Wolf considered what he knew of that doomed expedition, which was very little since it happened before he was born. Unlike humans who seemed to be driven to chronicle out their life and make it public, elves kept such things private. Everything he knew about the oni and Onihida came from questioning his First Hand. He had selected Wraith Arrow and the others for their knowledge of the humans and Earth, not thinking he'd ever need their familiarity with the oni.
"So you've met him?" Wolf asked.
Wraith nodded. "They had tortured him, healed him, and then tortured him again. It broke his mind."
That was two hundred and fifty years ago. Had Forest Moss recovered?
It made Wolf wonder about Tinker and her time with the oni. What had they done to her to change her so much? Wolf felt a wave of sadness and anger. His domi had been so brave, trusting and strong.
Wraith continued his report. "Silver Vein did not look to Forest Moss. The Stone domou had a vanity Hand, which he lost. Last that I had heard, he had not gained another Hand."
"He's coming here without sekasha?"
Wraith nodded.
What game was this? Why include someone that lacked the most basic abilities of building a household? Did this mean that the Stone Clan didn't intent to create holdings in Pittsburgh?
"I'm not sure you should be trying to call the spell stones." Stormsong was the only one that actually voiced the doubt all of them were clearly thinking as they followed her through the enclave's enclosed gardens.
"I'm fine." She said for what seemed the millionth time in the last three days.
"You spent a month working around the clock," Stormsong started. "And you haven't-"
"Shhh!" Tinker silenced and worked to find her center. Getting her fingers into the full suit position took a moment of concentration. Bringing her hand to her mouth, she vocalized the trigger word. The magic spilled around her, pulsing with potential. Carefully, she shifted her fingers to the shield position and spoke the trigger. The magic wrapped around her, distorting the air.
"Yes!" Without thinking, she threw up her hands in jubilation and the shield vanished. "Oops!"
The sekasha were too polite to comment. Finding her center was harder while burning with embarrassment. Her heart still leapt up when she called up her shield but she managed not to move this time. She held it for several minutes and then practiced at looking around, and then moving, without forgetting to maintain her hand positions.
"Okay," Tinker said. "Can I talk? Can you hear me?"
Pony grinned at her. "We can hear you. As long as you don't have your hands near your mouth, you can talk - but it's not always wise."
She dismissed the magic. Only after the power drained completely away did she celebrate. Laughing, she hugged Pony. "I did it!"
He surprised her by hugging her tightly back. "Yes, you did."
The walkie-talkie chirped and Stormsong answered with a "Yes? It is nothing - she is only practicing."
Tinker grimaced. She forgot Windwolf would notice her tapping the spell stones. "That's Wolf Who Rules?"
"Yes, ze domi," Stormsong said.
"Sorry, Windwolf!" Tinker called. "But I did it! I called the shields!"
Stormsong listened for a moment and then said. "He says 'very good' and wants to know if you plan to continue practicing?"
"For a while." It occurred to her that the stones might only support one user. "That isn't a problem for him - is it?"
"No, domi." Pony answered the question. "Both of you can use the stones at the same time."
Stormsong listened and then said goodbye. "Wolf Who Rules merely wanted to be sure you were fine. Practice away, he said."
So she did until she momentarily forgot how to dispel the magic. When at last the magic washed away, Pony came and took her hands in his.
"Please, domi, go to bed. You can do more tomorrow."
Tinker woke from her nightmare to a dark bedroom. For a moment, she couldn't figure out where she was. She'd fallen asleep in so many places lately. She eyed the poster bed, wood paneling, and open window - oh yes-her bedroom at Poppymeadow. Even awake, her dreams crowded in on her. She put out a hand and found Windwolf's comforting warmth. It was all she needed to push away the darkest memories.
Sighing, she snuggled up to her husband. This is one of the unexpected joys of being married, her secret treasure. She had never realized how lonely she was at night. Back in her loft, any light noise had her out of bed, and once awake, she often found herself getting dressed and wandering out into the sleeping city, in search of something she'd couldn't name or identify. Before Windwolf, if asked, she would have said she was perfectly happy - but if she had been, how could she be so much happier now?
She was just noticing something hard digging into her side, when she realized it was Pony beside her, not Windwolf. While Pony wore his loose pajamas, he slept on top of the blankets beside her, instead of under them with her. It was his sheathed ejae beneath her - she'd rolled on top of it when she cuddled up to him.
"Pony?" She tugged the sword out from under her, dropped it behind him. His presence confused her.
"What is it, domi?" he asked sleepily.