[Sanctuary] Dark Thoughts and Shadows

[Sama'el Sunsinger]

5th Summer 512, A.V. Sama'el's body, at least, sat in the pasture. His normally erect posture was slumped, but Dohaina stood over him with all the protectiveness of a mother. Her foal, however, was not used to Sama'el working the Web, having just met him a few days previous. His spirit soared up above, following Hodei, who had long since got used to his ethereal presence when she hunted. Connecting her into his personal Web had proven helpful in their bonding, and if there were side benefits to his curse, it was that he was even more circumspect about Hodei's care, not wanting to offend Eywaat too. Syna had granted him the ability to see from Her point of view, but riding the wind along side the kestrel was another thing entirely, more real as he clung to the gossamer strand of light that connected her to his body below, and then to Dohaina. But he bid her a sort of farwell-for-now, and she cried out her answer as he slid down the line toward his body, but he did not crawl back in. Not yet. The foal peered at him with liquid eyes, at him, and not his body. Animals were strange and wonderful things, but as a Drykas he had a special place in his heart for the Striders. Carefully, he pulled at his aura until he had a coil of it, a long tendril similar to the one binding him to Hodei, and he began to weave it into the foal's aura. The little beast shivered, one eye on its dam, the other on Sama'el's astral body. It was surprised, but perhaps the trusting, reassuring presence of its dam coupled with a sort of racial memory kept it still and docile. Next, using more of the stuff of his own soul, he bound the foal and dam closer together, which could only strengthen the natural bond. A little soul-weary, his goal was accomplished, and the foal was part of the family. Only then did he climb back into his body, breathing deeply, pushing his soul out into the tips of his fingers and toes, which tingled as they always did when he left his body and returned. He kissed his hand at placed it on the foal's velvety nose. Here was a peace of happiness, but damned if he didn't miss the reassuring smell of horses. He sighed.

[Raiha]

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