Partner

The last bit made me giggle.

I'm now looking for a Beta for Bond Mate. So if anyone's interested, my email's in the profile and give me a shout. Bond Mates is the one with dragons... And will be going up on the site, I'd just rather have a beta for that.

So I wrote a bit for Bond Mates rather than writing this one which is okay, as this one turned out better with the time to think and write.

Mezzer? Said that my notes must be extensive. Actually *pokes fingers together* for this story they are not. I have no notes. I have notes on the people, the culture, the history. I could tell you all about the Lines, especially about the Blood Line that wrote the Blood Bible and all that stuff. But I don't have notes on the plot. Hence why every once in a while I ask you all if you could find a bit of information for me concerning this or that or the other thing. Once in a while.

I probably could have taken this post to answer another one or two of Mezzer's questions, but I forgot they had questions until just now. Go me. Ah well.

Read, Review and Enjoy.




“Now. Today we are going to discuss Sidhe children,” Elsa had found a whiteboard somewhere and several markers, “would anyone like to begin.”

She looked around the room.

Taln, Edno, Koln and Mik were all sitting together, their Sidhe sitting behind them. Essuan scoffed when Elsa looked in her direction. Souse let out a growl when Elsa’s eyes fell on Edno. Lillow reached over Taln’s shoulder and flipped the woman off. Elsa skipped over Mik, literally looking over Mik and Paw, skipping straight to Violet.

“No with the stupid,” Paw said loudly, “no speak of gender. It, Sidhe permit peoples call baby. Babe. Child. Baby. Little one. Young one.”

“Well it must have a name,” Elsa responded.

“No. No name,” Paw said in a tone that made the other Sidhe shift uncomfortably, “No name, never a name, never ever.”

“Tone is not necessary.”

“In this, yes, it is,” one of the partners from across the room responded, “Paw’s never used that tone on any of us. Therefore. It’s important. The Sidhe don’t like using tones on us, any more than the higher partners like using tones with the Sidhe.”

“Thus it is important, alright then,” Elsa murmured.

Paw leaned over and placed his chin on Mik’s shoulder, “woman stupid. Or bad of hearing. Or playing us. Most likely last one. But Sidhe no like way she talk like we not matter. Make her stop.”

Paw had spoken loud enough for the whole class to hear and watched as Elsa moved from her spot, to the board to jot something down and back to her spot. The woman moved stiffly, obviously aware that she was being watched the entire time.

“I can’t, Paw, she doesn’t listen to me.”

“Why not?”

“She doesn’t care what I think. Says that I obviously have no problem connecting with Sidhe and so I should shut up and let others learn.”

Paw let out a whooping laugh, “Mik know nothing of Sidhe!”

“I know more than the others.”

“To skim the surface of a mind is not to know the mind, but to taste its sweet waters. The man who claims to know a river, to capture a river, by sipping from its waters is a fool and would never be able to comprehend the greatness of such a mass,” Paw responded.

“Well-” Elsa started.

“For the river cares not who sups of it,” Lillow said, leaning over Taln’s shoulder to hug the young man, “and will carry off any man who wades too deeply into it. As deep as the deepest river goes, is as shallow as the shallowest man’s mind. If one cannot comprehend the deepest river, however could one understand the mind of another? To express the belief that another man can comprehend the whole of the deepest river when what he needs to understand is the deepest mind the gods have created is beyond ignorance. It proves the existence of too much scientific mind, the assumption that understanding can be found through nothing more than the glancing upon of a creature.”

“What are you…”

“But I think that the very essence of people is not that they believe that one man could see another’s mind, but the fact that they could believe so profoundly in their own abilities,” Souse murmured, “that it gives to them, not the possession of intelligence but the capability of becoming so much better. They may not be able to understand another’s mind, they may not be capable of delving into the mind. What they lack is not the desire, not the possibility, but the power needed to ensure the proper use of what they want.”

Lillow and Paw both turned towards Souse. The male blinked back at them.

“Were we not taking up the old debate?” Souse murmured.

