Exton

Her eyes are lost to the magick that swirls through her. Pike watches intently, monitoring his beloved's essence. His staff lies across his knees, its quiet strength of no use in this venture.

"*Goll ... rhywbeth ar goll. Mam Dynol geni. Tad Llys geni, Wyld bendithio. Gwaed o waed, ac ystyried yn rhydd, wedi'i gymysgu â ffydd ... ble mae'r dagrau o gariad, poen galon ac angerdd ... Fi angen Llys y gwaed. Fi angen dagrau o Gariad."

The Welsh is murmured so softly Pike barely hears it. He slips from his perch and is gone. Stoney watches the Wyldfae as he drops to his knees before Erik.

"Lord, I beg forgiveness for what I ask."

The Viking turns wet eyes to the bowing figure. "What are you talking about Pike?"

Using his staff, Pike forces himself to his feet. "Your tears, Lord Erik. I need to bring my Wish your tears. They are the vessels of your love..."

Keon's hand rests on his sworn brother's shoulder. "Trust him, Erik. Three fluids are precious to the Fae... blood, tears, and sexual. Be glad he is asking for tears..."

Pike produces a tiny vial, and with his Lord's permission, presses it against Erik's cheek. One drop, two... the tears spill over the edge of Erik's lid and slide into the narrow tube. He passes his hand over the top, sealing it with a bit of his magick.

"Now my Lords... I need a Court born Fae..."


*Missing ... something's missing. Mother Human born. Father Court born, Wyld blessed. Blood of blood, freely given, mixed with faith... where are the tears of love, heart's pain and passion... I need Court blood. I need tears of love.