Chapter 5
"You know I don't like him father. He isn't from this Realm. He shouldn't be around her."
"Daemon it doesn't matter if you like him or not, it's what Harmony wants and you can't stop her. She found someone she likes Daemon, and on top of that it's a male. You damn well know that we have had trouble getting her to spend time with men her age."
"She stays with Daemonar all the time."
"Daemonar can't become her consort. She needs to interact with people outside the hall and with you restricting her it isn't going to help her court when she does form one."
"She has a long wait before she forms her court father. She hasn't had her first..."
"Don't you say that she hasn't had her first night yet. Or are you just that dense of a father. Answer this: Why were Valyn and her in bed till noon today and why was Lucivar forbidden from dragging them both out of bed."
It finally struck him. His little Harmony wasn't little anymore. He couldn't keep his baby girl.
Waiting in silence Saetan waited for his son to reply. When he did it was not what he had been expecting.
With tears welling up in his eyes Daemon turned to his father. "She will always be my little girl and you can't take that away from me." With that he walked away.
Making sure that the little Witch was completely soaked Lucivar let her up for air.
"You no good bastard and son of a whoring bitch how dare you try to drown me."
"Your fathers the bastard, I'm the prick. Please do get it right little one."
"When we get back to the hall and I tell mother your ass will be grass."
"A funny thought telling your mother. You see she's the one that gave me the permission to throw you in the coldest body of water I could find."
With a look of bewilderment on her face Harmony climbed out of the pond and used craft to get the water out of her clothes and fling it at a very surprised Uncle. "Bet ya that was cold."
With a look of pure venom on his face Lucivar fought back with a bit of craft himself. A solid box of nothing started to push Harmony back toward the pond. Her eyes showed pure concentration, not what he had been expecting. He could feel her boring a hole into the top of the box. When the hole was big enough for at least five people she sprang up much like an Eyrien does when he launches into flight.
Before she got to the top of her jump Harmony pulled all of her jewel strength and made wings just like Lucivar's and soared up to the top of the trees calling her sword and dove straight for her Uncle.
Not having time to react Lucivar closed his eyes and hoped that he hadn't pushed her to the killing edge. Feeling a soft breeze on his face he opened one eye to see Harmony with the biggest smile ever floating a few feet from the ground gently beating her wings to stay there.
"That, was not very nice little one. Hell's fire I thought you were going to kill me. Mother night I'm getting to old to be scared like that."
"Well it serves you right. The first thing you ever taught me was to fight fair. That was not fair."
"Sorry little one. My memory is fading in my old age,"
"Ha! When you get as old as Grandpa then you can use that excuse."
"That is very shaky ground. You know that Saetan is only two century's old." Smiling because he knew that she would go tell Saetan about his son's joke about his age he had to ask her before he was in a tremendous amount of pain. "How on earth did you create those wings? From where I was standing they looked real enough to touch."
"You could have touched them; they were as real as yours were. I went to the keep a few days ago to visit Draca and she had found this wonderful book and had thought of me. The book was wonderful Lucivar, It had all kinds of craft in it like making real objects out of air it was great."
"Is it always that hard though? I felt pull all your energy out of your jewels."
"No it's not hard but I haven't practiced with anything of that size before. I've only made knives, bladed sticks, and swords, never anything that big or that had to hold my body weight."
Feeling a whole new terror over come him Lucivar had to take a mental trip back. She was definitely Jaenelle's daughter. He remembered when he first met that wayward cat in Puurl; she only had half an idea of what she was getting herself into throwing herself into the winds without even knowing what they were.
"Earth to my very dazed looking Uncle can you please come back to the present?"
Mentally shaking himself Lucivar started to smile. "If you can bring those wings back then we can practice with them." In an instant they were wrapped around her body.
"Good, now as I recall you haven't had anything to eat, right?" Her stomach answered for her. "Well then neither have I so I will race you..." He didn't even get to finish because he was attacked by a whirlwind of leaves and twigs as she took off laughing.
"Come on Lucivar. I thought this was supposed to be a race."
He let her win not because he thought she couldn't but because he could feel her jewel's draining fast.
