Night, the desert of the South, between Saradush and Athkethran
Apparently, it has just been one of those nights for several days now. I’m far better now, but I’m still taking the third watch. Not that that’s so bad, seeing as how Kel will take the fourth, and we’ll probably have some time for talk and if it really is as peaceful as it seems, love again....
Were not the desert such an impossible place to live in, I’d wish we could build our lives here. No one would ever think to tramp across burning sands to intentionally attack a powerful Bhaalspawn; there’s no one living right on top of us and it’s warm. After some of the days slogging through Sword Coast snow, through Amnish mud and rain, the dry desert heat is a blessing. Other than the sunburn, of course. Though it is merely a minor spell to heal it. I guess I could live with that....
It’s the water that makes it impossible. Actually, the lack thereof. Imoen -thankfully - remembers some of the cantrips she picked up in Candlekeep, little things to bring enough water for drinking. Not enough for anything else. I doubt we could dig a well deep enough, and honestly, the last place I want to be at an oasis. Those are too heavily populated for my comfort.
The stars are more visible here than anywhere I have ever been, even at sea. Here, there are no masts and sails to obscure them, no trees, no clouds. They seem close enough to touch. The Bear and the Maiden look neither fierce nor dangerous, and did I not know the tales about them.... Well, I know too many tales.
Imoen whimpers in her sleep occasionally. I don’t want her to have these dreams, but I can’t.... I can’t prevent it happening. Perhaps since she is in full possession of her soul, she will never have the emptiness that leads to the Slayer’s ascendency. Hopefully, she doesn’t remember what that feeling of loss is like. That feeling of fidelity to a memory of a memory of a memory when everything else is empty.
“There is someone coming,” Jaheira said in the darkness. “I feel him, but he is not a foe... I just can’t for the life of me figure out who it is.”
“You’re not serious,” Ell said back. “How would anyone know where we are, and what we need, and how to find us?”
“Yours is a unique heritage, Ellanaine. He’ll be here by morning. And if I were you, I might have conversation with your sister, your lover and your Paladin about what they did while you and Minsc dug the privy.” She rolled over, leaving Ell gaping.
The traveler was first a speck on the eastern horizon, then a dot, then it became obvious that the dot was not one, but at least two. Ell stood on the boulder that had sheltered them throughout the morning, bow in hand and arrows ready to be knocked and flung. Minsc stood below her, his sword thrust into the ground, shield at his feet, and bow in hand. Imoen sat beside her, Kelsey on her other side. Mazzy and Jaheira waited in ambush.
No one spoke. No one took their eyes off the apparition, and moved only long enough to pick up a bottle and sip. The sun rose, warmed, then blazed.
The ninth hour passed, then the tenth. The dots were now distinct figures, two of them robed and cloaked and probably sweltering in this heat. Ell wondered if they would have to kill them or heal them when they were finally within range.
“I’m sending out a Wizard Eye,” Imoen said.
“You know who it is,” Ell replied dryly. “At least I think you do.”
“Not worth taking chances,” Im replied cheerfully. “And I doubt I’ll need the spell later. Now shut up, sister mine.” She glowered, waved and muttered in that peculiar mage way. The eye floated, barely visible, and then soared away.
Moments later, Im grinned. “Right on time,” she said, and dropped everything but three bottles of their precious water. She sprinted across the hard desert floor in a way that made Ell worry about her safety. Heatstroke responded poorly to healing spells.
“I take it this is what you two cooked up last night?” Ell said, turning to Kelsey.
“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies, my love,” he said.
“Difficult creature,” she replied, and put down everything but her bow and quiver... and more bottles of water. “Coming to greet our guests?” she asked her friends.
“Minsc and Boo will remain here in the shade,” he said. “This sun is too much for a miniature giant space hamster. It is kicking our butts too well!”
“I’ll stay to... monitor the patient,” Jaheira said. “Bring them back, won’t you?”
“I too shall hold my peace. You have acquaintances to renew, and those prevail over introductions.” Mazzy handed Kelsey the potions case. “Just in case.”
He nodded. “Right you are. I’ll come, love. Since I’m at least partly responsible.”
As they walked, she asked. “Do you want to explain how you did this?”
“Combination summoning spell and Oracle and Missive. We asked if they’d come, and they said yes. We summoned, but this desert is funny. Magic works strangely and we’ve got very little control.”
