Page 70 of Silverbow
He gave a sigh. “There are things even the most skilled healers cannot undo. Death and dragonfire chief among them.”
Dragonfire. Enya mouthed the word as Colm moved back to tend the teapot. He patted the rock at his side in invitation. She shrugged out of her blanket, tearing her gaze away, and crossed the camp. Colm tended eggs purchased from a nearby farm over Aiden’s flame and dropped one onto a plate.
“What happened?” She asked, turning her gaze back to Bade.
“Eastwood.”
Enya stared at the spirit wielder. Ryland’s Rebellion was over two hundred years ago. They turned again and Oryn's back blocked her view. She found herself a little lost in the dips and swells.
Aiden gave her a wicked grin from where he lounged. “Enjoying the scenery?”
Enya felt her cheeks heat, but she was saved from answering by Colm. “You have to excuse my nephew, Miss Enya. He never was properly housetrained.”
She smiled into her tea. “So he is really your nephew, then?”
“Not by blood, but by bond.”
She was on the point of asking what he meant bybond, but the thought faded as she watched Bade fling Oryn onto the ground with athud. That looked…spectacular.
“Again,” the dark man growled.
Oryn was pushing himself up from the dirt, murder flashing across his face and they went back to their punching and blocking.
“When do they stop?” She whispered to Aiden.
“When one of them yields,” he said brightly. “Settle in, we might be here all day.”
They moved with such an unnatural lightness, she wondered how she had ever missed it, but the blows they landed struck with so much force, it made her flinch. Invested as she was in their sparring, she hardly realized that Colm kept tipping more food onto her plate until her stomach started to ache and she held up a hand for him to stop.
Oryn flipped Bade over his shoulder and onto his back in a blur of movement that Enya had difficultly seeing. The silver haired demi-elf reached down and wrenched the other man back to his feet.
“Done,” Bade spat, and Oryn melted back. “Aiden!”
The boyish demi-elf groaned. “Not today, Bade.”
“I want to learn.” It bubbled from Enya’s lips before she had time to think about what she was saying. Four pairs of eyes bored into her.
Bade shook his head. “Get up, boy.”
Aiden reclined back. “You ought to take the girl. She at least is a willing victim.”
“Enya-” Colm started.
“I want to learn,” she said again.
“Training with a demi-elf is not like training with a man,” Colm said slowly.
Aiden yawned and flashed Oryn a grin. “I’ll spar with her.”
“You’ll spar with me,” Bade growled.
“I was trained by a Master of Arms,” she said quickly. “I know the sword forms.”
“So go practice your sword forms,” he hissed.
“And then you’ll teach me?” She asked eagerly.
“You’re Oryn’s problem.”
