A Lovely Reunion
Notes:
This chapter is shorter than I'd like it to be, but otherwise it would be ridiculously massive đ
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There was a hint of snow in the air that whistled around Arthamâs face and through his hair and wings, but he barely noticed it or the cold. He had one goal in mind: to find Janner before he did whatever he was planning on doing. Were the chances of something really horrifically dreadful happening very high? Possibly, and he had acted strangely over the past several days. Janner acting strangely plus his request to free Amrah plus his failure to appear at the Ball after Cerlon's birth was announced plus his failure to be anywhere sensible (not to mention Nia's unexpected panic) added up to far more of a risk than he was willing to take.
The only trouble was that he wasnât completely certain where exactly Janner and Amrah would be in relation to the forest, and the thought of checking multiple places only to not find them was a mistake he could not afford.Â
Well, you want to find them quickly, he thought to himself. Fly higher. Fly closer. Look from there.Â
Artham smiled, though it may have appeared as more of a grimace, considering how fearful he was for his nephewâs sake. He changed trajectory in the air and angled his wings differently to increase his altitude, flying in tight, steep circles, simultaneously moving toward the forest. It took him only a few moments to spot two person-shaped figures on the outskirts of the woods not too far outside Castle Rysen, and though it should have been two dark to see who they were, a golden light surrounded them, a strange golden light that played along the edges of his memory just out of reach.Â
Artham began a downward rapid spiral, halfway out of simple curiosity and halfway out of feeling that it was the two people whom he sought. And though it could have been anyone in Anniera, he felt it was Janner and Amrah. There was simply no other explanation.Â
As he drew nearer and nearer in continuing spirals, keeping the two figures in his line of sight as often as he could, his certainty mounted, even more so when he saw the slightly taller of the two figures turn tip their head up to look at him (clearly Jannerâs face, that much was obvious) and, after a brief stall shouted, âUncle Artham, what are you doing?â
Purposely descending as rapidly as possible so he could talk to his nephew face-to-face and briefly scold him first for terrifying him, second for terrifying Sara for a reason he didnât quite understand, and third for abandoning Kalmar when it came to the speech, Artham landed in front of them in a few seconds, sending up a spray of snow as he did so.Â
âIâm out here looking for you!â he retorted, hoping the scolding tone in his voice was obvious enough to the point at which Janner would get it but not feel like a terrible human being. And he planned on asking Janner about the glowing light in his hand, but that wasnât as important as other things. âSara and Nia are the most recent people who commissioned me to find you and they were absolutely frantic as they did soââ
Jannerâs face had gone white with horror as soon as Artham had said Saraâs name, but it wasnât until that point at which he interrupted him with, âOh, Maker help me, how did I not remember until now?!â
Artham blinked at him, once again confused. âJanner, what were you doing out here? You certainly werenâtâŠwell, sentencing Amrah to death or anything.â Amrahâs face blanched at the thought of that, and Artham couldnât help but actually notice her for the first time since landing. She wasâŠdifferent. Something had changed about her. She looked oddly younger, and her eyes were golden-brown, a lovely color, really. What had happened?
Staring back at his apparently very wrong assumption, Jannerâs mouth dropped open. âWhy would I do that?! The Maker told me to meld with her, not kill her! AndâŠoh, Saraâs going to be frantic.â
Artham wanted to comment saying that Janner looked frantic (sort of) and needed to calm down, but he was still stuck on what he had heard. âWait, the Maker told you to meld with Amrah?! What?â
There was a delay in between when he asked the question and when Janner actually answered, and in that time he saw frustration and worry flood over Janner's face.
âI-I-Iâm sorry, Uncle Artham," he finally stammered in response. "I canât explain it. CanâŠ.you walk Amrah back? Please? For chivalry?â
âFor goodness sake, Janner!â Amrah spoke up for the first time since Artham had arrived. He was a little surprised: she sounded genuinely nice, and her voice was a little like sweet bells, but not in an overly grating way. More of a gentle loveliness. âForget chivalry and go tell your wife youâre alright!â
Janner nodded, placed the glowing thing that was rock in Arthamâs hand, and, without a word, raced toward the castle, faster than anyone had ever seen him run in his entire life.
