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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy 1 (fantasy)
Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 05:10:04 -0400
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II  A Change in the Wind


The old dragon was startled by what he
saw in the tiny fairies eyes, where there
had once been a sparkle of life, a glow
that came from within, there was now
nothing, her eyes were black pools devoid
of emotion.  He watched her carefully for
a long time, nodding to himself, he felt
it was safe to leave her alone for a short
while.  He went to his study and sat
down, looking down at his paw, he sent
a message to Virlane.

Virlane appeared not long after receiving
the old dragons message.  He was confused
at the tone and abruptness, smiling at
Marluxion he instantly started to tell
him about his son, he knew he was rambling
as most proud new parents do about their
children but couldn't seem to stop.

Marluxion's voice cut across the room,
"tell me of Bitsy's part in the birth
of your son, did she injure the child?
did she maim the child? I want to know
what happened and exactly how it happened!"

Virlane told Marluxion everything he
had learned, many hours after the chaos
in the tower room had settled down and
he had a chance to talk with Katrina,
she had told him about how Bitsy had
found her and helped her, how if it 
hadn't been for the fairy, their child
might not have survived.

"Did you thank her? did you give her
a hug and rejoice with her at the birth
of your son? Marluxion's iron hard voice
asked.

Virlane stood very still, reacting to the
sound of Marluxion's voice.  He thought
back on the night of his son's birth, he
tried to remember exactly what had occurred
from the moment he entered the tower room.
He suddenly looked startled at his own
thoughts. He lowered his head "when I saw
Bitsy there leaning down over the child,
all I could think of was, she would stumble
and fall on him, I still haven't thanked
her for saving my wife and son, is she
in the work room?"  

The old dragon stood up and told Virlane
to follow him, he entered his bed chamber,
and went over to the bed, his paw gently
touched Bitsy's forehead, still much to
warm, her face flushed and wet with sweat.
Bitsy opened her eyes and saw the two dragons,
not really caring if they were there or not, 
she closed her eyes again.  Virlane looked
at Marluxion, shock and disbelief on his 
face, for he too had seen into her eyes.

He leaned down and gently nuzzled the tiny
fairy, he whispered his thanks to her and
told her of the silliness from Mary and
Harriett, the cook, at seeing the baby.
He told her that as soon as she was well,
she had to come visit, that MiLady also
wanted to thank her.  He told her that
they had named their son, Ravlyr, a good
dragon name, even if it might confuse the
humans.  He got no response and moved away
turning to Marluxion with a worried look,
the old dragon motioned him out of the room
and followed.

"I need to contact her parents and let them
know she is ill, I don't look forward to the
task, but they need to know.  Then I need
to formulate some sort of plan to get her
spirit back, the Bitsy of lifeless black
eye's could be great trouble for all of us."
Virlane wanted to question Marluxion about
that last statement, but saw the old
dragon was done talking.  Wishing Virlane
and Katrina congratulations on the birth
of their son, saying he would come by to
see the baby when he could safely leave
Bitsy, the old dragon headed back to his
bed chambers.

Bitsy's parents arrived later the same day,
Her mother fretted over her, wiping her
face with a cool damp cloth, changing the
damp blankets, softly chatting to her the
whole time, of little mundane things, trying
to keep the worry and fear out of her voice.
as Marluxion and her father stood quietly 
talking.  Marluxion made sure there was
a bed chamber ready for Bitsy's parents,
then went into his study.

Bitsy tossed and turned, her body seemed
to be on fire, her dreams were filled with
imagines of her hand, burning, glowing blue,
and she moaned feeling the heat of her body.
She dreamt of babies, bloody, strangling,
dying, of rain and ice and shivering cold.
Other imagines came and went in her fevered
dreams, strong hands and amber eyes, a voice
smooth as silk, telling her, she was his.
Bitsy heard Virlane's voice, her mothers
chatter, but it made no sense.  She felt
so tired so very, very tired.

At last, days later, her fever finally broke,
she felt as if every bone in her body ached,
Bitsy pushed her mother away, as she tried
to help Bitsy sit up to eat.  "I will be 
fine now, Mother, I think I can safely feed
myself without spilling." Bitsy held the
cup of broth in shaking hands and drank
a small amount at first, then gradually
finished the whole cup. She handed it 
back to her mother.  Bitsy smiled at
her, a smile that didn't reach her cold
black eyes.  Thamara told Bitsy that as
soon as she was able, they would be taking
her home, until she was fully recovered,
then she could return to Marluxion.

