Chapter Fifty-Four: Flowers

Chapter Fifty-Four: Flowers

Val awoke the next day. Tom had taken the other sick bed next to her, unused currently, but he was up and about by the time his mother popped in to see her in the morning.

He waited, anxiously perched on the edge of the bed while his mother checked her over. She placed her hands gently on Vals stomach. For minutes, nothing happened, the colour in her cheeks just gradually increasing as it had each time before. Then, suddenly, her eyelids flickered, and she slowly came to.

Val looked around the room through bleary eyes, then belatedly drew in a sharp gasp.

Where am I? Whats happened?

Its okay, Miss Carver. Im Marget Cutter, a Healer. Youre in Corins Grove. Youre safe.

Corins Grove? They dont have a Healer. Wait Cutter? Youre Tom! Youre okay! Thank Goddess. Whoa there! Smitten had wriggled past his mother and was snuffling at her face, licking it all over. Scorn had been curled up on her pillow, directly beside her head, and was licking her face too. He was purring so loudly that it filled the room.New novel chapters are published on

Tom beamed at her. She really was going to be okay. His mother gave him a smile.

Youre okay, Val. Youre safe now. I was worried for you for a while there, Tom said.

Val regained some breathing room, both her hands occupied scratching her familiars, which was the only way theyd stop licking her face. She seemed just about to speak, and got cut off by a plaintive little roar from the small window across from her bed. Sesames big head was framed in it, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth in a happy grin.

Youll get your chance at me later, you big lump, she said to him. How did we make it back? Was it bad?

Tom had run over this conversation several times in his head. Honeyfield cut you. I finished him. We brought you back on a litter with Sesame. Smitten kept you alive til we got here, he summed up.

Val collapsed weakly back onto her pillows. How long? Thats almost two weeks Goddess, Tom, how did you win?

Sweet Suffering, he said. He didnt want to elaborate further in front of his mother. It felt wrong to discuss a life and death fight hed been in in front of her. Hed rather that she worry as little as possible.

Val rolled the information around in her head for a moment. Thank you, Tom, she said, quietly. You saved me.

He saw tears gathering in Vals eyes, and he felt a sudden, overpowering affection for this woman who had taught him so much. She had taken him in and shown him an entirely new life, looked after him, been kind to him. It was the least he could do.

I guess were even now, more or less, he said with a smile.

She barked a laugh, which set her to coughing. True that. Lets try and avoid having to drag each other out of the Deep again, though, shall we? she said, when she had cleared her throat.

Deal, he agreed. He fished around for more words. I gave the heads to Dale and the Mayor. Theyve sent word to Wayrest. We did it, Val.

It took a second before comprehension dawned. Their initial goal wasnt the first thing on her mind, after everything that had occurred.

Good! Good. Ill need to talk to them, sooner rather than later. Ahh, Marget, do you think you could send for them?

I do, said his mother, from where she had retreated to give them space for their conversation. Ill fetch them right now. Dont get up, though. Youre not well enough yet. And dont be talking to them for hours. Youll be fine, come a few days, but until then, you do as I say. Clear?

Yes, maam, Val said, without a hint of condescension. His mother eyed her for a few moments, then walked out to get Dale and Corin. Tom and Val sat in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each others company.

I havent talked about the Hunters yet. I thought it would be best if it came from you, he told her.

Okay. Ill let Dale and the Mayor know when they come. Damned if Ill let those bastards try and take the city now. Fucking Honeyfield, she said, with real venom.

It was one of the few times he had ever heard Val curse so strongly. It shocked him, like seeing a brutal assault in broad daylight. Tom wasnt quite sure how to act.

Well, hes dead now.

We can only hope the Lord and the rest of him go the same way soon.

They sat in silence again. Tom was glad to see her awake and recovering, the feeling of relief and happiness was stronger than any Thought-Painting frog poison.

Eventually, they heard several pairs of footsteps returning. Val patted Toms hand.

Ive got this, she said. Go help the Guards. Im sure theyve got plenty to do, with the news we brought.

She cut him off when he opened his mouth. Im not going anywhere. Ill see you this evening. Theres work to be done. A hint of her usual sternness returning. Thank you, again, Tom, she finished, softer.

He gave her a smile and left, giving a brief greeting to Dale and Corin as they were led in by his mother. Neither looked like theyd gotten any sleep. Corin looked frazzled, and Dale stony.

Is there any prep I can help with while Val recovers? he asked Dale.

Goddess, is there what. Go find Miss Raventos, shes inspecting the walls and ditches out past the orchards. Shell thank you for the help.

Id be lucky, he thought to himself, but he thanked Dale and stepped outside. Sesame came rumbling around the corner of the cottage, nuzzling at his hands. Together they made for the path out of the village. Hed start there, at the outer defences, and look for Rosa.

