“There’s healing magic, why doesn’t someone heal you?” I asked.
He cocked his head, with a look of:you have to ask?
Right, shifters aren’t worth it.
Screw that.
I laid my hand on the skin above the bandages and closed my eyes. It was what Rook had done when he’d healed me. I really had no idea what I was doing, nor any expectations it would work, but one of the few things I remembered from class today was:magic is transforming the anima within you into the effect you desire. I desired Myel to not be bleeding through his bandages. I concentrated on that, and my hand touching him, and his wound.
It took a minute or two of focus before… energy flowed out of me.
Myel gasped, then sighed heavily with relief. “What…?”
“Did that work?” I asked, blinking my eyes open.
Myel nodded slowly. “I felt it.” He gingerly unwrapped the bandages, and when they fell away a long fresh scar ran along his side.
“You healed me,” he gasped. “When did you learn to do that?”
I shrugged. “Just… tried it.”
He breathed out a laugh. “I should have known you’d be special,” he whispered. “Nymphs have water affinity, and water is closely associated with healing and transmutation magic, but I still would have expected you’d need a few weeks of study before you could do anything like this.”
Yeah, me too.
Cool!
I could use magic to do something useful! Not just randomly shift my features or pour the perfect shot.
I stood and finished undressing as he mulled things over.
“I supposed it’s possible,” he began slowly, “that the increased magic in this realm is bringing out some latent talents within you…” his last word trailed off in a long “ooooo” sound as his gaze caught on me.
One of the things I’d bought today was something to sleep in, a silky number with a camisole top and sexy little shorts.
“You like?”
It was clear he did. If his widened eyes and dilated pupils hadn’t spelled it out, the bulge in his pants and the rather hot blossom of desire through our connection told me all I needed to know.
And his lust billowing through our bond sparked my own.
Something told me I wouldn’t be wearing this for long.
After a quick and steamy fuck, with me sitting on my desk, legs wrapped around Myel as he stood and delivered — and we both tried to keep quiet so no one would hear us — we lay satisfied, wrapped together, in my bed. I wasn’t one for snuggling, but being this close to Myel soothed all my cares away and I needed that if I was going to get any sleep tonight.
“Sleep well,” he whispered behind me, kissing my hair. Hair which was fading from platinum blond back to light brown. I really needed to learn to control that. I should make friends with another nymph… if I could.
One more item to add to my long list of things to do andlearn and be. Luckily, I wasn’t worried about that list while Myel held me close.
I woke to mynewphone’s alarm — which Vyns had helped me set — at six-thirty in the morning. I should have plenty of time before my first class… for real. I didn’t understand this whole thirty-hour-day equals twenty-six of my old hours, but I didn’t have to. I just had to live with it.
And it seemed Myel and I had finally done enough to satisfy the bond, since we both felt a light pleasantattachmentthe next day, no need for morning sex. He kissed me, dressed, andshadow-steppedaway.
I needed a shower, but I knocked on my door to the shared bathroom before I went in.
“Come in, I’m indecent,” came Rook’s silky voice.
I didn’t really want to see him naked again today.
