Snakes and Ladders-18

Chapter 18

I let Shaya lead me away and I’ve been here, that right after a really good scrap feeling only it’s different too. I talked her out of that toxic hole they shoved her into…but more than that or at least to me I didn’t lose my shit as Bear. I mean it’s not like I used to be nuts or a psycho and even when I had to fight like this I tried to keep it calm but once Bear got his claws out that’s when I was this person I didn’t like.

That part of me scared and made the girl hiding in me cry alone and often in the dark once things were said and done.

But today, as bad vas this got this was me. The real me. Wren Phoenix. And the fight ended the way that I wished all the fights I’ve been in could’ve been done. With honor and understanding and truth.

The stuff I’m really about.

I almost don’t feel the pain though as I can feel through our bond how proud she is of me. It’s such a heady and amazing feeling because there’s meaning and context behind those feelings and Shaya is proud of me for being such a strong woman, and honest and for trying to do things the honorable way.

To get that kind of real validation is really powerful and it’s one of those things that sink into you. Proud…of me…and Woman…and all those feelings and things that I’ve always attributed to women that I’d met in the past who were great stand up girls that I respected the hell out of suddenly, well not suddenly but….it’s still new enough that these feelings being me it still means so much.

It changes the way that I see my reflection.

Its way more Wren walking in that reflection the window than Wren who used to be Bear.

I’m in that rush still when I’m taken to the healers at the infirmary. I don’t know a whole lot about sylvan healing but it is medicine. They check me out just like any other doctor only different. The healer introduces himself as Gabriel takes out a talisman thing that I’m going to call for lack of a better term a remote from a dome on the wall that looks about the size of a small wok with majik writing on it a few gems wired into it like modern electronics too.

I feel him cast a spell and there’s this strange feeling washing through me a few times like ripples in a pond only it feels like when you step under a soft shower. That feeling on your skin? It’s sinking through me in pulses.

Then it’s in the remote somehow and like some science fictiony thing I and all my medical stuff comes up on this hologram of my body and he’s able to look at everything. My mind goes to just this stuff and home. I mean this is every part of me there in layer after layer there and that scan spell…he might have touched me for an entire minute. He asks me a few questions and I tell him the stuff I do know and see it going into a file there in the holo-med me’s notes.

“Gods this would save so much time home.” I say it more to myself but end up explaining human health care to him and Shaya. She’s rubbing my back and stuff but he’s looking like a cross between mortified and upset.

Then he’s telling me they can re-grow lost limbs.

That gets my crying.

Turns out limbs and organs ever can be healed and replaced because the information is there in our cells. It’s there and the various bits of majik in healing spells tell the cells to remake or regrow the damaged part. The guidance and the reproductive cost for doing this varies in the amount of energy used and how much the body uses food energy and stuff to make the cells.

Sure the new limb if weak and is literally brand new but unless battle curse majik happens sylvan healing leaves no scars, and replaces limbs and organs…

My mind goes to the huge number of …

Just…

Shaya’s crying with me as I try to get it out, I reach out and with a trickle of my own mana I show him home, the just sheer suffering there that’s…

He weeps too but that noble healer, sworn oath knight thing and he grips my shoulder.

“Lady Erendae that your heart cries for you people for all those in that kind of need tells me so much about you and should you ever find a means to return to your home and here then you have but call for my service and I will come home to this “earth” and use what powers I have to help all I can.”

I hug him how the hell can’t I? “Thank you gods thank you so much Gabriel, that’s a huge gesture.”

“Tis not a gesture lady, it’s a promise.”

I hug him again and this time Shaya does too.

That all happening and all I’m going to say that they don’t rely on it all to be done by majik. They set bones, sew wounds and apply all these general medical stuff just like home then apply the healing as needed.

As needed. While talking I kind of get that. Healing takes energy and they have to triage that energy, you go into for a normal head cold and a Sylvan healer is most likely going to treat you just like if you went to the hospital home.

And apparently elves do get sick just like everyone else only by the time they get to a certain age they’ve got a huge amount of anti-bodies. Built up plus they have booster shot spells? Tiny spells like flu shots with some other stuff in it but basically they boost their resistances.

Shaya’s as intrigued as me and because of me and she knows almost no healing majiks having been a knight and Gabriel teaches us a few small cantrips that tell the body things to feel better. Breath well…that’s like a decongestant/inhaler majik and an anti-allergen spell that might be very useful and a throat balm spell that reduced the swelling that causes sore throats.

We’re both really kind of happy and buzzed by the learning how to do this stuff and there little flashes of home and just how these few things could help… and the money I could save the people home that can’t afford it…and Shaya shows me little flashes of there being places very poor and like that here in the sylvan realms too.

I’ve had this image in me of this place being so fantasy and not with some of the problems at home but there’s what looks like those cheap work camps and there’s some slums and things in places that I never thought to see here.

Makes sense unfortunately, with there being people here like Kyte’s family in the realms and Lyam then there will be those that they treat like garbage.