“They were both talking about rivers,” Mik responded to Souse, “I think they were quoting something.”

“Ayato DeAniege,” Paw murmured, “when the people moved to burn him at the stake for using powers that we attribute to Whisper.”

“They burned him and killed him,” Lillow murmured, “and the people were satisfied that they had done the right thing. But they killed the man who tried to help them.”

“Which means what?” Elsa muttered.

“Even the best intentions of all the people in the world, mean the destruction of someone else, of something else,” Paw murmured, “You can never understand the fuller picture and you think you have glimpsed it by watching tapes? By studying what Mik has done with us? Please. What makes you so much more special than Mik here? What makes you think he can know the mind of a Sidhe when he is incapable of knowing his own mind?”

“You don’t have to be rude about it.”

Lillow sighed and looked at Paw, “write with people marks, up on board.”

“No,” Paw sat back in his chair and folded his arms in a huff, “anyone who tries to name Essuan’s children gets hurt. Any who disobey other rules, gets hurt. Piss on all of you. Paw not speaking no more.”

“Well, that’s very immature, Paw,” Elsa responded.

“People immature,” Paw responded out the corner of his mouth, “want rules stated and then not listen to rules when rules stated.”

“Paw,” Mik turned a bit in his seat to face the Sidhe, “bad enough we’re on unstable ground with the tribe, could we maybe be on good terms with someone?”

“Pair, couple,” Paw made a motion between the two of them, “on good grounds with each other. Not matter if rest of world like us. Good with each other.”

“And how will we live? When we are caught between the lines of the people and the lines of the Sidhe? Shall we join hands and the gods will protect us from the nuclear weapons and the claws and the teeth? Who will hold your hand when I pass, or help us raise Lillow? Who will Lillow pair with, if no one but us likes us? Is if fair for her to have no one to love because neither people nor Sidhe can accept us?”

“Mik…” Paw leaned forward and for a moment Mik worried that perhaps he had said too much, “why people call Mik stupid?”

Someone else spoke Mik’s mind, “that was smart?” a partner from across the room asked.

The partner’s Sidhe immediately cuffed the man upside the head. Lillow and Paw both glared at the man.

“Alright, we’ve gotten off the topic.”

“Ehm,” Souse stood, looking rather uncomfortable as everyone turned towards the leader. Essuan jabbed the male in the leg when he didn’t start talking right away, “Essuan would like me to ask if you all know what she tried to do to me the other night.”

“Yes,” Koln responded, “I made certain that all of the partners heard about it.”

“Good. She would also like me to point out that what she did to me will be nothing,” Souse hissed as Essuan pinched his hip, “That anyone who calls a child anything other than an improper noun for a child or as it, will be torn bit by bit.” Essuan jabbed her mate in the hip again, Souse sighed out, “meaning she will pull your fingernails out, then strip off the skin of your fingers layer by layer and chew the flesh from the bones before breaking each individual bone and tearing them from their joints. And. She will do the same for the rest of you. Except for your eyes, those she will eat once you are dead and she has defecated in your corpse.”

“In, don’t you mean on?” someone muttered.

“No,” Souse muttered, gulping and then saying, “she specifically said in your body.”

“Aren’t healers supposed to be pacifists?” Elsa asked.

“…” Mik made a face at the woman, “where the hell have you been? Any healer in any show is all, ‘if you tear your stitches, you best hope it kills you because I’ll tear your intestines out and strangle you with them’ and Essuan’s all, ‘you’re a fucking idiot for hurting yourself and why the hell should I bother healing you if you just hurt yourself, you fucking moron?’ Of course I’m add-libbing because she doesn’t exactly … say that.”

“Pretty close,” Paw muttered, “Paw hungry. Can we eat now?”

“Yes!” Mari stood from her place across the room, “that is a very good idea, why don’t we feed the Sidhe and discuss the punishments we will lay on a person should they disobey Essuan.”

“She’s being serious,” Souse said, pointing to Essuan, “she’ll kill whoever-”

“Lunch,” Mari said, raising her voice over Souses and making a motion towards the door, “come on all, time to eat.”


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