Later near sundown..."Here, Twillow. I want you to have these." Sig stated, handing the fae a small cloth sack filled with crystals. "They probably aren't much, but if you arrange them in the same symbol on the bag they can keep themselves charged with magic. Perhaps it can help you absorb some more if you need it?"Twillow gratefully took the bag in her hands and the crystals grew brighter inside upon her touch, "Thank you so much, Sig. These are perfect."Though the crystals weren't very powerful by fae standards, Twillow knew they would help give her a bit of "magical nourishment". Granted, it wouldn't give her an instant refill of magic should she deplete her natural reserves, but it would sustain her after a while. Putting them around her bed as she slept would be a good use for them.She batted her wings and smiled at the wizard and his family, "Thank you so much for your kind hospitality. I'm very grateful.""You're very welcome, Twillow. Please come again." Leida reciprocated
They stared at the sky some more until Twillow started humming a tune she remembered about stars and gradually it built into quiet singing. As she sang she noticed Kendrick's breathing slowed beneath her. She held a note in the song and suddenly his chest seemed to shudder beneath her.She stopped singing and glanced at the huge arms draped across his stomach. The distinct raised texture of goose flesh covered them. She'd given him chills with her singing. He'd said her singing was beautiful before, but seeing the physical effect it had on him was the greatest compliment she'd ever received about her singing."Please, don't stop yet." He requested in almost a whisper.Twillow smiled and continued her song, even delving into a second one just for him. When she stopped he gave a contented sigh. The deep motion of his exhale made Twillow slide down off of his chest and into the space between his stomach and ribs. It was actually much more comfortable than the firmer surface of his chest.
Twillow listened for the woman as she flew. She followed the sound of the woman's screams and cries and was soon able to locate her in a clearing amid the forest. She had long, dark brown hair and medium toned skin. She was naked save for the ropes that bound both of her arms to the trunk a big tree. She was on her knees, sobbing and seemed clearly exhausted from fighting her bonds.Who had done this to her and why?With a quick drop of her wings, Twillow glided down the rest of the way and came to a running landing in front of the bound woman. The naked woman cried out but then stared at her with wonder through tear-filled eyes.Twillow held up her hands and approached quietly, "It's ok. I'm here to help you.""Wh-What?" the woman stammered in a strained voice.Twillow observed the tree and the ropes that bound the woman, trying to find a way to unbind her, "Who did this to you?"The woman shook her head as if she didn't want to say."You don't know? Why would they tie you up out her
A wicked smiled slowly turned his mouth upward, "And...you're about to get blood on my boots."The sweep of his leg was so fast and abrupt that less than half of the men were able to duck or veer from its path. A terrible melody of snapping bones, short screams, and the dull thunk of bodies striking trees rang out. Crimson stained the grass as a complimentary mist. The giant's boot swept back, returning to its original place calmly as if apathetic to the death it had just dealt.His head tipped slightly and seemed to bob in a counting sort of gesture, "Hmm...eight."With a deliberate step he delivered a swift end to the nearest slayer, "Seven."There was a frantic scramble of the survivors to get to their feet and flee for the trees.A sickening crunch, "Six..." and two more, "Five...four..."Two slayers turned defensively and fired their crossbows; mere leaves caught up in the bloody hurricane that was barreling down on top of them."Three...two..." the morbid countdown continued.Th
Winter...As the weather turned colder, Twillow had kept indoors near the fireplace. She didn't like the cold at all and was ill-equipped to deal with it. She was, however, feeling stifled since she couldn't go out flying for very long without freezing. Flying around Kendrick's home, while spacious, was not the same as flying in the open sky. The coat and wintery outfit Kendrick had gotten for her helped but she lost so much heat through her thin wings it was like leaving a door open on a cold blustery day. However, today the pair were going on a trip to Alec's which Twillow had been looking forward to.Twillow sat on Kendrick's broad shoulder as he walked through the snowy forest. She shivered, even though he had provided her with a long, fur-lined coat to keep her warm. It was long enough that when she lowered her wings and wrapped them around her front they were covered too. But even with the coat, it was still too cold for her.Her giant companion never seemed bothered by the cold
Frank laughed as he held his Uncle Melvin across the chest, "You'd better apologize, Kendrick! I don't know if we can hold back this old goat for much longer!" Kendrick leaned forward, reached across the table, and plucked up Melvin by the back of his shirt. "Put me down ye damned bollix! I'll bury ye so deep the devil 'imself won't find ye!" Melvin protested furiously swinging his fists as he was lifted back toward his own table. "All right, all right, Melvin. I didn't mean it. Your wife and daughters are saints." Kendrick apologized with a smirk, placing Melvin back in his chair. Melvin swiped at Kendrick's retreating hand, slapping it loudly. That seemed to satisfy him but he grumpily scooted his chair closer to the table, shot down some more ale, and turned to Alec. "Ye didn't beat this boy enough growing up, Alec." He groused with restraint. Then looked up at Twillow, removed his hat quickly and said, "Apologies, Lass." Alec chuckled, shaking his head and Twillow giggled int
Months later into winter...It was a particularly cold winter night and both Kendrick and Twillow had gone to their respective beds. Twillow's hanging bed was positioned strategically near the fireplace to keep her extra warm and Kendrick had even sealed off the outer entrances to his home to keep out the cold for her.The fire in the fireplace crackled gently, lighting the darkened cavern with a soft, warm, orange glow. Kendrick was about relaxed enough to drift off to sleep when he heard a small hissing sound. He lifted his head and strained to listen. It didn't take him long to realize it was sniffling accompanied by gentle sobs. Quietly he propped himself up on the backs of his elbows. It sounded like Twillow was crying. He mentally tried to rationalize why she would be crying.Was she sick? Was she upset with him? Did he do something to make her cry? Was she afraid?With an abrupt swing of his legs he rose from his bed and gently padded across the stone floor toward the fireplace
Kendrick gestured down the path, stood up, and then stepped aside, "We can talk on your way home.""Uh. Ok." Sig agreed, taking the reins again and urging his horses forward.The animals weren't so keen on passing Kendrick's boots as they shied away but once they were past him they resumed their gait. Kendrick waited a moment and began lightly, treading behind and off to the side of Sig's wagon...or at least as "lightly" as a giant could tread. The horsethes didn't like that much either but gradually they kept pace."So...what questions did you have?" Sig asked, watching the huge boots swing and settle next to his cart with giant's steps."How is Leida and your children?" Kendrick asked."Good, good. How's Twillow?" Sig returned the question."She's...uh...she's good too.""She didn't come with you?"Kendrick shook his head, "She doesn't approve of what I do when I'm patrolling my territory...so no.""Ah. I-I see." Sig read between the lines of what he meant.The giant was quiet for a