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Jax snorted.Why and death and something about not eating the flowers.
The jays called again, and she turned to the forest where Phineas emerged from the bushes. The woman took a step back as she examined Phineas. “Calle las? Haro bet pa grun pa e clanta.”
She says you’re a moose, I think. That’s the image, at least. She’s not wrong.Jax took a couple paces toward her and bowed low over his paws. Her smile widened again, and she bowed with her hands together at her forehead. “Shaana honte’aco, ra nuret." Jax sniffed at her fingers, then licked one.
At her touch, the massive wolf jolted back.She’s magical! It’s not just the forest, it’s her!
“Well, we should have guessed after hearing her sing to the animals,” Killian said as he surveyed her with this new information.
Why didn’t I sense her, though? I should have felt her arrival.Jax landed back on his haunches, his head twisted to one side as he studied her. The woman was frowning at the fingers Jax had licked with confusion.
Killian stepped forward, again placing his hand on his chest before pointing to the others. “Killian. Jax. Phineas.” He looked at her. “And your name is?”
She peered at him, every ounce of the warm welcome she offered Jax cooled when she faced him. “Raelametanashi.”
Killian hesitated, then asked Jax in a low voice, “Is that her name, or is she saying something else?”
I … I am not sure. The feelings I get from those words don’t make sense, exploding light? Sleeping? It is unclear.
She took three steps toward Killian, stopping just before him. She placed a hand on his chest. Her palm was hot through his shirt. “Killian.” She moved her hand to her own chest. “Raelametanashi.”
“Raelamesha …” Killian’s tongue struggled to pronounce the initial sounds.
“Raelametanashi,” she said, slower.
He tried again, equally butchering it. Phineas snorted.
She sighed heavily. “Raela?”
“Raela.”
Her face blossomed into a wide smile before she tempered it. His heart pitter-pattered in excitement. Her smile was even more beautiful up close. “Rana hemuma’il ga las’hi. Toru bet ra hi ga ranarana maneta?”
I think she is asking why, and all I see are a bunch of trees. Probably ‘forest.’
“We were looking for you.” Killian pointed to her. “Raela.”
At least this time, there is no bear.
Raela tilted her head at Jax who must have spoken to her mind too. “Grumba?” She clawed her hands on either side and growled low.
“She understood that one.” Killian shook his head, trying to keep his smile warm. “No bear. No g-grumba.”
“Ta Grumba.” The woman nodded and babbled on again in her language as she grabbed a leaf from a nearby oak. Using the leaf as a barrier between her hand and the mushrooms, she began transplanting them along the meadow edge in a scattered pattern. Each time she moved a mushroom, more of the purple hazy dust dissipated until it cleared completely. Satisfied, the woman rose, set the leaf down next to the mushrooms, and brushed off her hands. She hovered an open palm over a patch of dirt, and as she lifted her hand, a column of water erupted from the ground beneath it. She washed her fingertips before settling the fountain back down. Another motion swept the dirt back over the area, removing any trace of the miniature geyser. The men and wolf gaped. Killian had never seen such magic before.
She tilted her head up toward them with a confused expression. Killian sighed. “Jax, did you catch what she was saying?” The wolf shook his head.I was distracted by the magic. But something about mushrooms.
Huffing, Killian muttered, “Our communication isn’t working.”
Phineas laughed. “You mean your brilliant and forbidden plan to wander the forest looking for a foreign stranger was poorly thought out? I’m shocked.”
Killian ignored his friend as he looked around to try to begin their lessons in communication. He picked up a rock. “Rock.” Raela stood and approached with furrowed brows. Killian pointed to his bouquet. “Flowers.”
She pointed to the stone and said, “Isa lonmar.”
Jax sat.Little mountain … no that’s not right … something about memories?
She pointed to the flowers. “Isa otu ya etera.”