Bitsy smiled again, "there is no need
for me to return home, I shall be well
in a few days, I don't want to interrupt
my studies, I still have a great deal
to learn, you and father can return home
now, the rest of the family surely must
be needing your attention." then she
closed her eyes and slept.

Concerned Thamara sought out her husband
and Marluxion in his study. They were
talking about what to do when a banging
startled them.  Trink stood at the door
of the study, the elf looked his usual
dapper self, not a wrinkle on his clothes,
his shoes shining. the ever present bow
tied in his beard.  He sauntered into 
the room, greeting everyone.  "what's this
I hear about my little friend being sick?
We can't have that, not at all, who else
will listen to my tales and keep me company
on my morning constitutionals?  I will talk
to her and inform her that she must get 
well immediately." He beamed at the 3
as if his very presence made everything
right and all was well with the world.

Thamara took Trink to the bed chamber,
and left the two alone.  Trink climbed
onto the big bed, chuckling and mutter
about why dragons needed such large beds
but being dragons and all, they probably
needed all the room for romping.

Bitsy looked at Trink, as he muttered,
she stated, "You've gotten mud on the 
covers, Trink" He looked, muttering about 
the difficulty of keeping a good shine on 
his shoes with the weather the way it was."  
He blinked a few times, looking at his shoes
and the covers, as the mud disappeared and 
his shoes gleamed.  Looking at Bitsy "my my 
you've  come a long way in your studies, 
now I'm here to tell you, its time to get 
better, I can't have you laying here in bed 
when there is a certain lady elf that I want
you to be meeting."  he said, chuckling.

"I am well now, Trink, I simply need to
get my strength back.  Then I will be more
then happy to meet your lady friend, I'm
assuming she takes good care of your superior
parts, that being the case, you surely
don't want to be rid of her to soon."
Trink felt the ice of her voice run down
his spine and he shivered.

Climbing down off the bed, Trink put his
hands on his hips, "you maybe well now, but
you look wretched, my girl, why I think all
the meat has dropped off your bones, males
like a little bit of padding you know." 
laughing he left the room. Out in the
passage way he leaned against the wall
and took a deep breath, his knee's were
actually shaking.  The look she had given
him at his joking comment actually scared 
him.  Without talking much other then saying
his farewells, Trink left, muttering to 
himself about things needing to be fixed
up right and in its proper place again.

Bitsy slipped off the bed, her legs wouldn't
hold her and she fell to the floor, shaking,
she pulled herself up, she held onto the bed
until the room stopped spinning.  She closed
her eye's until the room righted itself, then 
she took a small wobbly step, then another, 
until she had gotten to the chair on the other 
side of the room, she collapsed into it, breathing
deeply, sweat pouring off her body.

She had just gotten back to the bed when her
mother entered the room, carrying a tray.
Thamara quickly set the tray down and went
to Bitsy, helping her back into the bed,
tucking the blankets around her, telling
Bitsy that she needed time to let her body
heal, that doing to much to quickly would
only slow down how soon she was fully
recovered.  Thamara set the tray on the
bed, she wanted to help her daughter but
knew from earlier that it wouldn't be 
appreciated, so she sat and chattered as
Bitsy slowly ate.  Moving the tray after
she was done, her mother pulled the blankets
over Bitsy, and sat quietly until she fell
into an exhausted sleep.

After a long discussion with Marluxion,
Bitsy's parents agreed there was nothing
more they could do at the moment, and
decided to once again leave Bitsy in
his old capable hands.  Even with her
mother Bitsy had refused to talk about
the night she had been caught in the
storm.  She simply shrugged and said
it had seemed so long ago that it wasn't
even worth mentioning.  Her parent's
hugged and kissed her goodbye, making
her promise if she needed them, she
would send a message. 

Bitsy moved back into her own sleeping
alcove, she took a long bath and washed
her hair, angry that her hands shook 
with fatigue by the time she was done.
She fell asleep still brushing her hair.
Later that night instead of eating in her 
bed, she sat with Marluxion in his study, 
just as they had always done. As he sent
her off to bed he said, "two weeks, child,
in two weeks time, we WILL discuss what
happened that night, and I am not so
easily put off as your mother".  Bitsy
simply nodded and quietly left the room.

