Disclaimer: I don't own the Dark Jewels Trilogy.
AN: Silence…. I have nothing to say.
Italics are the private communications between the Blood
Italics are normally used for the Blood, it will just be the other part of Selari
Bold lettering is when inanimate objects are speaking (Selari's replies will also be in bold)
Chapter 11
Winsol Night
Divear was not in a very good mood. He hadn't been in a good one since he and Selari had last talked.
Damn the girl, he thought angrily. She had left. She was no longer in this area. IN fact she had left early that very morning. And he had only know this much because he had already been up. She hadn't even bothered to tell him.
What was she thinking? Divear didn't trust her with her family. Who knows what could happen. Hell, he didn't trust her by herself. Who knows what sort of trouble she would get into.
The first time they had planned to do Winsol together, she goes on a damn trip. She should be here. No matter what, that was what was repeatedly going through his mind.
Divear was pacing in the forest. Selari's and his normal place. Where they practiced sticks and stuff like that. This is where they always met.
The later it got the more his temper rose. Divear knew that he needed to get in control. He was way too close to the killing edge. Seriously this shouldn't be bothering him so much. But it was.
He couldn't get a hold of her. NO matter how hard he tried there was no answer. Or even a sense that she was there. She shouldn't be with them tonight, she should be with him. He was the only one who knew about her, who understood her. They didn't. They would be dancing in the name of Witch.
Divear and Selari would be dancing for the Other.
Finally Divear couldn't stand it anymore. He put a roaring angry call out through the gray thread. It was more of a roar then anything else.
Divear didn't get the reply that he wanted, instead he got two unwelcome Blood.
"Who the hell are you?" a female voice asked, angrily, suspicion laced with her words.
"Do you have a reason for making out angry calls on this particular thread, Prince." A male voice asked. He was not very pleased.
"Go away, I do not wish to speak with either of you." Divear replied to both of them.
"Well that's too damn bad. Cause you know what you interrupted something very important, and now you should explain yourself." The female's voice commanded.
Divear got no response from the male, but he was still there. That one was closer then the other. The other one in fact wasn't even on this side of the realm. From what he could tell, she was in Terreille.
"Tell me who you are." The males voice asked.
"Didn't I tell you to leave me the fuck alone." Divear muttered. He would have just broken the connection, but that would mean breaking the whole gray connection, and then he might not be able to contact Selari.
"I wish to know." The male voice asked Divear.
"We all don't get what we want." Was his reply.
Then there was a new voice that added into the conversation.
"Why do you chose not to answer the question?" a cold, midnight voice asked.
Divear had never heard that voice before, but he knew who she was. Anyone would if they heard it. This was Witch.
"I refuse to answer to you, Witch." He told her, openly and challenging.
"Oh, and why is that, Oh Prince." Was the reply that Divear got from the midnight voice.
"Because, he is mine, he serves me and not you." Selari's voice came into the conversation. She was angry and her voice was just as scary as the midnight voice.
Then that was it. The connection was broken.
Divear turned and look around. There she was. Selari was standing there, and in a dress of all things. A white dress that fell down to her ankles. It would have looked completely lovely if the boots that she was wearing didn't stick out so much. Her black hair fell down along her back, instead of in its usual ponytail.
Her face at first was angry, but when she noticed that he was looking at what she was wearing, she put on a soft smile.
He grinned at her and then looked pointedly at her boots. Selari glanced down, and then looked back up at him, with a smile on her face.
"I wasn't going to wear the shoe thingys that Yeta picked out for me. These are far more comfortable. In fact if I had had my way I would not be wearing this dress." Then a slight grimace came to her face.
"It's not so bad, kid." Divear told her. She glared at him.
"I'm not a kid I'll have you know." With that she walked over to the place under the tree, where she plopped down onto the ground, disregarding the fact that she was in a very nice dress. Divear slowly joined her.
"Ok now, in every race, your age is considered a child." His lips curved into a slight smile as she scowled at him.
"Well, you certainly act more like a child then I do. With your stupid arguments. Or with your temper."
"My temper." He asked, surprised. "What about your temperament. I am a very calm person and am never one to get angry." They both glanced at each other before they burst out laughing.
