck with any pins, and he returned to make sure of the fit before the final touches.

She admired the splendid piece of clothing as he fluttered over it. Long slits reached up each side to her hips. The neck was straight across with a triangle of loose weave, and the sleeves were long and fluttery, attaching in only two places to leave long gaps. The back was a low scoop, so her wings were completely unrestricted. And the spidersilk was dark, so dark a charcoal gray that it looked black, except when the light struck it just right so it glinted with silvery highlights. It was the first really adult piece of clothing she had; something not of childhood, but of womanhood. Her dress reminded her of Lucivar's Ebon-gray Jewel, dark and lovely and idly dangerous.

She grinned ferociously at her reflection; she liked that thought.

The dress was, to her, a sign of a sort that she wasn't really a child anymore. It was a beginning of the womanhood she would experience for a long time.

She suddenly felt very silly with her own thoughts; it was a heavy task for one piece of cloth. She was no different than she'd been a week before, and it was foolish of her to think so.

Even if she had been kissed.

Which meant nothing and was beside the point.

Damnit.

Lord Aldric stood back from his creation with a speculatively pleased look. The he flitted off, returning a moment later with her mother in tow, still in her own dress. It was a dark golden green, like sunlight through late summer leaves, with a low neck and off shoulder sleeves.

Surreal stood back and looked over her daughter.

Aravian smoothed her hand down the dress nervously. "How is it, Mother?"

She smiled, though there was something sad in her eyes. "You look just like me, hon."

"Mother, I look nothing like you! Well, except for my nose, but you know what I mean. You always tell me I look like your mother."

Surreal just shook her head. "Never mind, hon. You look great."

"Really?" Aravian turned to look in the mirror again. She looked great?

"Yeah."

Aravian smiled at her mother in the reflection. "So do you, Mama."

"Thanks, hon." She kissed her daughters cheek and returned to her own fitting room.

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Terreile, same time

Blood sweat ripping torn heat liquid fire lost death blood tear scream heat breath

"Cry for me," he stared into the eyes that were starting to take a red tint as blood vessels burst, "Cry for me, little bird."

The woman was gasping beautifully…

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The Keep, same time

Nickolaes laughed with the others about something Calida said. The five of them had managed to avoid being forced into any duties with parents; most of their mothers were shopping, and their fathers were mostly gathered in the Library with several bottles of brandy and empty pockets.

This left them free to do what they wanted, a rare occurrence. Rare enough that they didn't know what it was that they wanted to do.

"What about going to Cassandra's Altar?" Bran suggested with a shrug, Ladvaskavi (his Sceltie Familiar) bounding along ahead.

