The next morning, Seyari and Joisse left early. I watched the pair fly away into the white sky, Seyari carrying our daughter like I’d carried her not so long ago.
“It looks like snow,” Kartania said quietly, after the pair had beco nothing more than a red dot in the distance.
I looked around at the incoming weather. Those clouds were a darker gray, heavier and lower. “Yeah, it does. Will you be okay alone in your tent?”
“Renna?”
“Hmm?” I looked back down from the sky at my sister, who was giving a quizzical look.
“Why bring this up now? I’ve been alone in my tent through worse while traveling with you.”
“Oh, right.” I scratched sheepishly at one horn.
“You need to stop that, Sister.”
“Hmm?”
“That.” She pointed to my hand. “You’re intentionally trying to look unsure, vulnerable and nonthreatening.”
“I…” I thought about it for a second. “Yeah, I am.”
“I know you’ve already been told to stop that. You’re not just a Sovereign demon, but a Marchioness now. You need to look like you’re in charge; leverage your intimidating presence.”
“But I’m bad at that,” I whined.
“No,” Kartania stepped forward and poked , right above where my gem was hidden under clothes. “You’re not.”
I hissed.
“See?”
I deflated.
Kartania hit her face with her hand loud enough that I heard an audible smack. “Look, you don’t have to worry about being seen as so evil demon overlord who lives in a scary castle on the side of a frozen mountain.”
“I don’t?”
“No. Your reputation is too good. Although… there will probably be rumors.”
“There will?”
Kartania sighed. “Didn’t Seyari teach you noble politicking?”
“I can’t learn all that in a week!”
“And I can’t tell if you’re being willfully dense or not. Look, Zarenna, all I am trying to say is that you should stop the habits you have that are ant to make you seem less threatening. I shouldn’t have to tell you why, either.”
She’s right. “I know. They’re just… habits. Can you tell when I ss up?”
“For the next few days on the road, yes.”
“Oh, right.” I paused, then forced my shoulders straight, wiping the sheepish look off my face. “Apologies.”
“Better. And just to be clear, I’m not telling you to try to be intimidating.”
“I know.”
“Good.” Kartania turned and started to walk down the road to where we’d stopped clearing it. “Let’s get going then. Daylight’s wasting.”
“Sure.” I bit my lip. I missed my chance to ask about hobbies, didn’t I?
Even with just the two of us, we made good progress, and I was continually astounded by my mana capacity. Despite what I’d assud, I’d never truly gotten used to it, being able to create a solid jet of fire for hours.
As such, it was my incredible-but-human sister who tired first, calling for a stop around midday. The sun was still hidden behind the clouds, and snow had started to fall, obscuring the road behind us.
“I hope there’s no blizzard. I’d hate to have all our work undone.”
Kartania pointed to the snow pile next to her, almost her height. “Unless it’s a freak storm, our work will have been worth it.”
“I suppose. So; Sister.”
Tania narrowed her eyes. “Yes?”
“Do you…” I trailed off, unsure how to ask Kartania about hobbies. After a mont’s thought and withering under her well-practiced glare, I decided to just go for it. “Do you have a hobby?”
“Where is this coming from?” she snapped.
“Well, Seyari’s taken up reading, and I think she might want to write. I like blacksmithing and am hoping to take it up again soon. Joisse bounces between a few things because she’s still deciding, Nelys is a card shark, and Taava likes to sing. Salvador enjoyed hunting and whittling, and Aretan told stories and played dice.”
“And you think I don’t have anything.”
Hesitantly, I nodded. “But you might! I just… haven’t seen anything and you’re always so serious and I was hoping to maybe help you have fun—”
“Don’t.” A little bit of anger slipped through Kartania’s control, but only for a mont.
I glanced up from my feet at my sister, who was pinching the bridge of her nose. “Just… don’t.”
“I’m sorry. But… I’m just trying to help!”
“Well you’re not.”
We stared at each other for a long while. Between us, the unlit logs of our fire started to take on a coating of white from the falling snow. I sat on a sizeable log, she on a cold, lumpy-looking rock.
“Are you going to make start the fire?” My sister spoke and I jumped.
