Fie Eoin Friday: Faye and Tarrin #6

Wisteria-covered Spear, the symbol of Kindra and Kaye. (Wisteria is Aleda's sacred flower)
Wisteria-covered Spear, the symbol of Kindra and Kaye. (Wisteria is Aleda’s sacred flower)

You can catch up on the story here.

After Alaric left Faye flew to the highest cave, one that hadn’t been cleaned and dried, and sat on the edge, looking out over the valley. She could see the ocean from this height, but Gaerlom was hidden behind the trees, which suited her just fine. Her only memories of Gaerlom were her father’s death and the night they ran from Coyle.

She wasn’t lying when she said she couldn’t remember playing with Tarrin. She remembered his name, but not the games they used to play. It didn’t matter – he was one of the People and they would never play again.

She feared she’d never play with Ali again, either. Not if he blamed her for his mother’s death.

Faye signed and slid off the cliff, catching an updraft and floating north along the wall. She turned inland and flew to the clearing to make sure Tarrin had gone. He had, but his footprints led in the wrong direction – toward the cliff to the south.

If Alaric found him there would be trouble, so Faye tracked him through the forest until she found Tarrin walking circles near the South River.

“I told you to go,” she said as she stepped out from the trees.

He jumped at her voice and spun to face her. His fingers were white-knuckled on his spear and she took a step back – she didn’t want to be within striking distance.

“Faye?”

“I told you to go.”

He lowered the spear. “I’m lost.”

She pointed east. “Those are the mountains.”

He looked that way with a frown. “How do you know? I only see trees.”

“I’m one of Mountain’s Children. I know where I live.”

He stared at her for a moment, then looked to the west, where Gaerlom would be. “There’s no path.”

Faye sighed again. The Children didn’t need to make paths along the ground when they could fly. “Why would there be a path? Walk through the trees.”

Tarrin didn’t move, or even look at her. After a long moment of silence he spoke. “My aunt will give birth soon. My mother says it will be a Changeling.”

“There are no Changelings.”

“If it is you’ll come to Gaerlom to get it, right?” He finally looked at her, and she took another step back.

“If she leaves it in the cove.”

He nodded. The way he stared at her wings made her uncomfortable in a way she hadn’t been since she first woke after Aleda’s death, guilt weighing her down. It made her feel like perhaps the Children were monsters, after all.

Finally Faye crossed the space between them and walked past him. She continued walking even as he asked where she was going, until she reached the river. “Follow this downstream. It will take you home.”

“Thank you.” He reached his hand to her, but she jumped into the trees, hovering just out of reach.

“Go,” she said, “and don’t ever return.” Before he could reply she flew away.

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Rebecca Enzor

Rebecca Enzor is a chemist in Charleston, SC who writes Young Adult and New Adult Fantasy and Magical Realism. Repped by Eric Smith of P.S. Literary.

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