CRASH!
A plate landed on the floor of the kitchen floor, Makala quickly looked over at Faye who looked out the window. The vampire ran up to her wife, kneeling to pick up the plate. She looked up at the priestess.
"Faye?"
Faye looked from the window to Makala, unable to speak. She licked her lips and leaned on the sink.
"Faye!"
"I think...I think something is happening in Groken," the priestess exclaimed.
Makala stepped back, confused. "You mean, that pixie place in Canas?" Faye nodded her head. The needles appeared in her hands and Makala instantly jumped on her. "No!"
"What!" Faye said, stepping back away from Makala.
"I'm sick of you going off on your adventures without me. Leaving me here all by myself. I'm pregnant, you know." Faye looked at wife and then walked to her, her needles disappearing as she hugged the woman. Makala pushed away from Faye. "I feel so emotional," she whispered.
"Well, you're pregnant," Faye laughed, Makala slapped her upside the arm.
They became quiet, holding onto one another. It was like they were dancing in the middle of the kitchen. Makala loved Faye so much, everyday was a blessing for her.
Faye led Makala to the couch and the two sat down. Faye placed her hand on Makala's stomach. Makala grasped the darker hand, and brought it to her lips.
"Please, just let them fight for themselves," Makala whispered.
That Groken tree was so important though and Faye knew that. The magae in that tree was-was difficult to explain, a power the pixies knew how to control.
"Where is Tany?" Faye asked.
Makala shook Faye's hand, irritated, but at least she wasn't asking about that skank Abigal.
Faye's fingers tensed against Makala's palm. Her gaze drifted past Makala's shoulder, back toward the kitchen window where the first unnatural glow had pulsed, a sickly, bruised-green light that seemed to throb against the twilight.
Makala inhaled sharply, her own senses prickling with a cold dread that had nothing to do with hormones. Faye's stillness was absolute, predatory; her priestess senses weren't just observing Groken's distress, they were *tasting* the unraveling threads of magae bleeding into their world. Her needles...her needles would be needed to thread the strings of magae.
The sky deepened from bruised twilight to an unsettling, ink-black void punctuated by erratic flares, like distant explosions muffled by thick wool. The silence wasn't peaceful; it was the breathless hush before a scream.
"That's some dark energy," Makala whispered.
"You feel that?"
Makala nodded her head at Faye.
Sous stood outside bundled up; her three kids carrying the large fish to the shed as well as the elk. She looked up at the sky and saw the green light, the darkness covering the sky. Sous shook her head while Kara walked up to her.
Kara stood side by side looking up at the sky as well. "Your ex girlfriend really is into the dark arts, ugh?"
"Fuck, Tany," Sous moaned. She walked back toward the house as their three kids ran inside of the house giggling, completely oblivious.
"Do you know what that magae is?" Kara asked. Sous shook her head, all she could think about was how strong it was, not where it came from, who owned it.
Kara walked toward the coast, staring at the lights that came from the north. Beautiful lights, gleaming in the dark sky, the way they flowed and moved, it was gorgeous.
Sous grabbed Kara by the shoulder and pulled her away from her thoughts. She looked at Sous, then back to the lights. Sous gestured toward the door and Kara nodded her head then followed Sous inside. Sous pointed toward Kara's boots and Kara kicked them off, leaving them at the door before she went inside.
"Those lights come from the Groken tree," Kara said going into the kitchen. "The pixies have a significant hold on that tree and that tree on them. Something must have happened and I know your ex girlfriend had something to do with it. I can sense her very easily now," Kara said.
The two walked to their bedroom once the night wore on and it was time to lay it down. While Sous sat on the edge of the bed, parchment popped up in front of her face.
She snatched it, immediately seeing it was from Faye.
"What does it say?" Kara asked, leaning over in the nude.
"Threads are being broken," Sous answered. "I don't know a whole lot about threads," Sous admitted. "Well, I know regarding the spirits but...this seems different..."
Sous placed the letter down and pulled the covers over her, she leaned back, thinking. She sighed, thinking about what was to come. A battle. A battle Sous was not ecstatic for. To fight, ugh!
Kara laid beside Sous, her arm wrapped around Sous. Kara kissed Sous' shoulder blade and Sous turned to face her wife.
Sous whispered softly, "I love you."
Kara smiled, her eyes drifting shut as she nestled closer.
Sous shifted, pulling Kara deeper into the cradle of her arms. Her fingers traced the stark, beautiful lines of Kara's shoulder blades, the parchment from Faye lay crumpled on the bedside table, its dire warning momentarily forgotten.
Kara inhaled sharply, a soft sigh escaping as Sous' thumb brushed the delicate hollow below her ear. The world outside pulsed with sickly green light, casting long, wavering light patterns across their bed, but here, beneath the worn quilt, Sous focused on the heat radiating from Kara's skin, the frantic flutter of her pulse against Sous' lips.
Kara arched, pressing closer, seeking anchor against the silent storm brewing beyond their cottage walls. Sous' hand slid lower, tracing the curve of Kara's spine, feeling the tension melt under her touch, replaced by a trembling urgency.
Kara tangled her fingers in Sous' sleep-tousled hair, pulling her mouth down, a silent plea answered with bruising intensity. The quilt shifted, pooling around their hips as skin met skin.
Fingertips brushed, lingered, ignited trails of fire across familiar terrain. The air thickened, charged not with magae, butwith an intimacy fierce enough to eclipse the unnatural twilight outside. Kara's leg hooked over Sous' hip, pressing impossibly closer.