“N-no!” Snapping my fingers, I tried to light the logs. Unfortunately, I put too much into the spell and charred one imdiately, sap bursting it open into a shower of splinters that scattered the rest of the logs. “Sorry!”
Kartania shook bits of burnt wood off her armor and sighed. “You’re nervous about what will happen in Linthel, aren’t you?”
“I… yeah. I guess so.”
My sister closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. I watched as she got up off the rock, took a flint and tinder from her pack, and started to put the logs back together. Wordlessly, I rushed to help her, my four hands making quick work of stacking them. Really, I had no idea how soone with only two arms could properly hold things in place.
My sister flicked sparks onto the remains of our tinder, and it caught. Together, just like when we were kids, we blew on the embers until they ward enough to catch the logs—just a little. Once the fire was steady, I plopped back on one end of the log, bringing my tail around to wrap over my lap.
To my surprise, Kartania sat next to , looking from the fire, to the sky, to my tail. Almost hesitantly, she reached out and ran a hand along it. I tried not to shiver at the chill touch of her gauntleted hand. She pulled on the limb, and I moved it with her motion into her lap.
Tania stared down at the crimson, spade-tipped tail, then pulled it close. “Jewelry.” Her voice was a whisper, so soft I could barely hear it.
“Hmm?”
“A lifeti ago,” she continued, staring into the fire and gripping my tail hard enough that it’d probably hurt a mortal. “I… wanted to beco a jeweler. Make things not just out of pretty stones, but tal and wood and shells from river mussels. Then… well, you know.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know everything. I didn’t want to pry—you seed like you had a lot of secrets you wanted to keep.”
For a long while, Kartania was quiet. I resisted the urge to run my fingers through her hair or pull her into a side hug, and stared up at the snow that was falling all around us, the dark branches of the tree above that I’d cleared once again growing white and heavy.
Screw this moping! Eventually, I decided to just go for it, and I pulled my sister into a side hug with my two left arms. She made a sound sowhere between a squeak and a hiss, probably unused to either the physical intimacy, or being pulled around like a child while wearing a third her weight in tal.
“So,” I started, “What was your training like?”
To my surprise, Tania answered. “Hard. Lonely, despite all the others. I can still rember the morning of the first day, waking up to the symbol of Dhias on the wall. Trying to rember what it ant. A circle for the Cycle of Souls, three marks across it shining down like the rays of the sun: Compassion, Temperance, Honor. Temperance in the center as it relies on the others.” She sketched the familiar symbol out in the snow.
“I never knew the aning of that symbol,” I said softly, then chuckled. “Funny, huh? I probably should know it.” Cycle of Souls, huh? I broke that. Is that why…
“Well, you won’t be surprised to hear that not everyone practices what they preach. There are good people in the Church, people I found who tested my anger, poked and prodded it. But no one ever really got to the center of it, and I don’t know if it was because I didn’t let them.
“I try to live these virtues. Be these virtues, as a Paladin should. Sotis, I worry I’m losing myself, and other tis I worry I’m not losing myself fast enough.”
I hugged Kartania a little harder, stopping when I heard tal creaking.
She grunted, but grinned uncharacteristically. “Thanks, Sis.”
“You’re welco. I’ll be wishing you the best with your trip. Hopefully, Yevon or soone else can stand behind your testimony and I won’t have a crusade against .”
“Hopefully.”
“And hopefully you’ll keep your title as Paladin,” I continued. “I can’t imagine Dhias is angry at you—I think you’re doing fine with those virtues. Though, perhaps you lean into Temperance a bit much. Though I’m a demon, so maybe don’t listen to my advice.”
“Compassion,” Kartania said slowly. “I struggle with Compassion. Why should I show it when so little has been shown to , when everything—almost everything—was taken from . It’s hard.”
“It is.” I tossed a little power into the fire, watching it blaze brighter. “But we’re trying our best.”
“I’m not—”
“You are. Your best isn’t so arbitrary, unachievable constant. It’s affected by pressures and worries and anxiety. You struggle, but you still try hard. That’s your best. And that’s fine.”
“When did you get so philosophical?”