The old dragon knew she still slept the
exhausted sleep her body needed to recover,
but he also had stood watching her as 
she slept, her dreams filled with things
that made her moan as if in pain, toss
and turn restlessly, cry out in anger.
He felt the two weeks he had given her
would give her more time to heal, to
recoup her strength.  Marluxion knew that
discussing something that had brought
such pain had to be done carefully, and
a tired, ill body was a defensive body.
He also knew he had to have her physically
well before he could help her emotionally,
it would be to difficult for her to recover
on both levels at once.

The next morning after breakfast, Bitsy sat
outside, bundled up in the warm winter clothes
her mother had brought her.  She turned her
face up to the sun, she had always loved the
feel of the sun on her face, it seemed to
sink into her heart and brighten it, but
not this time, she only felt cold inside.
She walked a short way down the path, then
back again.  Pushing herself she walked
a little further down the path, returning
once again, she sat on a small rock, catching
her breath. Without even realizing it she
had curled up and was soon fast asleep in
the warm glow of the sun.

In another part of the forest, Trink sat
at a table, hunched over his cup of wine,
muttering to himself, he didn't see anyone
standing at the table until a shadow blocked
his light, he looked up "get out of my light
boys, I can't see the pretties passing by with
you standing there blocking me view." he
told Keebler and WindWhispers.  They both
pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at
the usually dapper Trink, his clothes were
dusty and wrinkled, the bow in his beard,
seemed limp, perhaps due to the fact that
it had mistakenly gotten dunked into the
cup of wine a time or two.

"Lost me best buddy I did, saw it in her
eye's, gone, that's what she is, gone never
to return" he muttered with what sounded
almost like a sob.  Keebler slapped Trink
on the back, chortling "you'll find another
lady friend, Trink, you always do."
Trink grabbing his drink to keep it from
toppling, glowered at Keebler "not a lady
friend, you dunce, Bitsy!" he said as he went
back to muttering in his cup.
"Gone? of course she is gone, back to the
old dragon, right about now she is probably,
aging him another thousand years, if she
hasn't turned him into a daisy or something."

Hard, strong fingers wrapped around Trink's
wrist, forcing his cup held hand down to the
table, "where has Bitsy gone? Trink" asked
WindWhispers, his voice cold and demanding.
Keebler surprised at the tone of voice his
friend was using, watched the two trying
to understand what it was that he was missing.
"sick she is, got caught out in that terrible
first storm of the season, never seen the
old dragon so worried before." Trink told
WindWhispers, then started muttering about
her eyes.  "What about her eyes, Trink, tell
me the rest of it!" WindWhispers spoke in a
low urgent voice, pulling Trink from his
drunken haze.  "Cold, lifeless, black as
pits of coal, I ain't never been afraid of
nothing, why I've traveled all over the 
lands and seen many a frightening thing,
but I ain't never seen anything like the
look in her eyes.  I thought she was going
to hurt me." sobbed Trink into his cup.

"Keebler, take Trink home and pour him into
bed, I will be back later," WindWhispers
said as he stood up Keebler kept looking
from Trink back to WindWhispers, then back
again.  Watching him leave the tavern,
Keebler stood, looking even more confused,
WindWhispers and Bitsy? that couldn't be 
right, she was his little cousin, the
one who fell all over her own feet what
could WindWhispers possibly want with her.

Bitsy and Marluxion were in the study, both
reading, when WindWhispers arrived.  He tried
very hard to keep the shock from showing on
his face as he asked permission to enter.
Not only was she terribly thin, her once
vibrant hair, lay dull and lank against
her shoulders, the hollows in her cheeks
seem to emphasize how much weight she had
lost.  She looked so fragile, so tiny.

Greeting Marluxion first, then turning
to Bitsy, WindWhispers smiled at her,
"Trink mentioned you had been ill, I
came to see how you were faring."

It was the voice from her dreams, she
knew it was WindWhispers, she knew who
he was but the dreams seemed to swirl
around her in her mind, all she heard
was his voice, smooth as soft silk.
she slowly stood "I am not yours" her
voice seemed to hiss out the words.

Marluxion saw her hand come up, he
yelled her name, quickly trying to 
cast a spell of protection around 
WindWhispers.  Her hand glowed blue,
as she pointed at male fairy. He suddenly
went crashing back into the bookshelf,
his body felt as if he had been kicked
by a mule, again a blue glow came at
him, throwing his across the room.
"Enough! Bitsy", Marluxion's voice 
whipped across her mind and the
dreams that seemed to hold her.
She turned, not really seeing him,
not just her hand but her whole body
seemed to glow with a blue light,
The room started to shake as bolts
of blue lightning flew from her body.

an agony of pain shoot through Marluxion
as he pressed his paw to her forehead, 
She slumped down to the floor, not moving.
Going to WindWhispers, he quickly healed
the broken ribs and the dislocated shoulder.
Handing him a goblet of strong potent ale,
then taking one for himself he sat on the
floor next to the still dazed male fairy.

