Dark Blaze

Chapter 23

"She can heal herself, right?" The brother's mage said while his hands are in the pockets of his vesture. The mage snapped his fingers "Exactly!". Therefore he lifts Aerline to carry her to the bed where his brother is sleeping. "Are you teasing? Why there?" He raised his hand as a complainant while Vëctlör is about to lay her body above the bed lenity. "She is not a vermin" The mage turned his gaze to him after Aerline. "Did I say so that she is a rodent?" His brother raised his eyebrow then grin a bit. The mage replied with no words but shakes his head.

Aerline's hair spread to the sheets like ink spills. Her hands occur on top of her belly. The mage's brother assisted Aerline to heal herself by putting his hand on top of her forehead. Vëctlör moved and stepped backward. As the brother's mage closed his sight to show his ability to assist Aerline. A blue and purple haze crawled and then wrapped around her body. Slight lightning inside the blue haze similar to the sea but it has lightning within. Lavender shadows occur below the mist and dust like ash alongside the mist of blue.

Vëctlör is ever astonished by his brother's power. Aerline grasps limited air and then slams her whole torso after the mist floated her body a bit above the bed. His brother fixed her messy hair and it was difficult to rehabilitate her from the pressure of sorrow, anger, and further gloom that she still kept. His brother panted after he enable his ability to heal the Helian to recover quickly. "She is resisting still her pressure, pretending to smile as she still puts her mask on from the gloom she does not want others to uncover who she is"

His brother said incredibly while his sight wander above the floor while his fingers is shaking stressfully. "I infer that from the beginning and are you confident that you are good?" Vëctlör caress his hand above the shoulder of his brother, that is constantly stressed and overthinking and Vëctlör strived his effort to comfort his brother. His brother only nodded and the mage already can feel something is off with him but he is always thankful ever that his brother is always by his side. Aerline doze peacefully sans her messy hair and dulcify cheeks came once again after the dolour overtook her but luckily the mage's brother summoned his effulgent ability to assist her recovering.

"You perform not have to thank thee me Vëctlör" The mage's brother turned his gaze to his young brother after he glimpses his sight to Airline's elegance. "I thank you that you stand the promising brother throughout our years" He seized his brother's forearm to pull to nuzzle him tightly likewise. The brother grunt and decided to pat his young brother's back with fondness permanently. He can feel the collision from the hug of his young brother but it's comfortable.

A crescent of darkling twilight bestrew above the sky. The torches alongside fulgent the Connart with virescent light like grasses. Stars coruscate above the firmament that you can trace with yarn to establish constellations. The rustle of trees creates mussitation from like a nightmarish forest because of the twilight and tall woods above the brume haze. The white candle inside of the lantern beside the mage lit the spot for his reading. A book with a green cover and glitter above the font and vines side of the cover connected to essence. Zephyr of the evening blew his hair and vesture lenity above and side of his grey. Relaxing above the hill - reading under the tree.

Putting his sight on every word, phosphenes of moonlight under the limbs of the hedge where he read and Fireflies below the hill - drifting around the greensward and flowers. He hums while reading through the music of the evening. "Hey". The mage screeched in surprise so he swiveled his head. It was his brother smiling - standing stilly. "You frightened the heaven out of my spirit, brother" Vëctlör said with a blithe settle upon his face. He shut the book and then stands up awkwardly though gazing at him.

"Your lady is awake" His brother said greatly as the shades whistled him. The darkness he absorbed from Aerline is absurd. "You good? Has she eaten yet? You do not look so promising with that hue of yours" The mage was concerned so he inquired because of his brother's complexion. He only nodded sans talking - the mage wondered if he is weary. He supine his sight to the stars while his hand is on his brother's shoulder confiding him to unwind by gazing at the deep starry gloaming. Moonlight can decompress through melancholy shades - that is why the moon prevails in the twilight.