Fathoms of Forgiveness (Sacred Breath, Book 2) (8 page)

“There is always seismic activity here.” Aazuria forced a small smile. “This is the ring of fire, after all.”

Gingerly and afraid, Aazuria extended her arms.

Elandria moved forward within the warm, salty mineral water and hugged Aazuria around the waist rather aggressively, to assert that she was feeling better. She gave the older woman a reassuring smile before pulling away to converse with her hands.

“
Sionna told me everything. I am so happy that you were able to defeat Atargatis. I must admit that when she shot me I spent my last seconds of consciousness fearing the worst for you. I cried tears of joy to learn that you were alive and well. Poor Corallyn. She was so distraught about the whole situation. How is she? Why has she not come to visit me?”

Aazuria reached out and gently touched Elandria’s long white braid which floated in the water. The water was dark, but the tapetum lucidum in her eyes allowed her to take in enough light to make out her sister’s face and figure. She swallowed before responding. She hated to lie to her noble sister who had always been completely honest with everyone.

“
Corallyn is doing well. She will come visit you soon.”

“
Thank heavens,”
Elandria signed. She smiled, moving a hand down to clutch her chest. The arrow had gone through her back and pierced her heart. It had taken a strained combination of modern medicine and traditional healing methods to save her. “
I have been so concerned about Corallyn’s state of mind. I wish I could speak with her. Imagine learning that your mother is alive only to lose her straightaway!”

Aazuria did not know exactly how to respond. She nodded slowly before moving her hands. “
I am sure that Coral will be just fine. The most upsetting thing to her in this whole mess was that you were injured. Now that you are recovering, her spirits will improve.”

“I hope so,”
Elandria signed. “
Please let her know that I will be perfectly fine. I will return to the castle once Sionna allows it.”

“I will tell her,”
Aazuria said, almost cringing as she formed the lies with her hands.

Elandria immediately picked up on her discomfort.
“What is wrong? Aazuria, why are you being dishonest with me?”

“I… have to go,”
Aazuria said. She swam to the edge of the hot spring and lifted herself out quickly, in such a swift motion that Elandria could not protest. Aazuria frowned to see Naclana standing there, with his eyes downcast. A gallon of dread socked her in the gut.

“Naclana, what’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.

Elandria was carefully lifting herself out of her healing pod as her sister spoke, and she had to take a moment to adjust to breathing the air. Usually, the transition was more or less seamless, but she had been instructed not to leave the water at all until her health was less delicate. She had even been restricted to taking her (unusually thoroughly cooked and mostly mushy) meals underwater. Breathing the air felt like hyperventilating in comparison with breathing water. The way that the lungs extracted oxygen from the air was a very different, rapid process. It was like overdosing on sugar for an instantaneous burst of energy instead of slowly digesting complex carbohydrates. Elandria’s body was overwhelmed, and she had to exert a great effort in concealing this. Through her dizziness, she read the expression on Naclana’s face.  

Naclana noticed her movement and he paused before speaking. “Princess Aazuria, you will have to come with me to receive my news. Visola is waiting in the garden.”

Aazuria understood that he was suggesting that Elandria should not be present to hear whatever information he carried. She nodded and turned back to her sister. “Elandria, you need to stay in the water. I will be back shortly, okay?”

Elandria understood Naclana’s meaning as well, and her heartbeat immediately began to quicken. The strain on the newly-mended organ caused each beat to actually send sharp pain through her chest. She could acutely feel how challenging it was for her heart muscles to send the blood circulating through her body, and how difficult it was to deal with the massive influx of unnecessary oxygen. She admirably battled the urge to place her hand on her chest.

Instead Elandria pulled herself completely out of the water and approached her sister and the messenger. Her legs threatened to buckle as the world spun around her, but she willed them steady.
“No,”
she signed. “
If it involves Coral, then I need to be there.”

“You should not leave the hot springs, Elandria. You are still healing. Sionna would kill us all. You heard her orders…”

“Why are you treating me like an infant?”
Elandria furiously signed.
“I need to know, Aazuria. Show me the minimum measure of respect!”

Aazuria hesitated, glancing at Naclana briefly for advice. His eyes were wide, and his lips parted as though he was about to protest, but no sound emerged. She gave him a stern, knowing look, requesting for him to speak up against Elandria coming along to make her look less like the bad guy. He did not utter a sound. She shook her head with impatience.

“Fine. Come on then.” Aazuria went to her sister’s side, and offered her an arm for support. The two girls slowly followed Naclana through the corridors of the infirmary until they reached a room not too far away. The garden was a dimly-lit space which was carpeted with various forms of mushrooms. A small trickle of a waterfall adorned the Southern wall. Many medicinal remedies were nursed and harvested from the damp soil and rocks.

Elandria smiled at the sight of the beautiful room, and the fragrant scent of growth which reached her nostrils. She squeezed Aazuria’s hand thankfully before freeing her hands to speak in signage.
“The walk has been good for me. Thank you for allowing me to come along. I want to be at your side whether the news is positive or negative.”

