Brigid shuffled into the Mystic Rose Inn and sat down with a sigh. She conjured a drink. Well, Life was just great she assured herself sarcastically.Oh yeah, Briggy, Just wonderful. Your husband and you are separated and Stefanie and Ceidre still depend on you. You�re doing great She downed another of the 180 proof rum, and then another. God, drinking made her feel flirty.
At that moment, the door opened and a tall male, around 6 feet entered. He had black hair, but contradictory blue swirled eyes. They mixed deep cobalt with a light teal. Brigid couldn�t help being attracted to him. He sat down in a booth and slumped with a glass of wine he had just conjured. Brigid stood and walked over, sitting across from him.
�Hello,� she said softly.
�Hello,� he returned the same.
�My name is Brigid Siqueland. Yours?�
�Starlear Lightsheer,� he said looking up to her finally. He didn�t expect what looked at him. The 5 foot six inch sandy blonde hair, greenish-eyed woman. Small delicate hands were wrapped around her glass.
�Would you be interested in conversation?� she questioned. Beauty and Intelligence, HELP he thought.
�Y...Yes, I�d love some.� He choked back. She smiled. She seemed very modest about her beauty.
�Starlear is an interesting name. Where did you get it?� she inquired.
�My mother was a water elemental. My father was the wind. I am an elemental mixture of both. I was the only child they had, or could have had. So I was the star in their eyes.�
�An elemental? Hmm. Does anybody own your heart, Star?� she asked, shortening his name. He grinned slightly.
�Yes, There is a woman, Lailahel. She owns my heart.� He said softly but lovingly.
�That is good. Love. It is very good� Brigid started. They continued speaking on about past, family, and on Brigid�s daughters, Stefanie and Ceidre.
After an hour, Starlear stood. Brigid looked up. �I must go, Brigid� he stated gently. Brigid nodded. He disappeared into thin air, as most magicians did. In front of her a rose sat on the table. However, it was distinctly different, Brigid noticed. It was blue. The petals pure rich blue. She picked it up, and set it to her heart and stood, walking out with the sense of freindship.
Sitting under a tree, Brigid pulled her cloak tighter around herself. It was the middle of winter and although they lacked snow, the air was very cold. She shivered as she waited for Star. They�d known each other six months now and adored their freindship. They were like brother and sister; they knew so much of each other.
Suddenly it started snowing but only above Brigid. She looked up. �STARLEAR!� she yelled with a smile. She was used to his antics by now. He appeared behind her.
�Yes, Dear?�
�Star, stop the snow. Please.� He did as she requested. She stood, shrugging her cloak off her shoulders. Star smiled at how beautiful she looked in the midnight blue velvet dress. He watched Brigid walk to him.
All of a sudden, she tackled him, taking him to the ground like a teenager instead of the mid-thirties mother of two that she was.
They fought playfully, but knew who was stronger and who would win. After a few minutes, they were both gasping for air as Star straddled over Brigid, a victory grin on his lips. Her hair, coming out of the beautiful french twist it was in, broke in wisps around her face. Brigid pouted.
�Aw, dear, you�ll win next time, maybe.�
�Yes, if we didn�t ever fight. I might win...� she trailed off. He leaned down and she only had to look up a half foot to see him. She smiled slightly. He leaned down the rest of the way, kissing her in a lingering kiss with a passion both had not experienced in such intensity. He deepened the kiss and she put her arms up around his neck, gently letting her tongue touch his lips. His own tongue gently met hers and in a playful manner they tugged and pulled. It was Star who broke the kiss.
�Brigid, I...we...shouldn�t...Lailahel...Kain...we�re both married.� He got up off her and she sat up, still in slight shock.
�I�m not married to Kain. I came to tell you I filed for divorce on abandonment charges and it was granted. How...How long has it been since you�ve seen Lailahel?�
�A while, dear, but people in love just do that.� He said with a shrug.
�Lailahel, please...stay,� Starlear wheezed gasping for breath.
�No!� Lailahel said standing at the door. �I don�t want to get sick! God, Starlear! Think about someone besides yourself!�
�Lailahel...� he started, and passed out on the couch. She slammed the door, leaving and not planning to see if he had just died or not. She really could have cared less.
Brigid walked over to Star�s not half an hour later, opening the unlocked door. She thought it was rather odd, but shrugged it off. He was on the couch. She walked over to him, hitting his boot. �Star, get up, you sleepy head!� He didn�t move. �Star?� she knelt beside him. He played jokes on her, but never anything this cruel. She touched a hand to his cheek. It burned her skin it was so hot. �Starlear!� she gasped. She ran to the kitchen, grabbing some smelling salts and waking him, although he was still mostly asleep and tranced in fever.
