Completion of the Whisper

Chapter Two.

I blinked, and it took me a moment to catch my breath again.

This was not my vision. This was not Phylon. I was at the place where the vision was set, but he was not here with me. He wasn't. And he wouldn't, he wasn't able to find me. My visions were variations. Not all of them would come true.

"Are you alright?", he asked, his voice low, as he took the seat next to me.

Without looking at him, I nodded "Sure."

"You don't look like it. And you didn't sense me."

With my lips pressed into a tight line, I raised my eyebrow at him. I knew he was worried, but we knew, that I wouldn't talk about it.

"Why are you here?"

Syrion put up a shield "Why shouldn't I be here? Adriyele, no matter how often you tell me to go, I'll stay. End of discussion. And now, will you tell me why you've been sitting here all afternoon?"

"I was just watching... people."

"You were watching Hyrion."

I sighed and Syrion added "I could introduce you to him, you know?"

Hyrion, first-born son of Styslad, Lord of Myrna Bays.
And according to Rhydomir, one of the men who had fought alongside my father, one of the men who could know something about the whereabouts of the sword. Hopefully.

I needed his attention, I needed him to talk with me, I needed him to brag about the war. There was no guarantee that he knew more about the sword's whereabouts, but gladly, he wasn't the only reason I was in Ralanmar. Of the few people Rhydomir had been sure about who had fought close to my father before he had been taken prisoner by the King, the three of them happened to just be at the same location.

One of them was Hyrion, and the two others were... harder to approach. Much harder. Because those two ruled the Principality of Ralanmar. Brya da Drtrin and Rayila na Rint, the two women who ruled this land, the two women who owned the biggest fleet in this part of Mriatna.

Two very mighty women. Mighty enough, that they were able to keep the King of Kalash at bay.

"Adriyele, I can introduce you."

"But then, he will know."

"Who you are? Sure", Syrion nodded.
"But what if he will tell Phylon..."

"Phylon can't find you, you told me... his... wish made sure of that", he interjected.
"That only applies to my aura. If he knows where I am, he could find me", I whispered.

"So, what's your plan? Play a random woman and flirt with him?"

I rolled my eyes at him "I will do what I have to do."
He huffed "You know you sound just like..."
"Don't", I muttered "Don't say it."

A deep sigh escaped him, but he didn't push. He never did, at least not since that one time when I had completely broken down in front of him and he had almost not been able to calm me down.

That one time, when he had said too much, had asked too much, had reminded me of too much.

I listened to Syrion's ramble about some books he had purchased while I had sat on the terrace. But I knew, he had been close by. Syrion was also keeping an eye on me, even though he didn't need to. Noone knew I was here, and... no one would find out - no one could find out.

I was like a ghost. Adriyele Mellai Sybnal de Rylbnan was like a ghost. If it hadn't been for my dress, Hyrion would have never noticed me.

He couldn't have.