Getting back to our quarter we kiss and end up in the shower together making love touching and washing and caressing each other and being tender, so tender and fingers going to places where I’m loving fingers to go and…and while on our bed making love new majik bubbles up from somewhere in the back of my brain and using my power and her’s I tap out link and there’s this telekinetic tether between my clitty and hers and when I’m getting myself closer and closer to orgasm by rub-humping her thigh she’s feeling what I’m feeling and intertwined I’m feeling her rubbing herself into my thing and the combined feeling and effect for both of us is amazing…

It’s like were frenching each other with our clitties…

But better because we’re face to face and kissing and touching each other’s breasts and fall into these great heaving orgasms.

Shaya screaming in pleasure face in my cleavage was so effing amazing…and me…I’ve…I bit her shoulder and actually sort of scratched her back or I would have if I actually had nails.

One of the best things though was our cuddling together into our sheets and talking together for like…it was hours about healing and these things in our heads and our hearts that we really want to do to help her people and mine.

I said we didn’t really sleep right and talked?

Fourteen hours we talked then made love again and talked some more and there’s stuff that I learned that even with the bond that is making me fall more and more in love with her.

She loves bacon…that’s funny but she’s never had the traditional bacon and eggs, and no clue what hash browns are.

I tell her about home and my sister…and how much I loved the orchards and how good a person she was.

She tells me that she loves flowers but her favorite flowers are actually dandelions. I love that and it’s so cute really.

We both like lemonade, we both like popcorn.

We both like good BBQ and I’m surprised that they actually do BBQ or have the different styles of it from different place just like we do. And apparently there’s a twenty one sylvan generation place back in The Holy City.

It was like back in the day when it was an armed camp and under the protection of The Great Tree. Apparently the place started was a grilling pit place to feed the gathered army that defeated the great evil.

She’s never had waffles, they don’t have waffles here. She loves pancakes.

She loves furs, she has lots of them but her people only hunt for need and to control the populations. I’m not really used to furs or as much leather as I’ve been expose to here but I’ve always liked leathers.

She likes girly clothes and she’s been making up for so much lost time filling her closets with everything she can afford. I haven’t had the chance to go shopping and really fall into that part of things even as cliché as it might seem.

Shaya didn’t get the whole cliché part but she loved the thought of us shopping together and trying things on and sexily and lovingly modeling for each other. I love the fact her eyes light up when she talks about being a girl and then get’s all embarrassed about it.

Her skin is so fair it really makes he seem so beautiful so girl next door in a way and I’ve always had a thing for the girl next door.

……………..fourteen hours we talked and made love all night right through until the morning watch. We were just snuggled together ourselves sort of in this blissed out bonded afterglow together when the knock came.

“The Sage commander would have you to meet with her for the breaking of the fast.”

I look at Shaya and she at me then we both look out the window at the light beginning to filter in. I call out. “We’ll be there as soon as we’re able, where should we go?”

“I’m to escort you to her quarters m’ladies.”

I kiss her a long and deep kiss that soon has us using tongues and there’s this desperate but giggly need for us to have a quickie together. God I love her so much the feel of her silky skin and that cascade of her hair over my body and the taste of every part of her that just drives me wild and we’re all fingers and tongues and them she slips down and it’s her fingers and her tongue.

Then some more fingers…then some more…then oh...oh...

“Oh Shaya!!!” I cry out forgetting about our attendant outside and she slipped her entire small slender delicate elfin hand into me…

She’s smaller that me in that slender little china doll kind of way and while she’d never been able to do this to a sylvan girl I’m a lot bigger…

But I’m losing my mind in the sheer feeling of being so filled by her touch and she moves in and out of me slowly and first but she’s able to touch and feel and put pressure on parts of my sex that have never been touched and I’m writhing of the bed and bucking my hips because it’s good, too good, so good…I’m whining and both of my hands are on my breasts and when I cum it’s hard…like gushing and squirting into her hand hard and I bite my lip hard and my eyes rolled back in my head as I have the worlds first grand-mal-seizuregasm.

Followed by three more little cums as she cleans me out…drinks me like a sacrificial cup.

She helps me up afterwards and I’m in a dozy haze of sex stupid until I get with her under that water of the fountain shower. Even then I’m so floaty in my body and loose and relaxed that I’m just drunk on love.

I dress for breakfast with the Sage Commander in just the sexiest black lacy under things that I have and wear a sheer white silk shirt with a pair of dusty yellow training pants like a kind of yoga pant but I leave my shirt untucked and like those artist girls I put a belt around it. Sure it’s my sword belt but that just adds to the effect of my lacy bra and leaving the top two buttons undone and I use a touch of power and style and dry and set my hair so that I have that sultry sexy hair style like some of the movie stars home all this sexy mass of small tumbly wavy curls just some in my face just as a tease and the rest falling over my shoulders and down my back.

Another few cantrips and my lips are the perfect shade of soft kiss me f-me red hinted but glistening and there the eyeliner and shadow and mascara look too complete with long long lashes.

I smile at Shaya who is staring at me.

“I’m starved Shaya, shall we go?”

“Erendae, we’ll go and I’ll be the proudest person in the castle to walk in with the most beautiful woman in the galaxy on my arm.”

It so wasn’t just one of those things either, I can feel the truth of her saying that through the bond and there is this feeling for me too that is sinking into like a cure for my heart and soul that she’s seeing me, the real me…

And she thinks that I’m beautiful…