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The giving of souls, prt 2
Kilian’s hands tangled in Erionda’s hair as he leaned his forehead against his mate’s. “Rio…” Her name left his lips on a breathy whisper as he rubbed his thumbs in circles against her scalp. His head tilted slightly, just enough to give him access to her lips. A small, light kiss at first. Soft and loving it deepened the longer he lingered at her lips until he finally had to pull back away from her.
He had spent the better half of the night sitting up, thinking about the journey that he had to make the next day. Kilian had put it off long enough. It was finally time to head back to Soudul to turn in his orbs. He was loath to return to the leader of his race. Would have rather gone to someone else but was unsure he would be able to do so.
Kilian had packed up the orbs he would be taking with him; diabi, gaili, aiskala, peisio and firani. A nice variety that he thought showed off his ability to adapt with each battle he was placed in. “I’ll be back soon,” he said as he tugged Erionda into a tight hug. Finally, he forced himself to pull back away from her. He picked up the sack that held his five orbs and turned back to Erionda. “Stay safe while I’m gone.” Kilian placed two of his fingers under her chin and guided her forward as he leaned in for a brief kiss. His heart ached as he pulled away from her and he saw the worried look on her face.
As he turned to leave, Amadia bound out of the house, intent on following Kilian all the way to Soudul. “Sorry girl. You’ll have to stay put.” The snort that came out of Amadia was anything but happy. But Kilian… “No buts,” he said firmly as he crouched down and scratched behind her horns. “Watch over her, k?” Kilian patted Amdia on the head as he rose up and secured his gear to Erionda’s hastar. He pulled himself up onto its back and gave Erionda one last look before heading off into the desert and to the port.
The trip over the sandy expanse took vastly less time on the back of a Hastar than it did on foot. He was grateful for this as he pet the hastar before leaving it in a stable set up for travelers and boarded the ferry that would take him to his former home. Lost in thought, Kilian had to be jostled by a passerby before he realized that they were already on Soudul.
He took a deep breath as he stepped off of the ferry and into the throng of Oblivionites that seemed to gather around the port. He held the bag, holding the orbs, close to him and kept his head down. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized by someone. Least of all his father. Kilian wanted to get in and get out as quick as possible. The tug to return to Erionda and Amadia was great. He needed to get this over with fast.
It didn’t take much for Kilian to remember his way to Draco’s. It was as if the path was etched into his brain, impossible for him to forget. He thanked whoever or whatever was looking after him for the fact that he had not run into his family. He wasn’t sure what would have happened if he had. The anger towards his father was still too raw.
He knew the drill as soon as he stepped up to the guards at their stations. Kilian pulled both daggers out of their sheaths and handed them, hilt first, to the guards, eying them warily as one of them took his weapons and stored them away from other’s reach. Even in his older age, Kilian grew restless when he was forced to leave his weapons behind. Giving a curt nod to the guards he made his way inside the ornate building, quickly finding his way to the room he hadn’t stepped into since he was a young child.
The wooden door that had stood in his way so long ago now stood open, showing a slightly older looking Draco sitting behind a larger, more ornate desk. Kilian cleared his throat, not waiting for an invite into the room. “I’ve come to turn in my orbs.” His voice was short, to the point. No reason to sugar coat anything. “Do you accept them?”
Draco’s gaze shot up from what he had been focusing on as Kilian cleared his throat and stepped into the room. “Very rude of you to just step in without invitation.” Draco sneered as he placed his hands on his desk, spreading his fingers apart as he leaned forward.
“I am sorry, oh great leader. I am in a rush to get back to my mate.” Kilian’s voice was filled with a sarcastic tone at the first part but softened at the mention of Erionda. He quickly held the bag up as he stepped up to the leader’s desk. “My offering,” Kilian said as he gently turned the bag upside down and let the orbs roll out onto the leader’s desk.
As Draco’s gaze fell onto the diabi orb a small, dark smile crossed his face. “All very strong dragons. Different elements as well. This shows great strength. A pitty you’ve not chose to use them for more...conventional uses.” Kilian frowned at Draco’s words, his nerves jerking awake as Draco looked over the rest of the orbs laid out before him. “Yes, yes. These will do.” He waved his hand, effectively dismissing Kilian from his presence.
That’s all it took for Kilian, though. He quickly turned on his heels and fled the building, gratefully grabbing his weapons as he passed the guards. Kilian’s mind was one track at that point. Getting back to Erionda as soon as possible. He had no plans to return to the continent any time soon.