It didn't seem like anything special was going on.
A green-eyed summer full of velvet evenings, gifts of nature, dew and bird's trills went on in its turn. Full of life to the brim. I did not want to remember the past, I wanted to be here and now. Everything was wrapped in greenery, every grass had a feeling of power, the shimmering river seemed to be glad to see Vodiana as a good old friend. Together with Margarita they ate raspberry, and everything was fine, as Pauline kept telling herself. But inside, there was still some strange grain between the ribs, sometimes reminiscent of itself with either a tickle or a shiver.
In the daytime, it was easy to chase away uncomfortable thoughts from herself, unless she saw a violator of her peace of mind - then for a long time failed to get rid of vague pictures and dialogues, attacking the head.
Most often Seva appeared in her field of vision with some beautiful witch, an empty look, a happy smile - how they all bore Pauline! Sometimes the frustration helped to get Serena and her prey out of her head, but sometimes the Waterman suddenly imagined for herself that it was she who was going with Zigray Ovrazhkin next to her, as if he was saying something quietly to her. As if he was so attentive to her.
And when a few minutes later, Pauline, having grasped, once again thought with fear that she could succumb to the spell of uncleanness, somewhere in the stomach was still pouring heat, and the gray eyes were looking, albeit past her friends, but still meaningful and sad.
But every sense of meaning disappeared with the night. Dreams could not control, probably, and the self-coldness of Zaigray-Ovrazhkin, not like a little water witch. And if she has long been accustomed to nightmares, the paintings that came from time to replace them, literally knocked out. At the same time, they were both forgotten and remained a sticky feeling in the abdomen and confusion in the heart.
She entered the shining water that enveloped every centimeter of pale skin, and the power flowed through the veins of a young witch. The river picked up the light body, filling it with ancient energy, carrying thoughts far away, sharpening its senses. Waves whispered to the faithful friend their secrets accumulated over the years, sang about other people's sorrows and joys, retold the dreams of the endless forest, tied in a circle with the river. Exciting moments merged into one, until suddenly stopped because of the presence of someone else. Someone huge, dark, winged. You can't see it. You can feel it.
The creature was drawn to the shore irresistible force. Pulled to its center, not allowing resisting, leaving no chance. Bow your head in front of the one against whom each drop of black blood protested, kneel before the mighty elements, to surrender to her mercy.
The dark winged slowly enters the water, and the sorcerer leaves the power. She herself walks towards the cocoon of black claws and wings. There is no fear. And the expected pain does not come, instincts disappear, and the little fragile girl is held in her arms by a dark-haired guy. Everything is very simple. Just touch it, just open it.
It is a pity that this simple truth is flowing out of consciousness, it is worth opening your eyes.
All that time nothing special happened to Seva, for which he was very grateful to fate. The new summer in Zarechye has blossomed, the air has become hot and the days are long. After the consecration, several sorcerers from other cities moved to the village, among them Katya, who was going to further study healing.
Such a kind face, so soft and long blonde hair. Walking in the woods, cheerful jokes, an important topic for both - healing.
But soon the Airman realizes - inside again the emptiness.
It was as if he had been sewn by an old blinded master, sewn, perhaps, with good quality, and still left a gap in his heart. And nothing can stay there for long, all the feelings fall out, all the images get bored. But there is something wrong with Vodiana. It seems that she was never there, but all these strange feelings as if clinging to the unstitched edge, got into the fabric, lurking in the weave of threads for the time being. And there is nothing. Then why is it so restless, why does each time itch between the ribs, it is worth to meet with the eyes of Polina Fensho-Brusnikina?
And in the head all the memories climbed. New and new hours and days in the body of the kite, and all to a single thought of one thing: "Call me. He goes next to Katya, he hears her chirping, tries hard to stay in reality, but no - in his thoughts only one question: "what if? And there are too many extensions."