It was nice, to laugh, and just sit there. Once they stopped, they didn't say anything. It was a comfortable silence that neither of them wanted to disturb. And it was awhile before either of them said anything.
"I can't stay long, my mother will be looking for me, if I'm gone to long." Selari's voice was low and Divear almost didn't hear it. "I'm sorry that I have to ruin our first Winsol."
"Hey, you didn't ruin it, you showed up didn't ya." Divear told her casually. Selari gave him a look.
"Well, we always have next year." A smile spread across her face, and she looked at him.
"We have next year." He confirmed.
"Since, I have to leave, here open it." a brown parcel suddenly appeared in her hands, and she handed it over to him.
Divear took it, and it felt soft. He knew that he could probe for what was inside, but that wouldn't be right. It was wrapped and everything, and Selari probably wanted to see how he felt about the thing.
So Divear slowly opened the brown packaging. His eyes widened when he caught sight of what was inside. It was a jacket, or it use to be. He grabbed it and held it up. It was an ebony color. There were barely any sleeves on it, and the fabric was tough and would withstand a lot of abuse. Normally he would never wear something like this because it could limit his actions. But this was different.
"Selari…thanks." His voice was soft, and he looked directly into her eyes.
"Really you like it. Prince said that Eyrien's don't normally wear jackets, but I thought that you might like this…and you do, so it's great." Selari's eyes were dancing merrily, as she watched him put on the jacket. It fit perfectly, and he smiled at her.
"I have to go Divear, it's getting late." Selari stood up, and started brushing off her dress. Divear stood up as well.
Divear knew that this was his chance. Well, his last chance anyway.
"Selari hold on a minute." Selari looked at him, expectantly.
Divear took the small box out of his pockets and held it out to her. Her eyes widened, and then she smiled.
"You got me something. Oh, Divear thank you." She whispered and looked down at the small box. She reached out and took the thing into her hands. At first all she did was stare at it, cradled in her small hands.
Selari looked up at him and then down at the box.
"Your not cheating are you?" he asked, softly. Selari shook her head.
Then she carefully opened the top of the box. Shock, was the first thing that registered on her face. That was shortly followed by pleasure. Her hand trembled as she brought out the object.
It was a unique looking amulet. Selari had never seen anything like it. It was a pair of Eyrien wings that were made in bronze, with a silver blade going across the length of the wings. It was attached to a chain.
Selari couldn't help but stare at it. There was something about it that drew her to it. She knew that there was something very special about it. That somehow it belonged with her. Selari lifted her eyes to stare at Divear.
"Divear…I love it." Her voice held awe in it. Divear looked away he was not use to so much attention, especially if neither of them were carrying a weapon.
"Do you know what it stands for?" He asked. She nodded her head, glancing back down at the amulet.
"It stands for the Eyrien's protector. Most people would laugh at it, cause what Eyrien male would need one. But this…it's amazing." She whispered.
"Ya…well…shouldn't you be going?" he asked, still not looking at her.
"Yes, but will you put it on, before I go?" she asked him. He looked back at her, to see Selari holding it out to him. He grabbed it, and motioned for her to turn around. She quickly did so.
"Lift your hair." He commanded. When she had done this he slowly brought the chain around her neck, and brought it up against her neck, bringing the ends around to the other side, then clasped the chain together. Once done he took a step back from her.
She dropped her hair and turned around to look at him. She smiled at him, as her hand went up and touched the amulet. Looking down a it, Divear knew that he had definitely made the right choice in giving her the amulet.
Her hands then closed around it and slowly tucked it underneath her dress.
"I don't want anybody to spoil it." was her response to the questioning look he gave her. Divear nodded in understanding.
"Go," he told her. She did so, running towards the edge of the area. She turned around once, and waved before she was gone. Divear smiled and turned away from the way that she had gone and started to walk in the opposite direction.
Selari was a strange one. But he would protect her. it didn't really matter to him that she was stronger then him, she would still need him. She was a child still and he would protect her. Divear thought about what had happened just before Selari had arrived. They would come looking for them. But he would make sure that they didn't find them. No one would find them.
AN: I had some trouble with the last paragraph, but it didn't turn out that bad. I update fast though and this chapter was longer then the other two, which is a good thing.
So, now all that is left to say is review, review, review…
