The Legend of the Lightscale: Book Two of The Scale Seekers by A.R. Cook

Author:A.R. Cook [Cook, A.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-28T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Designed Destiny

The cleric stepped quietly into the room, carrying a bowl of fresh rose water and a clean cloth. She glided over to the hammock, dampening the cloth as she approached. She removed the dried cloth on Clova’s forehead and replaced it with the new cold one. The Forest Hijn was burning up, her breathing uneasy as she lied in the hammock. The clerics had tried to make her as comfortable as possible, giving her the finest of their blankets and cushions to line her hanging bed. The medicines they gave her were easing the fever a little, but Clova’s ailment was mostly attributed to extreme fatigue. Rest was the best remedy for now.

Desert Rain was sitting on a mat beside the hammock. She had been well-tended to, the wounds on her arms and torso soothed in salves and wrapped in strips of cloth. She, too, was exhausted, but she had no desire to lie in her hammock in the adjoining room. She preferred to sit next to Clova, humming to calm her nerves. The elves brought her food and drink and offered her fresh salve and bandages every time they came by. The clerics may not have known what exactly had happened with the Zi’Gax, but Clova had told them in her moments of consciousness that Desert Rain had saved her life, and the clerics could not find enough ways to thank the desert hermit. They even gave her a beautiful pale-green tunic with a pressed-flower trim to replace Desert Rain’s shredded one. Desert Rain had never been given so much attention, and she wasn’t exactly comfortable with it, but she was glad that the ordeal in the woods was over.

Chiriku, who had been unconscious during the swordfight, couldn’t believe what she heard about Desert Rain slaying an alpha Zi’Gax. Gabriel confirmed the story for her, but the Quetzalin shook her head. As if Donkey Ears could take on anyone, let alone a goblin bounty hunter. Once she saw Desert Rain’s wounds, she changed her tune. She had to admit, Donkey Ears had guts, no doubt about that. If Chiriku had been awake at the time, she could have joined in on the fun and cracked open some skulls—maybe saved Desert Rain from a few of those gashes.

Mac, meanwhile, had already committed the story (at least mixing what he had heard from Clova and his own imaginative flair) to memory and was regaling the other guests of the sanctuary with the tale of Hijn heroism. He didn’t like to boast, but he had lended a hand in defeating the Zi’Gax—it had mostly been his plan, after all. He also didn’t mean to be a bother to Desert Rain, but he asked her if she wouldn’t mind saving her bandages when she replaced them with fresh ones—he bet he could get a coin or two selling “Bandages of Bravery” to a couple of the awestruck Syphurians.

Desert Rain crinkled her nose, thinking how gross that was.

She sat, deep in thought.

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