“Cor. What is this?” Standing in the hallway, she fixed her sternest gaze on her husband who was desperately trying to look innocent.
“What’s what, Avaena?”
“This! This tiny little scrap of frilly material. This that you laid on the bed!” She shook the bundle of bright gold fabric in her hand, eager to prove her point . . . whatever it was. “What do you mean, getting something like this?”
Her ever-smiling-husband shrugged, his trademark grin in place. “Thought it would look good to you.” His eyes flicked up and down her form appreciatively. “Yeah?”
Sighing, her temper deflating, Avaena turned and marched back to the bedroom. Looking at the three individual pieces, the woman could feel herself blushing. It was not what she normally wore, not by a long shot.
“He even got a headpiece. That man.” Sighing in exasperation again, the blue-eyed woman carefully dressed in the skirt and top. “Guess I should put on some leggings or something.” Digging through her things, she found an appropriate pair of stockings in a sheer white and completed the ensemble with a pair of heels.
Slipping on some gloves as she left the room, Avaena carefully made her way back out to Cor. True to form, he was sitting with an expectant expression on his adorable face. When he saw her, his eyes lit up, and Avaena couldn’t help but blush deeply.
“Well. Say something.” She muttered, holding her arms out to show him the full outfit.
Call it duty, call it servitude, she was bound by the ancient oath, the promise she willingly gave those eons ago. Rushing through the veil between worlds, landing with a graceful step before the man who summoned her, she waited for orders, head bowed, wings closed. He was upset she had taken so long to arrive, angry that she appeared to be resisting his summons. Silent under his tongue-lashing, her silver filled eyes closed, she waited. The summoner was old, his silver hair longer than even hers, and his beard had grown long in the years of his life. Still, she would wait at his pleasure.
“My lands are overrun. Do something about it!” he snapped at her, turning away, his long red coat swirling with his hair across the snow. Bowing her head lower, she spread her wings and took to the mortal sky. A brilliant glow of blue emanated from her staff, illuminating her white skin and hair, casting dark shadows on her wings. The magic would be sufficient to oust the trespassers. Rarely did she engage in battle, preferring to strike from the skies, often staying airborne for days at a time to fulfill the human’s wishes. So it was with surprise that she felt herself tugged earthwards by her master’s call.
In the past, he never changed his mind about the tasks he had set to her, had never called her back as she was fulfilling his wishes. With alarm, she closed her wings and dove back to the old man, the magic in her staff blazing hot along side her. As she neared the snowy ground, her calculating gaze took in the enemies that had surrounded the summoner. Reaching out with her staff, the summon swatted the men away, circling her master to keep to them away.
“Kill them, girl!” The old man shouted crossly, as though the bandits were no more than flies to be swatted. So be it. Landing, her black stocking feet sliding in the snow, the white and black summon wrapped her wings around her master and lifted her staff high. In a glowing aura, magic expanded in a sphere, then, in brilliant arcs of blue light, surrounded each attacking man, killing him on the spot. Stepping back from the old man, she bowed her head to him again, closing her wings.
“Hmph, be quick about it next time, girl.” He huffed in annoyance, turning away to walk towards his home. His own staff had fallen somewhere in the ice and snow, so he was limping slowly. Behind his back, she smiled, flipping the lost staff up with one toe. Moving up next to him, she held it out, head bowed.
Her master was silent a moment, then roughly took the staff. “Don’t make me walk so far without it. If you knew, you should have said something.” He barked crossly, continuing his walk, muttering angrily under his breath. Smiling again, she shadowed the old man home, then took to the sky to fulfill his wishes.