Brief introduction:

This is a piece from book two.

Liora didn’t have such a good birthday. With a sudden panic attack brought on by the party Foe had thrown for her, the poor girl spent most of the evening lock in her room. Cáel had planned on giving her two gifts for her birthday, but unfortunately one of the gifts had to wait until a later date.

Now, a couple of weeks have passed and Cáel finally has the chance to give the girl the second gift he had been patiently waiting to give her. So, here we go.

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The sound of shattering glass tore him out of his thoughts.

“Oh Gods damn it,” she spat. Her fingers quickly tucked the white strand behind her ear as she knelt before the broken vile on the floor. The black liquid seeped between the stone before Liora began dabbing it with the bottom of her apron.

Cáel hurried to assist her. He didn’t need her cutting her hands on the glass. That wouldn’t have been the best lead up to giving her the second gift.

“Cáel?” Liora looked up at him, surprise in her voice. He reached for the glass. “Don’t!”

“Why not? I don’ want yah cuttin’ yarself,” he muttered lifting his hands.

“Never touch something you don’t know,” Liora stated. Removing her apron, she placed it over the glass. “I’ll ask Caldor the best way to clean that later.”

“What is it?” Cáel heard the girl sigh.

Her hands rested on her lap. Her fingernails stained dark purple from the plants she had been working with. A smudge of the same purple was on her cheek.

“I was trying to make my nana’s sleeping bitter. It helps people suffering from insomnia,” Liora explained, standing up to close her grandmother’s almanac. “It’s supposed to help suppress bad dreams.”

“Ya’re still havin’ that dream?” Cáel had no idea. His friend hadn’t spoken about it since she had first experienced it the night of her name day. “Do yah think it’s a vision? Like one of those seein’ thin’s yah get.”

“No…I mean…I don’t think so,” Liora stuttered, “normally I have a trigger like holding someone’s hand or touching an item that belongs to them. I’ve even begun to get less random flash images and can control what I want to see. I don’t believe this is a vision… at least it’s no vision I’ve ever had before.”

Cáel scratched the back of his head. He wanted to help her, but he honestly knew nothing when it came to what was going on with her gifts. He knew what she told him about it. That’s what he had always been there to do; to listen to her and maybe help her figure it out.

“Maybe…” Cáel didn’t want what he was going to say to cause problems.

“Maybe?” Liora pushed. “Cáel, be honest, tell me.”

The corner of his mouth twitched at hearing those words.

“Maybe yar powers are growing… changing?” Cáel suggested. “I mean, sure ya’re a seer but what if as yah grow yar powers do to. Like when yah first woke up in Morza yah had images and then yah could read people’s memories… then the healin’ thin’s happened. What if dreams are a new part of it? A new level to yar gifts?”

The girl looked at him for a moment before looking down at her fingers. She picked at the purple on her skin, while she stayed silent. Maybe he shouldn’t have said anything after all. Liora looked so defeated by hearing what he had said. She had told him how much she wanted to be normal. She had shared with him how she didn’t like the attention her powers brought. All Cáel could do was try an empathies, but he couldn’t imagine what the girl was feeling.

“I…” Cáel took a deep breath, “I know this is bad timin’, but I came down here because I wanted to give yah yar second gift.”

“What?” her head shot up and her brow winced. “You already got me my dagger weeks ago. I don’t need a second name day gift.”

“All ‘ight then…” Cáel rubbed his neck, “how about a make yar day better gift? I can’t take it back and I’ve been waitin’ weeks to give it to yah… and I really thought ya’d use it… and yah know I poured my heart and soul into–”

“All right I get it,” Liora cut him off, “quit guilting me.”

“Awe but I wasn’ done explainin’ how I had to climb mountains and fight trolls,” the girl giggled, covering her mouth with the back of her hand before looking away. A smile grew across his lips when he saw hers begin to appear.

“Give me the gift then,” the girl chimed, putting out her hand.

“Actually… I want to give yah the gift somewhere nicer than here,” Cáel muttered, “follow me?”

He headed for the door, taking a deep breath to keep himself calm. The girl hurried to keep up with him as they made their way towards the garden.

Continuing to walk towards the stables, he watched the girl stop to look at him. Her head tilted to the side.

To be continued in PART TWO found HERE!