Let it Snow! Season's Readings for a Super-Cool Yule! by Red Tash

Author:Red Tash
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: young adult, xmas, anthology, hanukkah, horror, paranormal, collection, chanukah, fairy, holiday, christmas

"Rest, mage." Sayenne lay her hand gently on his chest. "Let me see what damage has been done."

Gandira chuckled. "My beautiful mirage, don't take this the wrong way, but I was hoping to have visions of my wife and son."

"I assure you, Gandira, I'm no mirage."

"Have you seen my son, Alturis?" Gandira said, his eyes wide.

"He is safe at home in front of the hearth," Sayenne said warmly.

"He was just here--he is always getting into things the moment you take your eyes off him." Gandira looked around wildly.

"Easy, mage, let me heal you--then I'll help you look for him."

Gandira slumped, mumbling his sons name as he fainted.

Sayenne moved confidently and efficiently as she wove a healing spell over him. "Two fractured ribs, a broken leg, one skull fracture, hypothermia...basically on death's door." She shook her head.

"Don't worry though, Gandira, you'll be home soon, your son sitting on your lap and your wife by your side. This much I promise you."

"Tell my wife that I love her," he whispered.

She scooped him into her arms. "You will have the chance soon enough. The world can't afford to have you die this close to home." She whispered to herself as she closed her eyes to concentrate.

Sayenne's eyes fluttered open, her shoulders slumping forward as weariness washed over her. She glanced down and was relieved that the color had returned to Gandira's face.

Placing her hand on his forehead she nodded in satisfaction. His fever had broken, as well.

She stretched, arching her lovely back to get her blood flowing again. The healing had taken much out of her.

Sayenne rummaged through her small pack and produced a tin cup. She quickly filled it with the snow, then blew into it until it began to steam. She leaned against a tree--even this trivial use of magic had left her light-headed.

She removed a small pouch from the folds of her clothes and dumped it in, stirring it quickly with her index finger and took a long drink. Sayenne closed her eyes and let the warm tea rejuvenate her.

"I should be dead," Gandira mumbled groggily.

"The worst of it is over. The internal bleeding and the head wound are healed, and as soon as I catch my breath I'll fix that leg of yours." Sayenne yawned as she knelt beside him, offering him the cup.

"'Thank you' seems so inadequate." Gandira propped himself up on his elbows and carefully sipped the hot tea. "Yet that is all I seem to have offer you at the moment. Traveler, I am Magus Gandira, and you are...?"

"My name is Sayenne, and you are welcome Magus Gandira." Sayenne bowed her head slightly. "I am curious what were you doing out here."

"In hindsight I suppose it was foolish, but I wanted to be home on the Solstice." Gandira looked sheepishly into the horizon. "I have a son."

"Yes, Alturis." Sayenne smiled. "You have mentioned him once or twice."

"I have?" Gandira looked mildly surprised. "I was rushing home and I almost made it with time to spare, but then the snow pack gave way and.

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