Page 55 of Gift from the Source
My mind is blown.
Just when I always think shit can’t get crazier, it does. At least this time, in my opinion, it was a good kinda crazy.
I’m still whirling over what just happened as I walk around the small tree line of Willow’s mom’s cottage by myself. It obviously had to do with the three generations’ worth of blood being poured into the ground, but still, this is amazing.
I’ve never seen the land flourish like it did just then. Even on Tillman’s best days, he’s never created new colors before. I’m not trying to demean him by saying that. I just can’t wrap my head around this. The leaves themselves have a small vibration of power that my dragon can feel, and he purrs low as I roll one between my fingers.
It’s electrifying.
You know what else was electrifying? Elementra giving me a hug.
Knew I was one of her favorites.
I know the other guys got hugs too, but I doubt they’re as ecstatic about it as me.
All this power in the air, though, has my skin itching with the need to fly. My dragon is riding my ass to get some of this energy out, but that’sa no-go for now. So I’ve resorted to pacing around while the other guys easily jumped right into ‘finish the plans for today’ mode.
They’re still circled up over there, nailing down the details for us to get Carrington to the academy. I don’t think Dec and Xander will be willing to leave him, even at the academy. I’m pretty sure their whole Nexus will be moving.
My eyes follow the sound of Keeper and Gas-man laughing at something my little wanderer said to Tanith, Oakly, and Aria, and my chest clenches. Both in happiness and sadness for her.
It’s another confusing concoction.
After what just happened, I couldn’t find the right words to say, so I just lavished her in kisses, purrs, and pounded my bond with my unconditional love for her.
I thought my heart was going to stop watching what Uncle Oreo went through, but at the same time, fuck, I was so proud of him. I don’t think proud is really the right word. Maybe in awe. I don’t know. But to make those kinds of sacrifices for the people you love, lay so many damn pieces in place for things that are still years in the making.
It takes a level of intelligence and patience I’ll never have.
He’s the most badass person I know. Well, other than Willow.
Speaking of…
When we crossed through her portal—fuck, that felt amazing—and she didn’t come out after Tillman, I thought I was going to explode. If my little friend here didn’t warn me there was no danger and she needed to do what she was doing, I definitely, by accident, would’ve burned the forest down.
I was hesitant to listen to him, but my dragon was A-okay. I guess he just knows when there’s a creature of equal footing with him and far fucking wiser, we should listen.
“Most dragons I know do not think such scrambled thoughts all the time,”my friend, who’s yet to tell me his name, chimes in.
“I only know two dragons and they don’t mind it. Well, only one can actually read my thoughts. How is it you can, and you won’t stop doing it?”
“I am waiting foryou to think something worth my while. The way your thoughts just travel across your mind with no regard is exhausting. But you have potential. I’m patiently waiting for you to ask the right questions so I can help.”
“First, you didn’t even answer my question. Second, why are all you creatures so damn mean?”I ask as my gaze moves fully to Tanith.
That dragon can surely be mean.
Also, I ignore anything else he said. Purposely.
“We aren’t mean, but once you live as long as we do, you earn the right to say whatever it is you want.”
I’m not sure age has much to do with it. Caspian kinda does that now to everyone. Whatever comes to his mind, he says. I at least try to keep what I want to say confined in my mind.
Except when I want to get Willow all hot and bothered.
“You okay?” As though my thought alone spoke him into existence, Cas asks, scaring me as he shadows out beside me.
“A little warning. I swear you’re quieter now than you’ve ever been,” I growl, rubbing my chest.
