A Wild World- A Witcher FanFic

Chapter 19

"We have to get up eventually..." Eskel whispered as Cass traced lazy circles on his chest.

"Mmmmmm. Let me share this moment with you a little longer." She murmured into his ear, kissing the edge lightly.

"If I didn't know you, you'd have me thinking you a sorceress with your beguiling ways," he grinned stupidly pressing a long kiss into her tousled golden curls.

In the flickering glow of the fireflies they lay for a moment savoring the closeness when the toneless call of Avellac'h sounded across the gardens.  His voice boomed off the topiaries and sent ripples across the pond. A startled flock of small birds swirled into the night sky for safer rest.

"All is ready, do hurry back to the main house."

Swearing lightly under his breath Eskel exhaled heavily.  Cass followed suit in a similar manner, but was cut off by a flustered sneeze.  The chill of the night air finally hit her, making her wish this had happened somewhere warmer like an inn or even her apartment, but now was about to become goodbye, so why think of things like next time.  Pushing the thoughts from the front of her mind, she pulled on the borrowed green dress.

How odd to think everything she brought with her was all gone: the backpack, her clothes, even her beloved phone died within a few days.  All of it was lost eventually, and the things she acquired along the way would never fit in back home.  A silver sword was not a common accessory in the modern world.  Hell even the dress was something from a renaissance fair, and would stick out like a sore thumb.  Could she even take them with her? Should she.

The whole life she had lived here, the travelling and fighting monsters was not normal, but then again... what was normal.  What normal did she want?  Where did she belong, really?

The sudden thought hit her making her pause for a second as she pulled on a mud covered boot.  

Normal, what did she know about normal. Where she belonged was back home on Earth. What happened here was a fling, nothing more. An emotional surge from being stuck... the lie felt bitter on her tongue as she tried to reason with herself.  

"Cass, you coming?"  Eskel had already walked up the path a few paces, his face a neutral stone.  None of the previous passionate emotions evident on his scarred visage.

 "Right, one sec." 

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"See to it that you stay very still while I apply the spell to your body," Avellac'h instructed sternly.  "This will feel odd for a moment."

Every few inches along her arms he would chant an incantations in the ancient elvish language making her skin tingle.  As the words flowed out small white etchings began to appear along the lengths of her arms, and continued beyond.  Each mark growing and pulsing as it migrated across her collar bones where it spread both along her spine and sent sent tingling jolts towards he feet.  In less than a minute she could see the markings had even run down along the backs of her legs, likely onto her hidden feet too.

"Is it working, because it feels like something is working,"  she giggle trying to keep from twitching.  "Is it supposed to be so ticklish?" 

"This is just the stabilizing portion of the spell.  Without the 'tickling' you may burn up from the actual brunt of the disjoining portion."

"Are you sure this is safe Avellac'h?"  Eskel questioned, arms crossed as he paced next to the arcane circle on the floor separating him from the actual spell casting area.