WindWhispers looked at Bitsy "is she dead?"
No, she isn't dead, just in an extremely deep
trance like sleep.  She wont awaken until
I tell her too.  "I don't understand, Marluxion,
why, why would she attack me? she was trying
to kill me!"  Taking a deep drink from his
goblet of ale, Marluxion looked at him,
"I'm not sure but I mean to find out, I
thought to give her time to heal, but after
what just occurred, I don't think I can.

"You healed the injuries she caused, why
didn't you heal her when she fell ill?"
Her mind wouldn't let me, it fought every
healing spell I tried, so I left her to
get well on her own, just helping with
needed medicines.  Had I thought she were
going to die, then I would have forced her
to accept my spells, but even though she
was very sick and I was concerned for her
I never thought she was dying.

Suddenly Marluxion stood up "Virlane is
outside, I must stop him before he comes 
in, I cant let him see what has happened 
here." and he left the room.  After sending
Virlane on his way, Marluxion stood in the
study doorway, he looked inside and watched
WindWhispers kneeling next to Bitsy, he
was gently brushing the hair back off her
face, he caressed her face with his finger
tips "you are mine, dearling, the ancient
ones told me, you were my treasure, my 
reward for the years of service I have
given them.  Perhaps like all treasures
you maybe illusive, but you will always
be mine."

Marluxion backed up and made a few noises
then entered the study, once again WindWhispers
was leaning against the bookcase, drinking 
his ale.  I think its time to find out
exactly what her dreams are telling her,
said the old dragon, bending down to pick
up Bitsy.  WindWhispers stood and walked
over "I will take her for you" he bent down
and picked her up, cradling her in his arms
he followed the old dragon. He laid her down 
on the bed in the sleeping alcove, then stepped 
back watching carefully.

The old dragon put his paw once again on Bitsy's
forehead and in a soft sing song voice said
"tell me your dreams, tell me everything you
see and hear and feel."  She moaned, fighting
the voice, she heard it once more.  Tossing
and turning, she slowly, with halting words
told of, dead babies, blood, a dragons roar, 
of a woman screaming over and over again.
Of rain and ice and cold, of a voice smooth 
as silk saying "you are mine." she cried out 
in pain, rubbing her hand, it burnt, it hurt, 
but she couldn't stop it.  She moaned again,
becoming more and more agitated.

Again the old dragon placed his paw on her
forehead "let your dreams go, let them 
vanish into mist, far, far, away.  Tell 
me of that night, from the time you left
your parents home until the time you returned
to here to the lair."
This time the words rushed out, in typical
Bitsy style, about tree tops and wide eyed
unexpected kisses, of dragoness's falling
from the sky, of a naked pregnant woman,
she told of getting Katrina to the tower
room, of finding Drapper, she shivered
as she remembered the lady screaming as
the child was pushed from her body.
She cried as she spoke about the cord
around the child's neck,  tremors shook
her as she started to rub her hand again,
the bewilderment in her voice as she 
spoke of Virlane and his words, then the
storm, the rain and ice and cold, of
trying to reach out to Marluxion, then
suddenly being in the lair.
She stopped, laying limp, gasping as
she shivered, remembering the fever,
the pain, hating herself for being ill.
Marluxion told her to sleep, a long,
restful sleep.  He waited until he was
sure that she slept deeply, then left the
room followed by a very quiet WindWhispers.

The two returned to the study, the old
dragon set about putting books back on
the shelves, straightening things that
had fallen over, he ran a talon down
a crack in the wall.  Several times he
turned and looked at the male fairy,
who was trying to fix a broken chair.
Finally not being able to stand the
silence any longer, WindWhisper spoke
"I've lost her haven't I? she will 
always think of my voice as being part
of that night, won't she?" he felt like
crying, raging at the fates and the 
ancient ones.

"Perhaps not, time heals all wounds, 
these just may take longer than others."
Marluxion put a paw on the fairies 
shoulder and squeezed gently.  "You
have one year of service left to the
ancient ones, at the end of that time
she will either have healed or become
someone we will all be better off not
having known."  At the startled look
on his face, the old dragon sighed
sadly, "you saw the power she is capable
of today, a power she used to injure 
another being.  As she grows older it
will only grow more powerful, return
to the ancient one's and put a little
faith in this old dragon."