“So they had to walk.”
“Yes.”
“Whose egos do I have to soothe?” Ell asked. “ I swear to you, if you summoned Edwin - not that he’d come, the pompous, pusillanimous pissant -- All Gods, I sound like him -- I just may kill you all and remain in the desert like a hermit.”
“We did NOT summon Edwin. Actually, I’ve never met either of them - Kivan and Xan.”
At that moment, Imoen flung herself into the arms of the two men - now close enough to see things like gender - and laughter and greetings drifted faintly to her. She picked up the pace until she saw one of the men - Xan, it looked like - pick Im up, kiss her like she was the last source of love and water in the world, and hold her tenderly.
Ellanaine found she couldn’t move. Or speak.
Or think.
“Ell...” Kelsey said tentatively. “Sweetheart?”
“Hm.” She couldn’t find words of any sort, good, bad or indifferent, to even comment on the scene before them. Kivan pulled a bottle of water out of Imoen’s limp hands and walked across the hardpack to greet Ellanaine. He kissed her cheek briefly and bowed to Kelsey.
“Great to meet you in person, Master Coltrane. Thanks for the heads up. We’d not want our friend here to fail for lack of hands.”
“Kelsey. Thanks for coming.”
“How long has that been going on?” Ell whispered, her eyes fixed.
“About a minute and a half, now,” Kivan said.
“No, I mean... I didn’t realize... “
“Neither did they.” Kivan swigged at the water and then fanned his face with his hood. “You told me it was hot down here, Kelsey, but you failed to mention it was a bake oven.”
“Sorry. We’ve gotten used to it, I think, at least a little. What did you mean by neither did they?”
“After you folks left Xan and I in Baldur’s Gate, neither of us especially felt like going home. The city, foul as it can be, held no memories for me, and Xan didn’t see the point of going home when it was just as bad as anywhere else.”
“Same old Xan, I presume,” Ell said.
“Actually, no. Nor same old Kivan,” he replied. “The best things in the world for us were getting out of the ruts we had been in. Xan needed to spend time with people other than elves, and I, well, I’m not likely to find another love, but I am willing to live my life as she would have wanted me to. She would have beaten me bloody for failing to live on.” He sighed, and shrugged. “We rented a house, he set up shop, I got a job teaching woodcraft to Gate children with one of the schools, and one thing led to another. Of course it didn’t hurt that Branwen did us a favor by getting the real story out. You know you didn’t have to leave. It only took about a week for things to calm down.”
Ell smiled faintly. “It would still be roaring if I’d stayed. Are you telling me that you and Xan have lost your dour countenances?”
“Let’s just say we’ve both found some inner peace. Revenge is... not as satisfying as I thought it would be. And as he’s found that peace, he’s talked more and more about you - well, mostly about Imoen.”
“He fell in love?” Kelsey asked, amused.
“He’d never admit it, but I think so. Usually just reminisces. It’s been... strange. And then last night, she calls him. He was dead asleep and suddenly, he’s entirely awake and standing in the door to my room saying that Imoen needs us. Well, it took me ten minutes to get dressed and grab our gear and then --”
He shuddered. “We’ll walk home. Or I’ll charm us a horse.”
“Sorry, I had no idea this is what my mages had in mind,” Ell said. “I’d never have permitted it.”
“Too late,” Kivan said, and then a huge grin broke across his face. “Like you should be given a choice, anyway. Miss Demigod. You’re too noble for your own good, did you realize that?” He swept her into a bearhug. “By Mystra, it’s good to see you again. And did you realize you’ve lost weight? Your armor probably weighs more than you do. How in all that is holy did you think you were going to win fighting all comers with just yourselves?”
“I didn’t,” she confessed. “I was going to sneak away tonight and leave all of the trade goods and coin behind and hope that everyone would just go home. Or somewhere safe.” She broke out of Kivan’s arms and buried her head in Kelsey’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“You were right. She’s a step away from a Temple case,” Kivan said. “Just like me when she found me. Anyway, do you want to hear the rest of this or not?”
“Please,” Ell said, looking up. Kelsey stroked her absently, listening and watching Imoen and Xan, who had broken their kiss and stood breast to breast, talking urgently about ... something.
