The disruption in the plane was like a peal of happiness over Velentham's heart. She had returned. He knew she would. Sanria had used the rose, and she was here. In an instant, Velentham collapsed space onto itself and arrived at the side of... the priest? It didn't make sense. Before him was the same priest that had come to take Sanria away. Why?
"Greetings, Priest." Velentham knew immediately the priest understood. "I suppose she chose not to return?"
"Well, I'm afraid she didnt' know she could... I don't think anyone did."
"If I would have had time to discuss it with her, perhaps," Velentham said with a tad more venom than he intended.
"Actually, she doesn't remember you at all."
Impossible. There is no way his Sanria would have forgotten him. Utterly impossible. "What do you mean?"
"There is much I think we should discuss... shall we go somewhere to sit?"
In silence, Velentham spirited Gilean through space and onto the porch of the cabin. His ire was raised, his anger palpable. Greetings finished, his father spoke lightly, "I was telling my son here that we ought to have more visitors to our slice of heaven." In an instant, Telfenham was in Velentham's mind. 'How did this happen?'
'I don't know.'
"Well, I must admit arriving here was a surprise," Gilean said. "I did not know that this was a portal back to this realm."
Again the elder Celestial looked to his son. 'You did not tell them?'
'Father, I didn't have the time to-'
'Such a foolish, foolish thing to do, Velentham. Look now, we have a guest that has no way home.'
'He wasn't supposed to be the one!'
'Watch your tone.'
"Well, a portal it was and here you now are," Telfenham spoke with a gen- ial smile. In an instant, the rose was vanished.
"Yes. I was only hoping to study it. I was hopeful that it might allow me to connect with more of my past."
"It seems your past has lead you right here."
"Wrong path," Velentham growled under his breath. It was all he could take. He rose from the chair and stormed from the cottage.
Dismissal
When Sanria told Colin she had given the rose away, the relief that crossed his features troubled her. She didn't understand how or why he could be so pleased to see the rose gone and it made her a little hurt that something so special to her could be so gladly removed.
Later, in the cool of the evening, Sanria sat in the bed with Colin. She had to face the fact that her feelings were beginning to change. The dreams of tea with Throm, of his eyes, and her growing discontent with staying in the cavern - it were as though she had somewhere she needed to go. Someplace was calling to her, she just didn't know where. Colin pulled her to face him, "Sanria... Throm is... He's dead. No matter what you remember, nothing will change that."
"I know... I just, can't help but... I don't know."
"And if you need to go somewhere... we can all go. We can take a trip, all three of us..."
Sanria looked at Colin, his eyes welling with unshed tears. The worry she saw on his face was clear. "Sanria Stone, I can't lose you again. I followed you everywhere, even when you were with Throm, I always found a way. If I lost you... I don't know what I'd do."
Sanria looked down at Colin's hands in hers. She was pregnant, she had a child, she had a husband, she had... a home. She slowly looked back to Colin and melted into an embrace. "I will go to the Druid Grove... maybe they can stop the memories from coming back."
The embrace grew tight and Colin kissed her head. "I promise you, we have time to make many, many more memories."
Sanria let out a long sigh and nodded in return. Perhaps this was exactly where she was supposed to be and everything had happened in order to keep it that way. She drifted off to her dreams wrapped in Colin's large arms where Throm sat beside her hunched in a blanket, a cup of tea in his hand.
Later, in the cool of the evening, Sanria sat in the bed with Colin. She had to face the fact that her feelings were beginning to change. The dreams of tea with Throm, of his eyes, and her growing discontent with staying in the cavern - it were as though she had somewhere she needed to go. Someplace was calling to her, she just didn't know where. Colin pulled her to face him, "Sanria... Throm is... He's dead. No matter what you remember, nothing will change that."
"I know... I just, can't help but... I don't know."
"And if you need to go somewhere... we can all go. We can take a trip, all three of us..."
Sanria looked at Colin, his eyes welling with unshed tears. The worry she saw on his face was clear. "Sanria Stone, I can't lose you again. I followed you everywhere, even when you were with Throm, I always found a way. If I lost you... I don't know what I'd do."
Sanria looked down at Colin's hands in hers. She was pregnant, she had a child, she had a husband, she had... a home. She slowly looked back to Colin and melted into an embrace. "I will go to the Druid Grove... maybe they can stop the memories from coming back."
The embrace grew tight and Colin kissed her head. "I promise you, we have time to make many, many more memories."
Sanria let out a long sigh and nodded in return. Perhaps this was exactly where she was supposed to be and everything had happened in order to keep it that way. She drifted off to her dreams wrapped in Colin's large arms where Throm sat beside her hunched in a blanket, a cup of tea in his hand.
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