Monday, December 12, 2011
Chapter 45: A Complicated Glamour
"That was my great-grandson," Aymeri remarks to Ico when the young man moves off to the dance floor after a brief conversation, "He's the image of my son. He's even named after him."
"I could lift the glamour enough for him to recognize you," Ico offers, "So you might speak to him as his kin."
Aymeri shakes his head, "He wouldn't recognize me even without the glamour. My descendants all believe me long dead. If I am anything to him, it's just a name."
"But you are immortal. How do your kin believe you dead?"
"Only one of our four children was ever told about my true nature," Aymeri explains, "Our daughter Tearney, because she was a dragon herself. The others...we decided it was better that they didn't know."
"Four children?" Ico asks, her brows knitted, "You overcame your grief over our daughter's fate quickly, then."
Aymeri takes a deep breath, "Oh, aye, I threw myself right back into battle, Ico. I wanted vengeance and I sought my own glorious death. Vengeance I got, in battle after battle, but it did my heart no good, knowing the enemy were just like Lusinea, sick, polluted, no longer who they were once were. And my own death continued to elude me, no matter how recklessly I fought. When Tania brought Thierry Tricou to me and asked me to make him a warrior, I believed I would finally meet my end fighting beside this untrained halfling. He trusted me, and spoke to me often of the wife and children he had to leave behind, and his deep regret at not being with them. He never wanted any part of the fae, and was made to fight a war he had no stake in because of a deal he made with Tania. Despite that, he gave himself to our cause, fought as though it was his own home he was defending. He shamed me, and gave me the will to carry on the fight, even though my daughter was lost to it, and I had lost you."
"It was his daughter you married," Ico says, her eyes lowered and her voice soft.
"Allyriane," Aymeri sighs, wistfully, "Her father sent me to bring her a gift. By then, he had risen to the highest ranks and could not get away from the fighting as easily as I could. She was so pure, so earnest. And she loved me with that bright, human intensity. She made me whole again. For a time at least."
"Not here," he says, wiping her tear way with an affectionate caress, "You have a complicated glamour to maintain. This is a conversation for another time."
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