Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Whither Goes the Wind--Part 43

Lulea awoke in a flickering cavern, her head pounding.  After... well, she wasn't sure how long, but  a good long time of wishing herself away from the sun's heat and light, she wished herself back.  This place had light and heat too, both far more oppressive than the golden shimmering light of the sun.  The air seemed stale, and heavy--Lulea felt sluggish and slightly ill here.  And somehow, for all the light, there were menacing shadows everywhere.

"Ahh, you're up!" came the voice of Vulcan.  "Excellent.  I really wasn't sure how to wake you!"  Lulea turned and then stared as the Salamander made a shrug.  "I haven't had any Sylphs to deal with, after all.  It's something of a mystery to me!"

Lulea simply continued to stare.  She'd assumed that the image of Vulcan she saw exaggerated his height--in fact it downplayed it.  The Salamander towered over her, the tallest one of his kind she'd ever seen.  She assumed, from what Etain had told her that it had something to do with his enviroment, and that in another setting, he would be a more normal height--still it was unsettling to look at.  "Well, you are a tall drink of water, aren't you?" she blurted out.

"More pitch,"said Vulcan.  "I wasn't aware you Sylphs drank water, though..."

"Dew," muttered Lulea.  "It's... more a saying.  From the Old Court."

Vulcan nodded absently.   "Ahh.  I never really paid much attention to things there.  Had things to do."

Lulea shifted.  Things were still uncomfortable, but she seemed to be getting used to it, horrible as that seemed on some level.  "Like what?"

"Let me show you," said Vulcan with a grin.

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