"Not that tired old place!" Calida exclaimed scornfully. "We've been mucking about there since before our Birthright ceremonies. There's got to be something interesting around." Only Nickolaes noticed the way Calida's eyes slid to him.
Oh no, he thought, Calida dear, I'm not playing good old fallback today!
The rest were continuing the conversation, not noticing the little exchange. "We could," Daemonar said as he stretched first one wing, then the other, "go to the Khaldaron Run." He grinned fiercely.
The group stopped. "That, you twat, is only interesting if you can fly," Calida crushed his smile mercilessly. His four wingless friends continued to glare at him as they began their circuit of the Keep again.
*Did she just call me a 'twat?'* Daemonar asked him on a Gray spear thread.
Nickolaes shot him an amused glance. *I believe she did.*
*Well that's not very nice…* Daemonar rolled his eyes.
*I suspect it wasn't meant to be.*
*Really?* The equivalent of a sigh. *She's not a delicate one, our little Queen.*
*And to think, she was such a nice thing when she was little.*
*Well, she only wore the Rose then.*
This fruitless conversation was interrupted Ariana stopping dead, causing two people to walk in to her before they realized she wasn't moving.
After swinging around and glaring at the offenders, she stated with an evil grin at her friends and brother, "I have, an idea."
Nickolaes raised an eyebrow sardonically (a trick he felt forever indebted to his father for teaching him). "Oh, please, don't keep us in suspense.
"We have the entire day free, right? And even tonight?"
"Yes, dear," Bran replied patronizingly.
She spared a glare for him, but quickly regained her grin. "We should go," her eyes flicked between Nickolaes and Daemonar. "To SaDiablo Hall."
There was a moment of silence.
"Umm… did I miss something? What's so interesting about the Hall?" Daemonar looked around. "The only thing there is Grandpapa. And he'll be here soon."
"No, you twat! Not-"
"Why is everyone calling me that?!"
"-Not that SaDiablo Hall! The old one." She looked around furtively. "The one in Terreile."
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Lord Aldric's shop, a few moments later
*Mother?*
*Yeah, hon?* Surreal replied, somewhat distractedly.
*Since Lucivia and I are done, we're going to go back to the Keep, alright?*
*Sure, hon. Hold on a minute though, would you? I'm looking at something extra I had Lord Aldric do, and I want to know what you think.*
*Okay.*
A moment later her mother came into the little hall where Lucivia and Aravian stood. Conversation stopped, rather immediately.
The… dress her mother was wearing was not something Aravian would have expected to see on her. Yes, her mother had rather daring taste, but this.
It was something Aravian would have expected to see on a high-priced woman at a Red Moon house, not on her mother.
The dress was made in two layers; the under-layer was skin tight, a simple sheath of dark green fabric that was low cut in front, nonexistent in the back, and with little strings as an excuse for sleeves. A slit right up the front allowed for movement of legs. The over-layer was very shear, a dark bronzy gold with a high neck and long bell sleeves, and a loose skirt that would have been drab if the fabric itself weren't so exotic. And bordering the neckline of the overlayer and the hem were tiny golden gems, which caught the light and threw it back strikingly.
Her mother was the only witch she knew who could wear that dress, rather than the dress wearing her.
The question would be, why would her mother be wearing that?!
Lucivia whistled.
"Wow, Mama. That's—wow."
"Surreal, that looks great!"
"Thanks, sugar." Surreal smiled, looking like a dragon (or so Aravian would have said before two days ago). "I decided it was time Falonar noticed me again."
Aravian closed her eyes and threw her hands up. "Ugh! Things I never wanted to hear my mother say!!" She blindly, and quickly, started heading out of the shop.
Lucivia grinned as she followed her friend.
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Terreile, same time
She was thrashing at his hands, clawing at them; too bad for her that she wasn't a Black Widow. No, this woman was just another witch, some whore not even from a Red Moon house. Some weak little bitch, whom someone wanted dead.`
He could see in her eyes that she didn't understand why her Craft wasn't working on him, why her flashes of power found no jewel to crush to dust.
Anger now in her eyes as he grinned, grinned his satisfaction at the quick bruises already all over her body, just a little blood trickling from her nose.
It was then that he finally pulled a slender knife from his boot.
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The Keep, A few moments later
Terreile. The name struck the group with a tangible weight.
None of them had ever been to Terreile… well, Daemonar had, when he was little, but as he always said, it hardly counted.
Hostage experiences were not Fun Things.
But still, Terreile. Once the Realm of Light, now what some were calling the Realm of Chaos. Terreile, where everything was strange and different.
Ariana looked between Daemonar and Nickolaes slyly. "And I'm sure you two know how to get to your ancestral holdings."
"Of course they do!" Calida declared autocratically. She took her fellow witch's hand and started going the other way down the hallway.
The boyos stared at their backs. "Why, why do we let them ever think together?" Bran asked balefully.
Daemonar clasped his younger friends shoulder. "I don't know."
Calida started walking backwards. "Come along! Remember, you have to show us the way!"
Just as she turned around, two figures came around a corner… and into the women.
Nickolaes' heart probably skipped a beat. Did one of those figures have silver hair?
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Terreile, same time
He sighed and leaned back, a small smile on his face. The body was almost perfect to him, faint lines covering most every part of her. Just faint ones, very few deep cuts. Sometimes he got carried away, and cut too deeply, but not this time. This time, she was exquisite.
Unexpectedly a rough hand grabbed his hair and yanked upwards. He went, turning with a snarl. Who was disturbing his work!?
