It had been some time since the younger Esper Claire had taken her quest. Psycho was inexplicably lost after the result of Claire's quest. Was it his fault that she struggled so much? He believed that Claire would have completed her task a little easier but was astounded at how fast she gave up. When she gave up she magically removed herself from his life. It was as sudden as a flower cutting left in the sun's wilt when it has run out of water.
Just because the young Esper fled quickly did not mean that the memories of her would fade as quickly. Her lavender glow was in all of the purple gems in he pouch, her wisps of energy were around westbridge and Psycho could feel her sorrow in the air. It was not for lack of concern that he had let her go, he felt that this was her choiceful rejection of himself or even fear of being so close to being accepted but the Order.
Psycho did not entirely sit back and watch her from afar. He had tried to keep himself busy with work, Sune forgiving that would never let up. But he had begun to plant orchids around places that reminded him of her.
One night while the Esper was planting some orchids near Sune's waterfall he had made up his mind to confront Claire and attempt to get some closer. When He spoke to Claire she seemed to be hiding something, but she glowed happy. If it was a show, it was a good one, Psycho understood Claire's hesitation to proceed after his quest, but was unaware of what she had been doing since he had last seen her. But she had voiced a union between her and the priest of Lathander, Gilean.
The shock was swift and powerful, but Psycho was sure to keep his composure.
Progression
There was no more time for confusion, and upon realizing she was going to be a mother, Claire had none. Gilean was it. Though he wasn't an esper and she had always assumed her life would be spent with her own kind, there was a certain joy she felt in knowing that her mate was a man who adored her from the start. She knew that their child would have a patient, kind father.
As a proclamation of her affections, Claire scoured the realms to gather every fruit and treat she could locate. They ate chocolate covered strawberries beside the lazy river that ran behind their cottage on a blanket of owl feathers. They would be married, provided he had no one from his past. Things clicked into place quickly, and well, far beyond her expectations.
It was while she busied herself in her studies that Psycho's voice echoed into her mind. He seemed only mildly surprised at her news of impending marriage, though Claire did not share with him the news of her pregnancy. The truth was she harbored fears - she was going to bear a half-esper, and to admit this to another esper was tremendously difficult. At the very least, they agreed to remain friends and meet in the future. It was yet another piece of her life that seemed to fall into lock-step.
As a proclamation of her affections, Claire scoured the realms to gather every fruit and treat she could locate. They ate chocolate covered strawberries beside the lazy river that ran behind their cottage on a blanket of owl feathers. They would be married, provided he had no one from his past. Things clicked into place quickly, and well, far beyond her expectations.
It was while she busied herself in her studies that Psycho's voice echoed into her mind. He seemed only mildly surprised at her news of impending marriage, though Claire did not share with him the news of her pregnancy. The truth was she harbored fears - she was going to bear a half-esper, and to admit this to another esper was tremendously difficult. At the very least, they agreed to remain friends and meet in the future. It was yet another piece of her life that seemed to fall into lock-step.
Succession
Claire didn't know what to do. Her mind was wrapped deeply in the problem at hand - Gilean's proclamation of his feelings right in the midst of her heartache with Psycho and the Radiant Heart. It had been a couple of days, days spent in impassioned study and surreptitious movements about the cottage to avoid Gilean. Home weighed constantly on her mind and bled from her when she could no longer hide from her roommate.
She spent that night packing - roughly tossing her things into her backpack. She couldn't deal with the ache, the confusion, the hiding in Westbridge - it was all overwhelming. She set her things to the side, planning to leave at first light. She would leave the house to Gilean and not look back, it was an infallible plan.
Often times it is when one has a plan that the universe smiles with a conspiratorial knowledge and twists the straight road into successive curves. So it happened that Claire was woken by Gilean sliding into her bed. Embarassed, he rose with a hundred apologies for his lack of attention. They did not, however, part. Instead they sat for hours talking and before the skies had changed color, they were in one another's arms.
Two beings of magic and light - it was nothing to note immediately the change in her body. It happened so quickly that before Claire even had a moment to consider this coupling a fair goodbye, she knew she could not leave. She had seen what her people had done to half espers, what others had done to them also. Now, in an instant, her body bloomed into a life giving realm for yet another being. She looked over at Gilean and took his hand in hers. Within the glow of her magical flames, she watched as his eyes danced in absolute awe. They were going to be parents.
She spent that night packing - roughly tossing her things into her backpack. She couldn't deal with the ache, the confusion, the hiding in Westbridge - it was all overwhelming. She set her things to the side, planning to leave at first light. She would leave the house to Gilean and not look back, it was an infallible plan.
Often times it is when one has a plan that the universe smiles with a conspiratorial knowledge and twists the straight road into successive curves. So it happened that Claire was woken by Gilean sliding into her bed. Embarassed, he rose with a hundred apologies for his lack of attention. They did not, however, part. Instead they sat for hours talking and before the skies had changed color, they were in one another's arms.
Two beings of magic and light - it was nothing to note immediately the change in her body. It happened so quickly that before Claire even had a moment to consider this coupling a fair goodbye, she knew she could not leave. She had seen what her people had done to half espers, what others had done to them also. Now, in an instant, her body bloomed into a life giving realm for yet another being. She looked over at Gilean and took his hand in hers. Within the glow of her magical flames, she watched as his eyes danced in absolute awe. They were going to be parents.
Melting Dreams
Everything had been going - well - incredibly smooth. Sanria found herself enjoying her role as a mother to Orn, a wife to Colin, and had even rediscovered small pockets of her Sage abilities. It was going well, truly, except that one part. The part where night crept into her mind and illuminated her dreamscapes with green twin suns that followed her every move.
She told Colin and he had uneasily dismissed it as simply a dream, but there was something more in the light, she could feel it. She found herself growing slowly more unsettled - wanting to sleep to see the suns, the eyes... his eyes. It was once she had determined that they belonged to the man she couldn't remember, the man who she only had a name for, that the dreams grew into something more.
Sanria couldn't put a finger on it, the emotion that seemed to curl up at the back of her throat. It would come unbidden when she was sitting at the stream with Orn, when she was curled up with Colin before the fireplace, when she was making a cup of tea. As though she wanted to scream, or cry, or both.
Sanria found herself sitting more frequently with the rose in the kitchen, staring down into it, the wish at the edge of her mind simply the desire to fall into the petals and never come out again. No. She wouldn't share these thoughts with anyone. She would smile, be a mother, be a wife, be content until the night fell and the dreams would bathe her soul in a green glow.
She told Colin and he had uneasily dismissed it as simply a dream, but there was something more in the light, she could feel it. She found herself growing slowly more unsettled - wanting to sleep to see the suns, the eyes... his eyes. It was once she had determined that they belonged to the man she couldn't remember, the man who she only had a name for, that the dreams grew into something more.
Sanria couldn't put a finger on it, the emotion that seemed to curl up at the back of her throat. It would come unbidden when she was sitting at the stream with Orn, when she was curled up with Colin before the fireplace, when she was making a cup of tea. As though she wanted to scream, or cry, or both.
Sanria found herself sitting more frequently with the rose in the kitchen, staring down into it, the wish at the edge of her mind simply the desire to fall into the petals and never come out again. No. She wouldn't share these thoughts with anyone. She would smile, be a mother, be a wife, be content until the night fell and the dreams would bathe her soul in a green glow.
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