Weeks passed, life settled back into
a routine, of chores and study, Bitsy
slowly regained her strength and put
back on the weight she had lost.
Each day after the noon meal, she had
started taking walks, never following
the same path, she wandered farther
and farther into the forest, she knew
she was looking for something but wasn't
sure what it was, she sighed, in time,
all things in its own time, as Marluxion
would say.

On this particular day she hadn't gone that
deeply into the forest, she was wrapped
warmly in thick wool leggings, a heavy
shirt and undershirt, her cape was tied
tightly and the hood pulled up around her
cheeks.  The wind was blowing slightly and
there was a frost in the air, the sun
seemed to come and go as the clouds passed
over.  Her feet barely made a sound on
the hard frozen ground. 

Hearing a human voice, Bitsy hide behind 
a tree, she looked carefully around, the
voice came closer. Bitsy didn't dare move
as the legs of a human came into view,
then the human sat down, leaning against
the tree, talking to the horse he held
the reins too. "We are in a fine mess now,
old boy, first lost, now you've hurt your
leg.  From the look of the sky we could
be in for a storm." he knelt down by his
horse and checked his leg.
Bitsy watched his hands, they were gentle
on the animal, he spoke kindly to it,
which was unusual for humans, they seemed
to always blame an animal for their own
misfortunes.

"I guess we will just take it slow and easy,
old boy, the Duke and Duchess's Keep has to
be here somewhere, I'm sure, my mistake
in thinking I could cut through the forest."
He started to rise to his feet then stopped.
Continuing to run his hand over the horses
leg, he kept his eye on the tree, he was
sure he had seen a movement, probably a
woodland animal, but not being familiar
with the area, he had no idea if there
were wolves or bears here and it was
always better to be safe then sorry.

Bitsy threw a small stone out into the bushes,
as soon as the human went cautiously to look, 
she ran her hands down over the horses leg, 
whispering to it, then quickly ran back behind 
the tree.  She wished she could get a better 
look at the human but he was covered, with a 
huge coat, and long black boots, his face was
in the shadows of the hat he wore.

Returning to his horse, even more confused,
he had been sure he had heard and noise 
and seen the bushes rustle, but, he had
other more important things to worry about,
like getting to his destination before
the storm hit.

He picked up the reins and stood looking
at the forest weighing his options as to
what direction to go in.  Old boy, pawed
at the ground, as if eager to be on his
way also.  Bending down he looked at the
horses leg, it seemed to be fine, no more
swelling or tenderness. Had he not been
a well disciplined knight, he would have
shivered and made the sign of the cross.
He had heard tales all his life about
forest folk, fairies, elves and gnomes.
but had always laughed and offered the
person telling the tale another drink.

He swung up into the saddle and looked
around once more. He turned Old Boy in
the direction he thought the keep would
be, the horse shook his head and went 
in the other direction, he tried once
again to turn the horse but Old Boy
was only going to go one way and that
was it. Nodding and prancing as if 
showing off, the horse once again
pawed the ground.  The human shrugged,
"lead on, you seem to know the way
better then I."  As he rode off the
man turned and saluted.

Bitsy giggled, a sound she hadn't made
in a very long time, then realizing it
had gotten very late, she quickly returned
to the lair. Taking off her cape and heavy
boots, she entered the study, Marluxion
watched her settle herself at the desk,
neither said a word.  She read for awhile,
absently turning pages. She looked up at
the old dragon, "yes?" he inquired.

"I hurt him didn't I?"  The two had never
spoken of the day WindWhispers had come to
visit.  Marluxion had decided to wait until
she brought the subject up, he wasn't even
sure if she remembered it as an actual event
or if she thought it had been part of her
tormented dreams. When she had wakened from
her deep dreamless sleep the next day, it
was as if the event had never occurred.
She was no longer bothered by the dreams,
but neither had she returned to the Bitsy
of old, she still looked out at the world
with eyes black and devoid of emotion.

Weighing his words carefully, Marluxion
spoke, "Yes you did, nothing I couldn't
fix, but the injury was done.  Do you
know why it happened?"  Bitsy sat looking
at her hands folded tightly in front of
her on the desk. "Not really, all I can
remember is thinking that he had come to
hurt me, to take me away, then all I
heard was a woman screaming.  I recall
raising my hand, but that's all until I
woke the next day.  What did I do?"




























































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