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“So, are you going to tell us why you are so upset, but are trying to hide it?” I ask with a raised brow which has him looking at me, grinning he shakes his head in amusement.
“You are just like your mother, doesn’t mince her words.” He says, and then shrugs, “I’m just tired of being in bed and I should be by your mothers’ side, what if there is an attack?” his frown is back.
“You know that mom can take care of herself, and she has four guards with her.” Dream says as she tries to appease his worries, stroking his fingers with hers, “besides, mom said that you would stay here to protect us.” I see Dad raise a brow and look at her.
“Are you trying to appease me Dream?” he asks before he chuckles, “I have missed this, I wish Rea and Vain were also here.”
“Don’t worry about that, Dream has finished her painting and tonight she will go and let the others know that we are fine and what they need to look out for.” Love reveals with a smile, her head against his chest.
“Are you sure this will work? I don’t want you to get stuck in a painting, and then we can’t get you out of there.” He states as he lifts his hand to stroke Dream’s cheek.
“Yes Dad, I have done it before.” Dream confirms with a smile.
“I don’t like you girls experimenting with your magic when there is no supervision, that is why Selina was there to guide you, to teach you.” He mutters.
“We are fine, besides Selina is with Rea and Vain. When they come here Selina can accompany them” I say, “but more importantly, how are you feeling today?”
“You healed me yesterday, therefore I’m feeling good.” He says with a shrug.
“Well, we have had an idea.” I reveal, and go on to explain what we are thinking of doing to find if in fact someone is still manifesting evil in the property, or if it’s some kind of magic that was used when they wounded my dad.
“I swear if we find a traitor in this house they will pay” he grunts angrily.
“I shall start” Love says as she sits up and then turns to look around the room, suddenly she frowns and then is crawling out of bed and towards my Dad’s side table where a pitcher with water is sitting with a glass next to it. Next to the pitcher is a plate that is covered with a napkin, and which seems like Dad has not eaten yet.
“Whatever is on this plate hasn’t got good energy” Love mutters, Dad leans over and pulls the napkin away to show us a plate with two scones on it.
“You saying the scone is doing this to me?” he asks with a frown; I stand to go and smell the scone. If there is any poisonous ingredient, I will be able to detect it. Leaning down I take a whiff of the scone, but I can’t detect anything, unless this is magic.
“There is nothing to indicate it’s an herb or poison,” I say.
“I don’t think It’s the scone, I see the energy on the pitcher of water and glass too.” Love says, “I think its whoever touched these items that has left this trail of energy, but this might not be what is doing this to Dad.”
“Well, I think I’m going to go into the kitchen and see what is happening there, maybe I might find something,” I start to turn when Dream interrupts.
“I will go with you, Love, maybe you should stay here and keep Dad company.”
“Definitely, and I still want to look at all the other things in the room, also check if anyone comes in that might have a dark energy.”
“You girls be careful, where is Drez? He should be going with you if Shok and Trek arent’ here.” Dad asks as we stop in the doorway.
“He was training with the guards, I’m sure he will be up soon.” Dream replies, “Don’t worry we can take care of ourselves.” As we walk out of the room, we hear Dad grunt at Dreams reply which has me smiling at his protective nature.
“He still thinks of us as his little girls,” I state as we hurry downstairs.
“I think he will always think of us like that.” Dream agrees as we make our way to the kitchen, glancing at Dream I realize that once again she has left her bow somewhere.
“Where did you leave your bow?” her hand snaps up towards her shoulder at my question and she frowns.
“Argh, I left it in my room” she is becoming better, but she still forgets her bow a lot and at these times we need to make sure that we are always protected. My weapon of choice is my fighting sticks, I was lucky to have got these retractable ones for my birthday from Trek, they fit on a holster to my waste. “It just becomes so cumbersome when I’m doing something,” She mutters.
“Maybe you should think of using some other type of weapon.” I suggest, knowing that she will reject the idea. All of us have been trained with different weapons, but we have all excelled in one, and that one is usually the one that we have chosen as our weapon of choice. Dream is the bow, she can shoot anything out of the air while in flight, she is an exceptional marksman, but that’s when she actually remembers to carry the bow with her.
With me it has always been the fighting sticks, at first it was only one but with time I have enhanced my movements and rhythm, and now am able to use a fighting stick in each hand with the same speed and accuracy as I was doing with just one. I also train daily to maintain my movements supple and fluid. Trek makes sure that I don’t miss my training every day.
Arriving in the kitchen I see the chef standing over one of the cooks commenting on what he is doing. There are two others that are standing to the side sorting out vegetables, one cutting meat and two washing dishes. I also see two of the serving ladies and one guard standing in the kitchen.
When we walk in everyone stops what they are doing and looks up at us, the Chef immediately turns from chastising the chef to walk towards us, a smile on his face. “Do you need anything?” he asks.