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The Keep, same time
"I don't know about that, Ara, but—oomph!!"
Lucivia and Aravian smashed into two somethings and fell.
"Sorry-!"
"What in Hell?"
"Ooops!"
Four witches. One floor. Crowded.
Upon sorting themselves out, Aravian saw that they'd collided with Ariana and Calida.
"Oh, girls. Hi." Ariana greeted them somewhat distractedly.
Calida gave them a sharp look. "I thought you to went to Amdarh with everyone else. Everyone's not back yet, are they?"
"Nooo…" Lucivia answered quizzically.
The girls didn't offer an explanation. "You guys! Hurry up and come on!"
Aravian's attention snapped to farther down the hall, to those Ariana had called to.
Her eyes unexpectedly met with a pair of familiar vivid pale ones.
She had managed to avoid seeing him for the past two days. Now, when she saw him, she had no more idea of what to do than she had earlier.
Trying to swallow, she found her mouth completely dry.
No one paid her predicament any mind. Aravian looked away as the boyos started coming towards them at Ariana's call. She didn't have enough spare mind to wonder why Bran and Daemonar looked so resigned and excited at the same time.
Lucivia did though. "Where are you guys going?"
"Erm…" Ariana looked to Daemonar.
"Well, um…" he began. "We're going to-"
Nickolaes cut in, in a smooth voice, "Cassandra's Altar, sister mine." He shrugged placidly. "Not much else for us to do."
"Really."
Why does she sound so skeptical? Aravian flicked a glance at her friend before her eyes strayed back to Nickolaes.
"Yes. Really." He was looking very intently at his sister. They glared at each other for a few moments, the others looking between them.
Aravian got the distinct impression she was missing something.
"Fine." Lucivia stood aside and gestured to her side. "I suppose I won't tell Father."
They all looked relieved. Daemonar smiled, saying, "You know, sometimes, you're a good cousin."
"Hrumpf."
"We'll see you later."
"Bye Ara, Luci."
The group bid them farewell and started on their way. Nickolaes lagged behind, looking unsure.
Lucivia was starting to walk on too, and as the others rounded the corner Nickolaes touched her elbow. "Can I talk to you tonight? I want to talk about… the other night"
Aravian looked up an away, feeling a bit of heat creeping up her neck. "Sure."
He hesitated. "It might be kind of late."
She shrugged. "That's okay."
He smiled, a small warm smile that she wasn't used to seeing from him. "See you then." And he followed his friends.
Aravian went to follow Lucivia, to find her looking at her with an interested expression. As Aravian came up beside her, Lucivia asked, "What was that about?"
She felt the heat rush up her neck and cheeks anew. "Nothing."
"Bull. Why are you blushing then?"
"I'm.not.blushing." Aravian said stubbornly, although she new her cheeks were burning.
"Ara!" Lucivia stopped with a hand on her arm. "Would you tell me what's going on?" Her eyes widened. "Are you and my brother having a—a fling?!" she whispered.
This was exactly what she'd worried about. "Well—no, not exactly…"
"Mother Night! Come on," Lucivia began tugging her down a side corridor. "We need to talk; we're going to my room."
Aravian followed helplessly. Why does everyone want to talk to me…?
Lucivia shut, locked, and shielded her door behind them, including an aural shield. She sat down on the edge of a couch, tugging Aravian down with her. "You are going to tell me exactly what is going on—or rather, what exactly has happened." Her tone brooked no argument.
Aravian shifted uncomfortably. "Well, nothing really. He just—well—the other night he, you know, he kissed me." She shrugged. She knew she couldn't get any redder.
"Well then…" Lucivia leaned back, a dumbfounded look on her face. "Did you like it?" She was smiling now.
That had not been what she'd expected. It set her at ease that Lucivia wasn't freaking out. "I guess…" Aravian smiled tentatively.
"You guess." Lucivia stood, grinning then. "I suspect," she said, "that you more than guess." She entered her bathroom and began rummaging. She came back with a medium bag in her hands.
She was looking at Aravian appraisingly, as if readjusting her view of the girl. "Now that I think about it, you are almost old enough for all that…" She opened her bag and began rummaging. "In the days of our parents, you would have probably already had your Virgin Night and made the Offering…" She took some kind of pencil out of her bag and held it next to Aravian's eyes. "No…" she returned it to her bag.
"Umm… Lucivia?"
"Yes?"
"What exactly are you doing?"
"I figure, since you've got a new dress, and," she gave her an amused look, "obviously a new area of interest, it's time you finally let me, you know," she twiddled her fingers at Aravian's face and hair, "Make you up a bit." Lucivia was grinning.
Aravian eyed the bag warily. "Make-up? I don't know if that's so… me."
"Oh pish!" She said, quoting Lord Aldric. "Just try it, just for Winsol… Please?"
She bit her lip. "Well…okay. Sure."
"Wonderful!"
"Sure… I suppose I'll go find Avaesel now, he'll be done hunting by now." Aravian stood.
"Alright. Come find me as soon as your dress gets here, so I can see what will go, okay?"
"Okay." Aravian paused at the door. "Umm, Lucivia?"
She halted where she'd been about to remove the shields. "Yeah?"
"Are you sure that… well, that you don't mind, you know, about you're brother?"
"Ara!" Lucivia looked surprised. "Of course I don't mind, as long as you don't." Then she looked mock stern. "Neither of you better hurt the other though, because then I'll be mad."
Aravian smiled, relieved. "Thanks… I'm glad I have someone I can talk to about that."
Compulsively, Lucivia hugged her. "You can always talk to me; we're Sisters, forever."
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Terreile, same time
He turned, ready to attack anyone who would disturb his work. There was already a snarl on his lips.
A strong hand struck him before he could do anything, fingers wrapping around his neck enough to warn but not harm. "Shut up," commanded a sharp, male voice.
He looked up to find four Eyriens, three in the doorway and another in front of him, the one holding him.
"We may," the man said with a cold smile, "have a job for you."