"You know I don't like him father. He isn't from this Realm. He shouldn't be around her."
"Daemon it doesn't matter if you like him or not, it's what Harmony wants and you can't stop her. She found someone she likes Daemon, and on top of that it's a male. You damn well know that we have had trouble getting her to spend time with men her age."
"She stays with Daemonar all the time."
"Daemonar can't become her consort. She needs to interact with people outside the hall and with you restricting her it isn't going to help her court when she does form one."
"She has a long wait before she forms her court father. She hasn't had her first..."
"Don't you say that she hasn't had her first night yet. Or are you just that dense of a father. Answer this: Why were Valyn and her in bed till noon today and why was Lucivar forbidden from dragging them both out of bed."
It finally struck him. His little Harmony wasn't little anymore. He couldn't keep his baby girl.
Waiting in silence Saetan waited for his son to reply. When he did it was not what he had been expecting.
With tears welling up in his eyes Daemon turned to his father. "She will always be my little girl and you can't take that away from me." With that he walked away.
Making sure that the little Witch was completely soaked Lucivar let her up for air.
"You no good bastard and son of a whoring bitch how dare you try to drown me."
"Your fathers the bastard, I'm the prick. Please do get it right little one."
"When we get back to the hall and I tell mother your ass will be grass."
"A funny thought telling your mother. You see she's the one that gave me the permission to throw you in the coldest body of water I could find."
With a look of bewilderment on her face Harmony climbed out of the pond and used craft to get the water out of her clothes and fling it at a very surprised Uncle. "Bet ya that was cold."
With a look of pure venom on his face Lucivar fought back with a bit of craft himself. A solid box of nothing started to push Harmony back toward the pond. Her eyes showed pure concentration, not what he had been expecting. He could feel her boring a hole into the top of the box. When the hole was big enough for at least five people she sprang up much like an Eyrien does when he launches into flight.
Before she got to the top of her jump Harmony pulled all of her jewel strength and made wings just like Lucivar's and soared up to the top of the trees calling her sword and dove straight for her Uncle.
Not having time to react Lucivar closed his eyes and hoped that he hadn't pushed her to the killing edge. Feeling a soft breeze on his face he opened one eye to see Harmony with the biggest smile ever floating a few feet from the ground gently beating her wings to stay there.
"That, was not very nice little one. Hell's fire I thought you were going to kill me. Mother night I'm getting to old to be scared like that."
"Well it serves you right. The first thing you ever taught me was to fight fair. That was not fair."
"Sorry little one. My memory is fading in my old age,"
"Ha! When you get as old as Grandpa then you can use that excuse."
"That is very shaky ground. You know that Saetan is only two century's old." Smiling because he knew that she would go tell Saetan about his son's joke about his age he had to ask her before he was in a tremendous amount of pain. "How on earth did you create those wings? From where I was standing they looked real enough to touch."
"You could have touched them; they were as real as yours were. I went to the keep a few days ago to visit Draca and she had found this wonderful book and had thought of me. The book was wonderful Lucivar, It had all kinds of craft in it like making real objects out of air it was great."
"Is it always that hard though? I felt pull all your energy out of your jewels."
"No it's not hard but I haven't practiced with anything of that size before. I've only made knives, bladed sticks, and swords, never anything that big or that had to hold my body weight."
Feeling a whole new terror over come him Lucivar had to take a mental trip back. She was definitely Jaenelle's daughter. He remembered when he first met that wayward cat in Puurl; she only had half an idea of what she was getting herself into throwing herself into the winds without even knowing what they were.
"Earth to my very dazed looking Uncle can you please come back to the present?"
Mentally shaking himself Lucivar started to smile. "If you can bring those wings back then we can practice with them." In an instant they were wrapped around her body.
"Good, now as I recall you haven't had anything to eat, right?" Her stomach answered for her. "Well then neither have I so I will race you..." He didn't even get to finish because he was attacked by a whirlwind of leaves and twigs as she took off laughing.
"Come on Lucivar. I thought this was supposed to be a race."
He let her win not because he thought she couldn't but because he could feel her jewel's draining fast.
