Aimea Saul ~ departure

Shadowdancer Chapter 31

part of: Shadowdancer

by Carrie Radna

Hope surged in Frieda’s heart as Kenjaon walked through the waterwall adjacent to her room. She took this to be a good sign; she was apprehensive after her and Gilga’s confrontation in the garden, when Kenjaon suddenly walked away leaving her there alone. She wondered if he was still angry with her…or was he angry with her to begin with? Kenjaon smiled at her as he approached closer. She felt giddy and light.

“I have great news for you,” he started to say, but she interrupted him.

“Listen, I want to apologize to you personally…I was such a bitch to your father, or mother…I don’t blame you if you hate me for what I’ve done…”

“Why should I hate you?” he asked her.

You mean…you’re not mad at me?”

“No, not at all!”

“But why did you leave so fast?” Frieda wanted to know.

“I received a message from my transmitter that another human is coming to Wýl. That’s why Gilga was searching for me,” Kenjoan explained calmly.

Frieda breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t the total bitch she had imagined that she was. But does he still like me? After the toning in the garden, all of her thoughts revolved around Kenjaon. She had never been in love or even had a crush before this. She wanted to cover him up with kisses, to trace his watery skin, to completely lose herself in his arms and body. She was afraid that she would never feel this incredible again. Worse yet, she was more afraid that he did not feel the same way about her.

Kenjaon saw her eyes shining at him. He felt conflict inside. What he had to say next would take her away from him before something could physically happen between them. Ever since she appeared in Wýl from a far-off dimension, he intensely liked her. Kenjaon tried to suppress his inner urgings by reasoning that she was still too small, but her brain and spirit effortlessly outgrew her tiny body. Still, he stayed away, under the pretense that she was his patient. His memory of them almost kissing still flooded his mind. They were so close: the sweet scent of her, her smooth skin, the fire that burned in her eyes as she tried to lean in closer before Gilga had to disturb them…

The possibility of a moment loving her consumed him.

But she was completely well—another human was coming—

Kenjaon suddenly looked sad.

“What’s wrong?” Frieda asked him, concerned.

“I have good news, but you will not like it…”

“What do you mean? Come, sit down beside me,” she offered.

Damn, get a hold of yourself, he thought as he sat beside her on the bed. Her natural aroma penetrated his insides, driving him crazy with desire. Remaining completely cool and still, he continued, "You are fully healed now," he informed her.

Frieda jumped up with delight, screaming, “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

But his face remained despondent. She looked down at him and stopped jumping. She could not understand why he was acting so serious. Sitting down, she asked,“What’s wrong?”

“You have to leave Wýl,” he informed her.

Frieda couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Why?” she demanded.

“Because your resting period is now finished. You need to go to Thíä-ei’r next to train to be a warrior.”

“But…I don’t want to leave!” she pleaded. He can’t do this to me, she told herself.

“You have to,” Kenjaon answered, sounding more insistent. “Another human has arrived from Earth, and he is wounded like you. We only work on one human until he or she is better.”

“But…that’s unfair!” she screamed angrily. She felt used up like an old rag doll. She also assumed that Kenjaon did not care for her at all; if he truly liked her, he would let her stay. Her heart started to slowly break in two.

“I’m sorry…” he started to tell her, but she then confronted him. Frieda had to know the truth, “I thought that you liked me.”

“I do.”

“But why are you sending me away? Is it because of what almost happened in the garden? I couldn’t help but be drawn to you…I feel so confused!”

She stood up and turned away from Kenjaon, wanting to escape. However, her legs seemed so heavy, like stone. She couldn’t move. He stood up and touched her shoulders from behind. His hands felt warm. She tried to resist, but she knew with him she was way over her head if she had any chance of establishing control. She turned towards him, totally helpless. Kenjaon leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. Her entire head melted into his, becoming swirling liquid.

Whenever a human mates with a De’aiîo’ean, it is so easy to dissolve into their bodies. (Imagine the best kiss or sex that you ever had, dear reader. You feel like you are melting into your partner; his or her body is one with yours, while the movement and the sounds are coming from mouths and other orifices, and your head is completely gone. You feel that you are flying into space, exploding into the heavens like a shooting star or rushing into the sea, with the waves covering both of your bodies with salty liquid, while in reality the two are you are landlocked in the bed, coming and experiencing endless orgasms.) Now…multiply that sensation about ten times. That is the overall sensation of lovemaking, kissing or having sex with a De’aiîo’ean.

(Frieda only kissed him in that particular moment. Sorry to disappoint you…)

He finally released her. She did not know how long she was under his spell. Wiping her face free of liquid, she collapsed on the bed. Her eyes were wild. Her thoughts whirled in her brain; she could not speak. He simply took her hand gently into his own.

“I’m sorry, but you have to leave. I want you to stay, but you cannot be under the water for very much longer. If you don’t leave, you will never be able to stand on dry land again, and you will either die soon or become mad,” he warned her.

“I don’t care,” she told herself. She was in love with him. But her mouth remained numb. He continued, “I don’t want you to become insane. You need to go forth and complete your mission so you will have the ability to help others in need in your own dimension. I don’t want to become a puppet. Humans and De’aiîo’eans are not able to live together.”

“Huh?”

“We are very different creatures, only capable of romance that does not result in a permanent union. De’aiîo’eans don’t even marry each other. We fall in love with everyone who arrives, but the relationship does not stay intact. Such a possibility of total commitment would be impossible…”

Finally, she was able to speak, “Do you love me?”

“Yes.”

“But…it would be impossible to see you again?”

“I did not say that,” he answered.

“Wait…if I could see you again,”

“Yes…”

“Then, we would continue?”

“Yes. You will need to grow and learn first though.”

Frieda suddenly felt like an infant. She was embarrassed. She looked down at her hands cradled in her lap, hoping that she could die right there. Kenjaon took her hands into his, lifting them up into his mouth, concentrating on each finger. She closed her eyes, loving the sensation of her body, the sparks that pulsed throughout her nervous system. But before she could free her sensibility one more time, the door of her room opened. Both Kenjaon and Frieda looked up. There was a strange being standing there, with pale, wrinkled skin, a shock of carrot-red hair, and eight twisted fingers on each hand, in different shapes and sizes, holding a backpack. Her backpack.

“Who the hell are you?” she asked him.

“Your ride to Thíä-ei’r,” the Crumatibian replied, grinning.