Chosen of Kore: 8. Major Caelum
It had been an interesting night, now over, thank heavens.
It had been an interesting night, now over, thank heavens.
The awakening from her dream state had been brutal.
In the privy, Yarrow paced like a caged treecat. She felt like punching something.
A hush fell over the room then as a blast of cold air came in through the open door. Jules looked to see what had caused the sudden silence and nearly dropped his stein. Bellica Yarrow stood, as if a smile had been nailed to her face. Major Caelum beside her. His smile was quite a bit more genuine.
Caelum had fallen silent and was staring at her. She glanced at him briefly, asking him what he was looking at without words.
Helene wouldn't have been surprised if that were the case. Her adopted daughter had always been...different. And I'm not just referring to her supernatural abilities, she thought, sweeping the herbcraft room.
They were birds when they found the rest of the invading soldiers.
"Please, Jules—we all know you secretly wish you were a short nineteen-year-old woman," she said, merriment in her eyes as she teased him.
"What's this?" the healer said, still letting that imperious tone sink into her voice. "A run-in with a rusty sword?"
Kore, once Maiden, now Queen,
power of the Sun, source of Light--