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Whew! **wipes imaginary sweat from brow** That was something of a long chapter! What does it say about me, that when I started writing this chapter I was watching The Last Unicorn and now, as I finish the chapter, I'm watching The Nightmare Before Christmas? Other than that I have a thing for semi-off-beat kids movie musicals… I dunno, just a random thought I have.
My mother is getting married, so I'll be in North Carolina for most of the next month… that means no access to my computer…! And then, ugh, school starts again… **Sigh** the summer goes so fast…
And everyone: I love you people!!! I can't believe how many reviews I've gotten!!!
And I wouldn't mind more…

Thank You's:

Kapies: 'Creepy?' **tilts head quizzically** How so????? Now I'm curious! I didn't realize it came off that way… I need more knowledge of this before I write their next encounter!!
Blue Lady: Doesn't take me too long to update? Umm…. **walks away quickly, whistling**
Starlight: Oh my, inner voices! Lol. Good to know you like some romance… lol, I'll try to stay away form the level of those 'porn novels' as you call them ;) ((although I think some of them are quite entertaining… which I'll never admit again))
Lady Grimms: I could get used to being called that! And I don't mind you calling him Nick at all; I got the idea for his name when I heard this woman in a movie refer to the devil as 'Old Nick,' so Nick is appropriate to the theme (you know, Saetan-Satan, Lucivar-Lucifer, Daemon-Damon/Damien, so Nickolaes-Old Nick….. I'm shutting up now, I know I don't have to spell it out for you; I'm babbling anyway) ANYWAY, thanks!
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