She put his arm over her shoulder and practically carried him to his bed. She stripped off his boots, his shirt, and his breeches, leaving him only in his boxers and put him under the covers. She got a basin of cool water and started to try to cool him. It was almost 4 in the morning as she touched his skin. It finally was starting to cool after her 7 hours of soaking him with cold water. She set the basin aside she sighed. He slept soundly. She got on the other side of the bed, and lay near him. She thought she could get a few winks of sleep, and she�d wake up if he got warm this way.
As she woke, only 2 hours later, she really did not feel too tired. His arm had wrapped around her waist. Brigid supposed it was subconscious of his wife and gently slid from his embrace checking his fever and cooling him more. Even though it had gone down quite a bit, he was still warm. Once he was cooled, to a normal 98-degree temperature, she laid down beside him again, sleeping through the afternoon.
When next she woke, it was late afternoon, almost 5. He slipped into the room, wearing only his breeches. She smiled to him. �How are you feeling?� she asked him.
�I should be asking the same thing. I am fine. I worry for you, my dear.� He said softly.
�I�m quite alright.� She said. He nodded as he walked over to her. He put a hand on her waist and kissed her gently, as if it was the most common thing in the world. She looked to him curiously.
�Thank you, Brigid. Lailahel left when she found out I was sick, saying asking her to stay was only selfish.�
�Star, that isn�t selfish, that�s the way life is! You give up things for your soulmate.�
�Thank you, Brigid� he said, not replying to her comments. He kissed her again and slipped on a shirt. She left and made dinner for both of them. Lailahel had yet to return, and both Star and Brigid doubted she would. Yet neither said anything to each other on the topic.
It had been almost a month, and Star and Lailahel�s divorce had finalized just this week. Brigid was sitting on the couch with a book when Star walked in. He walked over and sat to her side. She smiled.
�What are you reading, Brig?� he questioned. She handed him the book. The book was in French. She just laughed, as he looked at it bewildered. She laid her head in his lap, and continued to read. He played with her hair. �Where are Stefanie and Ceidre?� He asked.
�Ceidre is with Eric. Stefanie is with Artemis. This is normal my dear, you will rarely see them now.�
�Wrong you are. I see Ceidre nightly and Stefanie often enough.�
Brigid shrugged. �That would figure.�
�I love you, Brigid.�
�And I you, Star�
�Are you living with me, Brigid?�
�It seems so, Star. You rarely let me leave this house!� She cried to him. He laughed.
�Yes, well, I�m afraid if you leave you won�t come back. You have everything you need.� He stated. She nodded.
�Brigid?�
�Hmm?� she questioned. He took the book and marked it. He set it aside on the table and she looked very curiously to him. He took her hand and very gently, kissed it. A ring of sapphire appeared on her finger. Literally a sapphire gem cut into a ring and polished with silver studs on it was there. A �reverse� ring. Her eyes widened at the beauty of it. Star leaned to her and kissed her collarbone, then her neck and whispered in her ear.
�Marry me, Brigid. If not for anything else but for me to finally be able to after so long.�
�You... aren�t joking?� she gasped. He shook his head. She just stared, at a total loss for words.
�You don�t have to answer immediately if you do not wish too...� she said softly.
Her voice came as nothing more than a soft whisper. �Of course, I want to. I love you, and will marry you.�
�I love you too Brigid.�
�Who would have ever thought?�
�I did. Remember when I was sick, you said a soulmate always stays with you. It�s part of love. It was then I knew you were mine. Forever. You cared for me.�
� How could I leave you. Even a friend would not let you suffer like that. You needed it. I am only curious as to why your arm was around me, if you are not so close with Lailahel?�
�Because I knew who had taken care of me. And I loved you for it, and I wanted you to be close to me. So I brought you close. You deserve a storybook wedding.�
�No, star...�
�No arguments, you do,� he said with a kiss that could make her forget the argument existed at all in the first place.
As all storybook weddings go, with things being perfect, I would say our wedding was the furthest from storybook as they go. Star and I had been engaged for almost 5 months. Neither of us made very much move to get married, but I did make the suggestion a few times with subtle hints that I knew he understood.
It was finally one day that he came home to me and pulled me out of the chair in front of the warm fire and put my velvet cloak around me. He replaced my seat in front of the fire with walking through the cold winter air outside. We went to one of my daughter�s taverns. Ceidre�s to be exact. Inside was decorated with some beautiful flowers that had to have been gathered by magic for surely no flowers such as these grew in winter.
He pulled off my cloak and his own and we walked up to the front. There sat a priestess. The wedding went by in a blur to me, but Ceidre, Eric, and Stefanie, who was single at that time, told me it was beautiful. They think Star cried, however I didn�t shed a tear. It has been almost 7 months since then, and it will be leaning to autumn again soon. Our child is due any day now. Neither of us have decided on a name. But it might just have to be his mother�s name, for defying nature and meeting the water, and having my Star.
-Brigid Siqueland-Lightsheer
*~*~*~*THE END~*~*~*~*
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