He kept looking after him though, switching his gaze between his retreating nephew and Amrah and the rock in his hand that could only be an ancient stone. âHe really melded with you?â he asked, still completely baffled.
She nodded.Â
âAnd you didnât ask it of him?â
Another nod.Â
âBut-but, why? And how?!â
Amrah smiled at him lightly, her eyes shining still. âI gave him the holorĂ© as proof that I had changed. I suppose he took that as a sign from the Maker that he was being asked to meld with me.
âI would never have asked,â she added softly. âPlease know that.â
âI believe you,â Artham breathed, looking down at the holorĂ©Â in astonishment. âIâm just still in awe over the fact that he was willing.âÂ
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Janner spent the entire (very brief) sprint to the castle inwardly slapping himself for not remembering that Sara had seen the glow of the holoré as he melded and had likely been utterly terrified since. How long had it been? Twenty minutes? Thirty? Less? More?
However long it had been, his sword sheath had repeatedly slapped his right thigh as punishment all the way to the castle. His cloak would have been threatening to choke him as punishment as well, but he had decided to undo the clasp and tuck it under his arm, clutching it as he ran. Yes, he could have simply let it sail onto the snowy ground for Artham to pick up, but that would have just been rude and inconsiderate even if it was more convenient.
Though his cloak had stopped choking him, his sword sheath had not stopped slapping him until he slowed down, right outside the gates so he could give a breathless greeting to the guards, then began again as he jogged to the doors, through the Throne Room, into the private sector, and up the stairs two at a time.
He walked to the room so he could catch his breath before actually seeing Sara and caught a glimpse of a coat rack he had never remembered being there before out of the corner of his eye. His cloak left hanging on the coat rack, and hurried over to his and Saraâs room, knocking in case she and Nia were doing something they would prefer to have privacy for (like praying). He made sure his knock sounded normal and not anywhere near urgent to make Sara panic as little as possible.Â
There was still an eruption of two frantic voices at the sound and when the door opened, Janner was surprised to see himself staring into the face of Doctor Jebsun.
âWell, good news,â he announced, actually sounding optimistic for once (Janner didnât even know if he could recall a single time when Jebsun had actually sounded optimistic). âHe is completely alive, looks nowhere near half-dead, and is itching to get into the room.â
âThen let him in!â came Saraâs desperate cry and Jebsun was stepping aside, Janner was running into to the room, Sara was flying into his arms, he was embracing her and lifting her off the ground, spinning her in a brief circle before putting her down again and hugging her even tighter, feeling her tears as she buried her face into his neck and shoulder.
Donât you ever do that to me again,â she whispered with a tremulous fierceness. âUnless the Maker tells you to. Oh, Maker, please donât tell him to,â she added, more tears spilling down her cheeks.Â
âI wonât,â he breathed, closing his eyes . âSara, I will do all that is in my power to never leave you again.â
They stood that way for a few more minutes before realizing Nia and Jebsun were still in the room. But almost before they had time to be embarrassed, Sara gasped, stared at him, and blurted out, âYour speech! Artham came up twenty minutes ago, saying Kalmar needed you to give your speech!â
It was a few moments before he gathered the words to reply. âOh, heâs going to be absolutely furious!â
âThen go!â Sara cried while muttering something about the fact that it was a miracle that his suit was unwrinkled and doing her best to straighten his likely very messy hair.Â
Janner hesitated, kissed her cheek one more time, and began running toward the Ballroom.
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Notes:
Last chapter and epilogue tomorrow! ^^
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But I like ridiculously massive chapters!!!
I half expected Janner to send Artham flying back to Sara as fast as he could possibly go to tell her he was okay without giving Artham any information at all. But Janner forgot that his wife was at home in agony, not knowing whether he was alive or dead? đ± I guess melding really did mess with his memories!
I'm sure if Sara and Nia were praying, they would have liked to set the answer to their prayer come barging in. And apparently they found Jebsun and told him the whole story.
Is the coat rack new?
Janner's still going to have a hard time giving that speech. Will Kalmar find out what happened before or after the speech?
Janner's suit may be unwrinkled, but we know it's wet because the snow was melting through his pants!