Velentham sat in the room at the cottage, staring out the windows that overlooked the small garden at the back. He hated Gilean now. Truly and utterly hated him. His cousin and the purple being, Claire, had come to his rescue, but only after Gilean had tried getting him killed. Only Claire had prevented him from battling his cousin outright, but staying in their home was detestable to Velentham. He had to leave, and he would go where he knew he could be wanted.
Velentham walked into the living room to see Gilean on the couch. The lesser Celestial was busy trying to read, but Velentham knew his cousin was aware of his precense. "You know the sooner you tell me where she is, the sooner I get out of your house and life, right?"
"It has been pointed out to me that it might be none of my business what you do. After all you are not my responsibility. But it doesn't mean that I have to help you do something I disapprove of either."
"Well then, you won't mind if I go out and start asking around?"
"Why would I? You don't need my permission after all, right?"
"Done."
Velentham headed for the door. He didn't care what he had to do, he would find the information that he required. He had the door opened as Claire walked in. He would start here. With all the charm he could manage, he turned to her. "My cousin has decided not to help me find Sanria. You wouldn't happen to know the way to her home, would you?"
"Well... I do..."
"Velentham, don't you dare!" Gilean glared over at Velentham.
"What business is it of yours?"
"She is my wi... the woman I love. Don't you dare try to use her like that. Do you understand me?"
"Simply my way of doing things, no harm intended."
"He's trying to influence you to do what he wants," Gilean announced to Claire, his eyes boring into Velentham's skull.
"It wasn't intentional, cousin. We all do things we don't mean, don't we?"
Claire admonished the two of them and Velentham looked at her again with hope on his face. If she would just let him know, he would get out and never return. "You wish to know where she lives?"
"Yes," Velentham said, mentally adding, 'More than anything.'
"Will you be returning here once you've visited with her?"
"I don't believe my company is wanted."
"I can't... I can't sit here and listen to this," Gilean said.
"Then don't," Velentham snapped and looked back to Claire. "Will you help me, please?"
"Head west until you see a waterfall. Go behind it and you will be at her cavern. Please... do not use your charm on her. I hope you will give her the freedom to choose."
"Thank you," Velentham said, heading out the door.
Tailed
In truth, she knew she should have expected as much. Colin had been nothing but ever predictable and Sanria knew that the moment after telling him what happened that she would be shadowed ever after. Though she'd been avoiding Thasmudyan anyway, Colin was there every time she turned around. Even as she bathed, he watched over her, his fear based motivations ensuring that so long as Thasmudyan remained, her time would not be her own. Colin had confessed his jealousy, his desire to be able to share emotions with her as Thasmudyan now could. There was simply no way to convince him that such a thing was not necessarily positive.
The good thing to come out of all was the fact that the encounter absolutely worked for her pregnancy. Leandra was growing by leaps and bounds, at times causing Sanria to need sleep immediately to accommodate the pace. Orn, too was getting bigger, suddenly going from a toddler into a little boy - looking every bit of five.
It was a mere couple of days before Leandra made her way into the world. It shocked Sanria deeply, for her recollections of birth and all that followed after were non-existent. She begged for Colin to go get Thasmudyan to make the pain go away, but Colin would not relent in his insistence that she had done this before and her body knew what to do. He was right.
Finally done with the pregnancy and birth, Sanria watched Colin's face closely. The big man was enraptured with his daughter, her tiny hands, her small noises - he was in love. "You like this... you really do..." Sanria said, watching Colin swoon over his newborn.
"Well, maybe... I mean... look at her."
They brought Orn in to meet his new sister and the Stone family sat on the large bed looking at their newest member. Ready to go back to his bed, Orn looked over from the comfort of his father's arms. "Now you make a brother, ok." Sanria shook her head with a chuckle. Leandra would be the last. She would make sure of it.
The good thing to come out of all was the fact that the encounter absolutely worked for her pregnancy. Leandra was growing by leaps and bounds, at times causing Sanria to need sleep immediately to accommodate the pace. Orn, too was getting bigger, suddenly going from a toddler into a little boy - looking every bit of five.
It was a mere couple of days before Leandra made her way into the world. It shocked Sanria deeply, for her recollections of birth and all that followed after were non-existent. She begged for Colin to go get Thasmudyan to make the pain go away, but Colin would not relent in his insistence that she had done this before and her body knew what to do. He was right.
Finally done with the pregnancy and birth, Sanria watched Colin's face closely. The big man was enraptured with his daughter, her tiny hands, her small noises - he was in love. "You like this... you really do..." Sanria said, watching Colin swoon over his newborn.
"Well, maybe... I mean... look at her."
They brought Orn in to meet his new sister and the Stone family sat on the large bed looking at their newest member. Ready to go back to his bed, Orn looked over from the comfort of his father's arms. "Now you make a brother, ok." Sanria shook her head with a chuckle. Leandra would be the last. She would make sure of it.
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