Firestone (A Tale of the Eternal Stones Book 1) by Ryan Carriere

Author:Ryan Carriere [Carriere, Ryan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ryan Carriere
Published: 2019-08-25T16:00:00+00:00

SEPHONEI

Pery

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he moon was high in the sky, and the humid air felt brisk. The rustling leaves of the tree tunnel sang the tune of the night breeze. Sephonei, Ku-aya, and Semessa walked the path back to the outpost ahead of the others. Shantae and Abil struggled to tow the peryton back to the outpost; it mewed and bucked at its captors, throwing them at will as they secured it with rope. The creature stood several heads taller and a body wider than them, using all its power to attempt escape, as they struggled to lead it.

Ku-aya walked in silence for a few minutes as she wrung at her glove, then she spoke. “So, what happened back there? I guess that was your ability?”

Sephonei nodded and detailed what had happened when they were bewitched. She recalled how the poison flask had caught her eye and how she had lost sight of it and thrown the “petrify” flask instead.

Semessa jolted. “Eish! That was an accident?”

Ku-aya let out a hard breath. “That was lucky. What if you’d grabbed an explosion oil or some other oil you didn’t know the effects of? That was kinda reckless.”

Semessa cut in and winked at Sephonei. “The whole operation was kind of reckless. I am glad for your young apprentice’s luck.”

Sephonei read Semessa’s aura; greens and blues played with oranges in circular patterns. Semessa was being kind and honest—her aura spoke to Sephonei of honesty and pride but also of sadness and longing. She felt good, knowing Semessa was on her side—but she knew that, like herself, the sebtaurs were being used by the Order.

Ku-aya cut in. “So, this music of yours—how’s it work? Can you control it?”

Sephonei thought about it long before she answered. “No, I don’t know much about it, other than when I play my lute, it charms whoever is listening to it.”

Semessa stroked her chin as she walked, and without looking at Sephonei she asked, “Does it happen when you sing, or is it the lute?”

“It started when I found the lute,” Sephonei said.

Behind them, the peryton mewed and bucked and was getting more and more agitated. The colors of its aura were flush with emotion.

From what Sephonei could decipher so far, blues were sadness or tiredness or maybe boredom, she wasn’t sure. Green definitely meant happiness and focus. Yellow was either frustration, worry, or some form of excitement or loss of control. Red was anger, fear, or some extreme heightened emotion. She hadn’t quite figured out what purple was. The saturated colors that she had only seen surrounding the mystical creatures, the colors she didn’t recognize, she could only guess at. She suspected they had something to do with being mystical. Abil’s and Sin’s gray auras mystified her as well, while her music’s rainbow aura apparently mystified others.

Anger and resentment were the strongest in the peryton’s aura, but another one caught Sephonei by surprise. She couldn’t be sure, but it was like the peryton was offended. Sephonei thought about it; she would be offended too, if she had ropes strapped around her neck.

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