17 I Know Your Heart Belongs to Another (1/2)

The shadows cleared leaving them back in his study, their half-eaten breakfast still on the table. Ilun looked up and sensing her fear jumped to attention growling softly. She reached her hand out and he came to her, pushing her hand deep into his fur, leaning his body against hers for support. The shadows came again surrounding them all, clearing and leaving them in a bedroom.

Ilun sniffed the air and stalked the space before returning to Isilla' side.

This must be his, she thought looking around. Dark wood, thick carpeting and bedspreads in deep blue.

”You'll be fine here, you can rest,” Arren said softly but the shadows swirled filling the room with darkness, everything about him, from his stance to his clipped words, tense.

He handed her book to her.

Why did that happen, she wrote.

He stopped to read her words and then turned to his drawers, pulling out a shirt, ”Here, cover yourself,” he said pushing the shirt into her hands. ”Did you see my father? In his dreams?”

She shook her head, holding the shirt that he had handed her in her shaking fingers. She looked up at him.

”Oh,” he muttered and turned.

She changed quickly, letting the jacket drop to the floor, replacing it with the off white shirt. It hung on her body, huge on her smaller frame.

Dressed she picked up her book and wrote, I don't think I saw him, I don't remember meeting anyone like that. People don't usually remember me, not really.

She tugged on his sleeve, pulling his attention back to her and what she had written.

”You have to be more careful here, Isilla,” he said, his voice hard. ”This isn't the Light Realm. It is dangerous. You can't just do as you please! If this had been another day you could very well have been executed for your own carelessness. This ability you have, you can't just use it! You don't understand this place!”