Aazuria nodded, reaching out to embrace her sister again, and holding on tightly for a moment longer than she had intended to. “Whatever happens, Elandria, promise me you will stay calm. For the sake of your health. We must be unemotional.”

Elandria nodded. When her older sister pulled away from her, she lifted her hands to her thick white braid and began to toy with it nervously. The two women walked forward, into the room where three members of the Ramaris family were waiting for them, spanning three generations. It was not uncommon in submerged settlements like Adlivun to have many more than three generations of family together at once.

Trevain, his mother Alcyone, and his grandmother Visola all sat near the waterfall quietly chatting. There were several guards in the room, since Visola had made a point of beefing up the security since Corallyn’s abduction. Elandria noticed this and her anxiety intensified.

“Is this all of us?” Visola asked impatiently. “Naclana, I’m a very busy woman.”

“This will do,” Naclana said, fidgeting. “I’m just not too sure that Elandria should be here.”

“Please continue, Cousin,”
Elandria signed. Naclana was not technically her cousin since he was a distant relative of Aazuria’s mother, whom she did not share, but technicalities like this did not matter to Elandria. She showed kindness and warmth to all.

“Alright,” Naclana said, clearing his throat. “As we all know, Corallyn has been missing for several days now.”

Elandria's head snapped around to look at Aazuria.
“I did not know this,”
she signed with a startled look in her eyes.

“I did not wish to upset you,” Aazuria said softly. “Please understand.”

“You have never lied to me, Aazuria,”
Elandria said.
“If you start lying to those who are closest to you, it is the first sign of your strength truly unraveling. You are this nation’s exemplar! What is to stop the bonds which hold Adlivun together from becoming weak and completely disintegrating?”

Aazuria pressed her lips together tightly and nodded.
“I am sorry, Elandria. I should not have lied.”

“Take it easy on her, Elan,”
Visola said, giving the quiet, stern-faced girl a forced smile.
“Aazuria has a lot on her plate right now, and she is worried sick about Corallyn, and blaming herself for allowing the abduction to happen in the first place. We're all on the same team here, so let's not turn against each other.”

Elandria nodded. She very much wanted to sit down and put her head in her hands, but instead she looked to Naclana.
“Please proceed with delivering your news.”

Naclana made a signal to one of the guards in the room, who bowed and exited. “A small case was found floating outside the castle today. It... it contained a message from Vachlan.”

“Another letter?” Trevain asked with a frown. “I'm not sure that I want my mother to hear the types of letters that Vachlan writes.”

“Young man, I am not as feeble as I appear to be,” Alcyone said, placing a hand on her son's knee reassuringly.

“I'm not saying that you're weak, mom. It's just that the last letter really upset me, and I don't want you to...”

“This is worse,” Naclana said gruffly. “I almost want to ask all the ladies to leave the room, but I know that will just make you all even angrier with me.”

“Damn straight, Naclana,” Visola said, frowning. “So tell me what's going on, and stop pussyfooting around the problem. We all know that Vachlan is a douchebag. Get on with it. I’m expecting the worst here, and the longer you stall, the worse crap I imagine.”

The guard returned into the room, holding a small, oblong waterproof case which looked like it contained a violin or clarinet.  Naclana frowned and took it from him. “Fine. As you command.” He gritted his teeth before flipping the latch and opening the case. It was not a musical instrument which rested against the black velvet lining of the box.

It was a child's severed arm.

Alcyone dragged in a ragged gasp of air. Everyone else remained stunned and silent. Elandria’s fingers clutched her braid so tightly that the pattern of her hair was causing imprints on her palms. Aazuria stood unblinking as she stared at the small limb.

Visola was the first to speak. “Is it hers? Have you been able to confirm that it's Corallyn's arm?”

“No,” Naclana said. “We haven't done any testing yet...”

“It's her arm,” Trevain said slowly. He had risen to his feet to closely examine the small fingernails which were painted in a bright orangey-pink hue. His face was contorted, and it took a visible effort for him to speak. “I bought her that nail polish a few weeks ago. We chose it because of her name. Coral Catalyst.”

“Since when has a man's judgment of color been precise enough to identify anything?” Visola argued. “Most straight men I know can't tell the difference between green and blue. It could be any…”

“It is her arm,” Aazuria said softly. She reached out and slipped her fingers under the cold flesh, and lifted the small arm from the case. “At least it is
only
her arm. She has not lost her life. As long as she was given medical attention, she will be fine. Right? She can survive without an arm.
She could still be alive. Right? Naclana?”

“There's more,” he responded quietly.

“Tell me,” Aazuria demanded. “Tell me everything you know.”

“Not more news,” he said, choking on the words. “There are more body parts.”

“Which parts?” Aazuria asked, her voice rising in desperation. “Fingers and toes, that type of thing? Good Sedna, even an ear? Parts she does not need?”

Naclana sunk his top teeth into his bottom lip. He was unable to respond.