“Two years stuck alone on an island to just think.” The quickness of my response surprised . “Also Abigail’s influence; I’m sure of that as well.” I placed a hand over my gem. “She’s with , part of in a way.”
“Your symbol looks like the amulet she gave you, plus a gem.”
“It is, I think.”
“Then… I should give you my present. It’s not as good, but I guess that’s acceptable.”
I blinked. “What?”
“The night of the fire. Rember? I told you to look forward to my birthday present for you. I’m about a decade late, but it’s your birthday in three weeks, and I’ll be in Ardath by then.”
My birthday in three weeks. I’d completely forgotten—I’d missed the anniversary of the fire probably in Gedon.
Kartania reached around to her armor’s straps. “Could you give a hand? It’s under my chestplate.”
“Oh… sure.” Numbly, I followed my sister’s directions, yet again glad I wasn’t missing two hands like so many people were. In monts, I’d loosened it enough for Kartania to slip a hand under it.
“Here,” she said, withdrawing her hand. “I… I’ve worn it ever since that night. I had it with , in a pocket and I rember the way it jingled when I was running.” She opened her hand, a new-looking leather strap trailing out from it. “You’ll want to get the strap replaced with a bigger one.”
“I’ll want to get it enchanted, so it never breaks.” I looked down. In Kartania’s hand was a dark, silvery tal flower, finely worked, and just a little lopsided. The center of the flower was a disc of so kind of mother-of-pearl, silvery and shining. The whole thing was perhaps three centiters across. Holding it up to the firelight, it looked a bit like iron, and more polished than I’d imagined. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
“Bourick helped make it. Well, he did almost all the work for the tal parts,” Kartania admitted. “I ca in on your days off instead of studying.”
“What’s the iron alloyed with?”
“Chromite,” Kartania answered. “Bourick had to use his magic to get the furnace hot enough. Apparently, mages in Ardath can make even larger pieces, and with better color and strength.”
“It’s…” I blinked away tears. “It’s perfect. Thank you, Tania. I’ll need to give Bourick my thanks when we get to Linthel.”
Tania smiled thinly. “Would that I could go with you. As it is, we’ll need to arrive separately. Though their influence has waned, there might be a church force waiting for you in the city.”
“Will they attack openly?”
Kartania shook her head. “They’ll decry your deeds, and build a case against you.”
“They’ll goad .”
“More or less.” She shrugged, then looked again at the flower. “I’m glad you like it, really. I never thought I’d get to hear your opinion on it. Your headstone never did say much.”
I chuckled despite myself. “I’d imagine.” I carefully pulled the necklace on—it barely had enough length to wiggle it down my horns, and it rested high, where my collarbones t and well above my symbol. “As soon as I can, I’ll get this enchanted—the strongest I possibly can. Because I don’t want to lock this away in a drawer—I want to wear it. And—” I looked over at Kartania, whose eyes seed a little brighter. “I’ll get sothing for you. If my birthday is in three weeks, that ans yours is half a year away. Twenty-three, right?”
“Right. Listen, Sister, you don’t have to get —”
“I want to. You deserve it, and I’m going to make sure we’re both still around then. If you get in any sort of trouble, if you can contact by any ans, I will fly across the world to get you out. And yes, I know you’re capable, and you won’t need rescuing. Doesn’t matter. I’m the big sister and I’m going to make this promise anyway.”
Kartania looked up at , growing smile interrupted by a snort. “So things about you haven’t changed, Renna.”
I, in a feat of effort befitting one of the strongest demons, restrained my urge to pout and whine. “So things haven’t, indeed.”
At that, Kartania laughed. “By Dhias, Sister, you should see your face!”
“What about it?”
“You looked like you were trying to hold in gas while being tickled, and with your face—snrk—”
I lost my sister to a fit of giggles. In that mont, I saw the younger her again, the her who hadn’t beco so worn down and cynical. My clawed fingers felt carefully, reverently over her birthday gift, almost a decade late, but ever-so on-ti.
Eventually, the laughter subsided. Conversation drifted through mories, and tals, lost and found family, never sticking overlong in one place. We retired late, each to our own tent, and sleep managed to find , the cold press of a tal flower just below my neck sohow comforting.
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