“So we arrived just outside of Watcher’s Keep, near the desert, about an hour after sunset. It’s getting dark, we’ve got our gear and water, and Xan sends out a Wizard Eye and conjures a flame ball and we start walking towards where the Eye tells us you are and Xan starts talking. He says ‘As soon as I see her, I’m going to tell her everything. I’ve wasted far too much of my time brooding and being difficult and she’s just what I need.’ Of course, this makes no sense to me - I’m just out of sleep, remember and not thinking about his mutterings and reminisces this past year - so I say 'Really? I hear she’s taken up with some sorcerer so you might have to stand in line.'”
“Would you believe that Xan tackled me and tried to strangle the news out of me? When we realized that I was talking about you, and he was talking about Imoen.... well, we had a good laugh, and got going. And that’s part of the reason we’re late. Didn’t quite expect her to be so enthusiastic, though,” Kivan said, grinning at Imoen.
“I can’t say I’m... any less surprised,” Ell finally said. “She’s lost not one but two lovers since we parted ways with you two, and we only learned of the second one days ago.”
“Oh, poor thing. Perhaps I should warn Xan she’s a'grieving.”
“No. She’s telling him. And the one we found... well, he wasn’t her current love. Just an old flame gone out too soon,” Ell said.
“Ah. I see. He’s found a spine of sorts, anyway in the last few hours. Let’s hope it lasts.”
Kivan drank deeply and Kelsey and Ell kept a respectful distance, waiting for Im and Xan to decide to rejoin the rest of the world. Long moments passed, and then Ell heard a sound she’d never heard before - laughter, from the lungs of Xan, who had never been known to laugh.
“When we get to a city with a temple to Lathlander, I’m making a donation,” Ell breathed. “A miracle has occured.”
“And you wrought it, Lady Ellanaine.” He stalked off towards the pair without explanation, and so Ell followed, wanting an answer.... even if she had to pry it out of him.
“What do you mean?”
“Without your... intervention, perhaps, I would have been bitter and vengeful for the rest of my days, until some night I failed to see the beast in the dark and died, unfulfilled. Xan would have continued to look at the world with dread and fear, positive that everything and everyone lay in wait at his door step. Now... it may be a short life, but it will be more pleasant, no?” He stepped away from her again, and dragged Xan and Im apart.
“Share, elf brother,” Kivan chided, and kissed Imoen’s cheek just as he had Ell’s. “You’re a welcome sight, young mage. I half expected you would lock yourself away in Candlekeep and fight constantly the book dust in your hair.”
“Dust in my hair is about right,” Im groaned. “I’d give my soul for a bath.” Then Imoen laughed at Ell’s horrified expression. “Okay, maybe not my soul.”
“I’d hope not,” Xan said. “Give me a while to rest in some shade and I’ll conjure us a pool.”
He crossed to Ell, dragging Imoen with him, since he’d not released her hand, and bowed with extravagent courtesy out of place in the blazing desert. “Elven sister, I owe you much. And first, I owe you my service.”
“I should tell you to go home but you’re too welcome,” Ell sighed. “Who else should I expect, Im?”
“Honestly, I don’t know." Imoen looked chagrinned. "I could only send messages to the mages, and well, we’ve lost some of them. Nalia said she’d head for Athkatla immediately and look for Keldorn, Aerie and Anomen and send a messenger for Valygar and Cernd. But she couldn’t guarantee anything, and can’t even be certain she will be able to make it here.”
“Branwen would have come, but she is committed to her Temple,” Kivan said. “She sends her prayers, her best wishes, and these.” He removed his pack very carefully and removed a small potion case that he placed in Ell’s hands.
Inside were ten rows of tiny glass vials, padded and strapped in for safety. “What are these?” she asked.
“Healing potions, she said. Far better than anything we ever had on the road, and much smaller. She said you might find them useful.”
“Her prayers can’t hurt, either,” Kelsey said. “That was the lass with the statue problem, was it not?” Ell nodded, still a bit breathless over the generosity of the gift.
Ell’s biggest problem in recent weeks had not been a lack of coin to spend, but a lack of goods she had any need for. She found that most of the merchants were very happy to buy from her, since Kelsey insisted they only salvage the best, but only rarely could they supply her company’s needs. Healing potions were always high on that list of needs.
“Now I must survive whatever comes next,” she sighed. “I must not die beholden to my friend, or surely I would haunt her.”
“Now you sound like me,” Xan mocked. “Mystra’s bodice, is it contagious?”