The Seers Awakening

[Iskander]

Trydian knelt when Sebilla asked him to. He let her put the dye in his hair while his mind wandered. He suspected that his father had finally kept his word, and given him the power that he deserved. He was glad of that, at least; Vylrath had earned some respect for that action. He was also glad that the foul Vuri taint was removed from him. The world had become duller as his eyes became blinded to the flows of mana. It was a useful sight, and he thought he might have to find a way to restore it.

When Sebilla asked him for his help, he moved mechanically to provide it. There were so many options ahead of him that he was almost dazzled by the possibilities. He came back to himself when the water washed over his head, clearing the excess dye. When the last bit of dye was gone, he stood and shook his head briefly. "Prepare the men. We will be along shortly," Trydian addressed his guard, who bowed. If the man was disturbed in the slightest by Trydian's double-voice, he didn't show it. He turned and vanished from the room, leaving only Trydian and Sebilla.

"I have seen your pain, sister. I cannot heal it, but I can provide you a boon that I know. It will dull the pain." He held his hand out to her and began to sing. He pulled at the remnants of the power he had built earlier, weaving it around both of them. He couldn't see the weaves, but he knew their shape. Strength would flow from him and into her. Nerves that had been sending signals of pain would be quieted, though the damage to her body was not touched. When he finished his spell, Trydian smiled at her-- not the smile of a power hungry warmonger, but a genuine smile. "We call it a warrior's healing. It allows men to fight on, even when they have been injured. We'll bring you to mother now, so she can heal whatever it is that the traitor did."