By Mikaa, Lord of the Nova
Chapter 2 - Peace Comes
Note - Read Chapter 1 before reading further; Disclaimer can be found in Chapter 1.
"Oh, Felix!"
"Oh Mia!"
Not for the first time that day, Felix considered the satisfaction that could be had if he slew two "friends" of his. All he did was tell Ivan that he was slightly jealous of Isaac for his impending wedding, and the little irritant had gone and blabbed. At least Isaac and Mia seemed oblivious to the tale.
"Oh, Fe-"
An unintentionally loud groan broke Felix's dread of humiliation as he turned to glance behind him. Sitting behind him were Ivan, Garet, and Jenna, the latter's elbow was lodged in Garet's gut. Felix smiled at the face Garet had on, one of pain, but also a look of knowing that he got what he deserved. Amazing how mature that moron had become since he had "left" Vale all those years ago. Even Ivan, a little annoying brat known to prank, showed a bit of maturity, though not enough to still be annoying.
And Jenna. Ah, his sister. Though it galled him that she seemed attracted to Garet (Elements knew why), it was clear to him that she was anything but the small, naive girl he was rejoined with upon his return.
Turning in his chair towards the center of the Sanctum, Felix tried to fix his attire, to little avail. His outfit was a gift from his old caretaker in Prox, and was not even close to being suitable to Vale's warmer climate. He chuckled to himself, smiling at the realization that it was not him chuckling mentally. At some point during their travels, Felix had developed a mental link Sheba, one that was both intimate yet private. He could almost hear her laughing at the thought of Ivan's face when he tried to ask her out. Then again, he probably wasn't just thinking it; he was probably hearing Sheba's thoughts.
Smiling at that thought, he stared ahead of the chairs, staring at Isaac. How alike they were as a child, how alike they were even now, both with the love of a woman, both strong, both intelligent. Both with lovers that matched them perfectly.
A hush fell over the room, and even though the music was one for the occasion, there was no denying the arua that fell in the room, an aura of beauty and perfection. There was no denying the two women walking down the asile were beautiful, both in their own ways. Mia, her long blue hair flowing beneath the veil, her pale skin almost glowing with an angelic brilliance. In front of her walked Sheba, notably older than when he first met her, her once-short blonde hair flowed behind in a ponytail, her skin as smooth as the silk garments she wore.
Sheba walked past Isaac as Mia stopped beside him, the Wind mage stepping up to the make-shift podium, beginning the words for the wedding. As she spoke, Felix could almost hear the conversation that Mia had with Sheba, about the marrage rites in Imil, of how a woman would hand off the healer to another, and act as her replacement during child birth.
Without meaning to, Felix briefly visualized himself standing next to Sheba in place of Isaac and Mia, the Great Healer uttering a few words in normal Valean tradition. Or, instead, maybe he would allow a ceramony following whatever Sheba's home land would allow.
Felix's face became quite warm when he noted Sheba's pink cheeks at the front of the room, realizing that she could hear him thinking. Despite the slight embarassment to either of them, he had to admit, it was comforting to know that he could confide in Sheba without worrying about anything.
Maybe, just maybe, things would finally go without a hitch.
End of Chapter 2