Tom wandered down the path to the Deep, between the orchards, revelling in the safety, the relief of Val being okay, the simple joys that came with springtime. The air was warm, with a balmy breeze, and the sweet scent of blossoming fruit trees filled the air.

Suddenly, he felt warm. Too warm. He didnt know what to do with himself. His mind skittered about, then latched onto something she said.

He reached into his inventory, and pulled out several objects, shielding them with his hands. Rosa sat back just slightly. Tom read slight, surprised tension in her posture.

I actually did get you something. Its nothing, really, just something you said. I thought you might like it.

He produced a small, vibrant flower. It had long, thin, delicate petals which curled backwards at their apex, red as blood, with a single streak of violent pink running down the centre of each one. Stamen and stigma, both in bright, purest white, nestled in its centre.

Rosa gasped softly. Is that?!

A Lily of the Hearth. Here, he said, offering it to her carefully.

Hunter-Gatherer had picked it up at some point, he wasnt sure exactly when. Near the orc encampment, he thought. It was a natural treasure, and the only true one he had seen in his time in the Deep. They were that rare. At the Academy, they were made to study the ones that were known to be found occasionally in the Deep, in case someone happened across one on a Reaping.

Natural treasures, when consumed, or absorbed, or whatever the method for the particular treasure may be, gave a small but permanent boost to Idealists. Some increased a physical attribute. Others increased an Idealists total mana, or health. Ones like the Lily of the Hearth permanently increased ones affinity with an element. It was useless for anyone without a Fire or Heat-adjacent Ideal.

Rosa stared at him with her big, dark eyes.

It is too much. Thank you, Tom.

He shrugged, feeling incredibly awkward. Rosa placed the delicate flower gently on the rock beside them. She turned back to him.

Thats not all. I brought these for you, too. He handed her five small, white essence stones.

Speed essence! Rosa practically screamed.

I have some more smoke essence, too, if you need. We had lots

But Rosa was no longer listening. She was rolling up one side of her trousers, exposing a long, toned leg, with a tattoo running down it. It was hard to describe. It made Tom think of a great mass of animals, all overlapping, moving with great speed, and yet individually indistinct. He was struggling to make out many details, and her smooth, olive skin was distracting him.

She slapped the essences to her tattoo, and they disappeared with a small flash of red and black light.

She paused, her eyes moving as she read her wisp. Fucking, fuck yes! Fucking finally!

There was a pop of displaced air, and suddenly, a horse was standing beside their rock.

It was tall and imperious looking, with long, graceful legs. Not bulky like the horses used by the one cavalry unit in the Guard, or stocky, like the ones merchants used to travel down the great trade roads. It was a dark, ashen grey all over, not speckled even slightly, with a mane and tail in silky, midnight black.

It looked like a shadow. Like smoke.

It looked like it could run.

Rosa let out a high-pitched, absolutely incomprehensible squeal of delight. She threw herself at her familiars neck, hugging it so hard Tom thought it might choke. He grinned. Her joy was so pure it was infectious.

She leapt up onto the fieldstone, pirouetted, and then vaulted smoothly onto the horses back. Tom couldnt help but marvel at her casual gracefulness. She made him feel awkward and slow.

She took a double handful of her familiars mane, and then they were off. The horse flowed like a forest fire down the rows, smooth as smoke. Tom laughed as Rosa whooped with joy, cantering around, nearly falling off once or twice. Even Sesame roused from his nap to watch curiously.

Horizon was famed for two things: their grapes and their horses. They had an abundance of one, but not many of the other, but what they had of each was the best in the world, or so it was said. He was not surprised Rosa knew how to ride, her family would have ensured she had lessons.

Eventually, she came trotting back down the way, and slid down from her new familiars back. The horse showed not the slightest bit of exertion, not a single bead of sweat showed on its glossy coat.

The same could not be said for Rosa. She ran up to Tom, completely breathless, her cheeks flushed with excitement, beaming with delight. She swept him into a hug.

Oh, thank you, Tom! Fucking just fucking thank you!

Thats okay, he said, with a small chuckle. It was well worth it. She pulled away.

Maybe this makes up for the walls and the ditch? he ventured.

One of her eyebrows slowly climbed her forehead. Then, without warning, she stepped into him and kissed him.

Tom felt like hed been struck by lightning. He was rigid. Then he felt like hed been set on fire, and he melted. Rosas lips were hot on his, her hands grasping at his shoulders were light and strong. He tentatively placed his hands on her hips, soft and firm and curved, and drew her closer.

They kissed for a long time. When they broke apart, Tom found he was breathless too.

This is just like you, Tom fucking Cutter, she said, low. Give me extravagant gifts so now I am compelled to forgive you for being a fucking oblivious fuck!

Sorr- But he only got the word half out before she was kissing him again.

Fire and Smoke is right, he thought.