Chapter 101. The Beauty Within

CYRAN

The air he exudes is quite contagious. I can tell it’s gotten to Saelyna, but I don’t think I like him. I want to. He has a natural coolness to him, his deliberate footsteps makes it look like he could literally flutter away any moment he so chooses.

His words flash through my head again. ‘Your bond…allows you channel, not just your thoughts or magic, but your feelings; unknowingly or otherwise.’

I take a glance at Sawlyna. That must be it. I’m channeling her feelings, and not mine.

Aren’t I?

Presently, a couple of children looking to be in their tweens take away the plates, and replace them with two large bowls of fruits. I sniff at the smell of ripe wixars and pelavias, but I don’t make a move.

Ryon, giving me an amused glance, takes a bite of fruit from each bowl, and then gestures for us to follow. Dell snatches a particularly large wixar, and bites into its green back.

“Eat, Cyran. You are at home with the Children of Miela,” R