The Hawks Chapter 6
Settling In
Sunhawk looked down at the
sleeping boy, feeling slightly angry and guilty at the same time. He knew
that Shadow’s healing power was going to be a problem; he couldn’t help
but feel uneasy when he saw the boy heal Maras. Not only that, every time
Shadow used his power Sunhawk ended up sitting at his bedside wondering
whether or not the boy would awaken. Sunhawk hated the uneasy feeling, the
worry that he might loose Shadow. Already the boy had wiggled his way into
the Captain’s life and Sunhawk was having a hard time imaging life without
him. Sunhawk wished that Shadow didn’t have his power, or that he wouldn’t
use it. He felt guilty that Shadow had overextended himself to show Maras
his healing power, but also felt angry as well that Shadow didn’t think
about the consequences of what he was doing. Shadow had lain three days in
one of the guild bedrooms and Sunhawk had spent much his time next to
Shadow, doing most of his work from that room. He had left Shadow’s side
only rarely, luckily Ariel had helped and there was not a huge amount of
things that absolutely need Sunhawk’s attention. He had only one more day
before the Hawks moved out, and hoped that Shadow would awaken by
then.
Sunhawk heard a quiet tapping at the door before Kelas
entered. Sunhawk looked over at the healer as he came over to Shadow’s
beside.
"Still not awake? We will have to wrap him up good and
transport him in a wagon if he doesn’t wake by tomorrow, if you still are
planning on leaving," Kelas said as he laid a hand on Shadow’s
forehead.
"We can’t delay any longer, we have to get going,"
Sunhawk said with a sigh. "What am I supposed to do with him if he doesn’t
wake up?"
"Corrin might be able to help. I am just guessing, but I
am pretty sure this is only temporary," Kelas said pulling up a chair.
"Shadow told me that he has never been outside the temple since he was
five, yet for the past two weeks we have traveled pretty hard. The boy
was, for all intents and purposes, a pampered little priest. Now he has
been camping out in the cold, traveling nonstop all day long on top of
doing a major healing for you and being brutally raped. Then he healed
that dog and Maras. I think his body just couldn’t take anymore and has
shut down to get some much needed rest and replenish his
powers."
"Shadow never said anything about being
tired."
"Shadow doesn’t want to give you anything more to worry
about or any reasons for you to push him away. There wasn’t a lot you
could have done to change things either, and Shadow is bright enough to
know that. He questioned me very thoroughly about life with the Hawks, and
he realized that this was something he would have to get use to. In time I
think things will not be so bad for both of you."
Sunhawk threw his
cup across the room at those words, and Kelas’s eyes widened in
surprise.
"I am tired of this ‘in time’ bullshit!" Sunhawk said,
getting up and striding to the window, his body tense.
Kelas
remained quiet for a moment, shocked a little at Sunhawk’s outburst and
the raw emotions in his voice. He had very rarely seen the easygoing
Captain upset at anything, and was surprised that even Shadow was able to
bring such a response to the usual unshakable Captain.
"Sunhawk, "
came a tired voice from the bed. Both Kelas and Sunhawk turned in surprise
to see Shadow trying to get up. With three quick strides Sunhawk was at
the bed, pushing Shadow down as Kelas discreetly exited the
room.
"What is wrong?" Shadow asked as he allowed Sunhawk to push
him down.
"What is wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? You
have been unconscious for three fucking days. Mith’s tits boy, what do you
think is wrong?" Sunhawk growled as his anger exploded at Shadow’s foolish
question.
Shadow looked up at Sunhawk, confused and somewhat hurt
as he tried to remember what happened. Gradually the memories began to
return and as he studied Sunhawk’s face, Shadow began to realize some of
what Sunhawk’s anger was about. As much as Shadow wanted to sink back down
into the comfortable bed and sleep again he forced his tired body up and
swung out of bed. Before Sunhawk could stop him, Shadow had crawled into
his lap, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.
"I am sorry. I
knew I was at my limit, but it was also important that Maras see my power.
Your men wouldn’t have been happy if Jarvek got away because of me. I
looked at it as my job as a member of the Hawks, not just as your lover
Sunhawk."
"What about the dog, why did you use your powers for a
mutt? I don’t like it when you use them, especially if it means something
could happen to you."
Shadow remained quiet for a moment, trying to
think of what to say. He knew his answer wouldn’t please Sunhawk, and he
was trying to sooth the man. He closed his eyes, trying to stop the room
from spinning as he gathered his thoughts.
"I have to heal,
Sunhawk, it is a part of being a priest, which I still am. It is also a
part of who I am, as much as it frightens you. I can’t forsake who I am
and still be the person you care for. I will try not to overextend myself,
but when I feel a pull within I heal without question, because most of the
time it is Mith’s wish, and because there is a need for my power. I know
it is hard for you to watch me sleep like this, not knowing what is
happening, but I always sleep after a major healing, it is nothing to
worry about, think of it as battle fatigue." Shadow said, opening his eyes
and smiling weakly at Sunhawk.
Sunhawk looked at the boy, realizing
that he was colorless and his silver eyes looked dull. Silently cursing
himself he stood up with Shadow in his arms and put the boy back into bed.
He didn’t like Shadow’s answer, but he knew now was not the time to argue
with the boy. Now that the boy was awake, if not yet better, his anger had
subsided some.
"Sleep, we head out tomorrow."
Shadow was
asleep by the time Sunhawk stood up and the Captain sighed with relief as
he sat back down in his chair to stare at the sleeping boy
again.
The next two weeks Shadow spent traveling in the wagon
during the morning and only riding in the afternoon, despite Shadow’s
protests that he was fine. Sunhawk watched Shadow carefully, making sure
the boy rested and took things more slowly, not wanting to sit by the
boy’s side again worrying. During that time neither one of them brought up
the subject of Shadow’s healing powers. Neither one of them knew how to
deal with the subject nor what to say to the other. Shadow knew that every
time he used his powers the discussion would come up, but he hoped that as
long as he didn’t overexert himself and collapse again some of Sunhawk’s
worries would disappear.
It was getting late in the afternoon when
they finally arrived at the home base of the Hawks on the outskirts of the
city of Wintermoon. Shadow was astounded at the size of the complex as
they rode into the walled compound of the Hawks. There were approximately
twenty buildings of varying size arranged nearly in straight lines, a huge
field containing twenty or so horses, and another area devoted to archery
targets. As they entered the compound people began to come out of various
buildings to greet the newly arrived soldiers. Two of the people
surrounded Sunhawk as he dismounted, motioning Shadow to follow. The two
looked questionably at the boy as they greeted Sunhawk. As their horses
were led away by a small stable boy Shadow moved next to Sunhawk, a little
shy and nervous about fitting in with these people who greeted Sunhawk.
Sunhawk put his arm around Shadow without thinking about it.
"Well
finally," grinned an older woman with a motherly face. "Are you going to
introduce him or am I going to have to starve you?"
"Gretch, this
is Shadow. Shadow, this woman threatening me with starvation is the head
cook here at Wintermoon. Gretch is also the wife of Justin here who runs
the base when we are out on a campaign. You will get to know Shadow very
well Gretch, since he can eat three times as much as any of our men. He
has signed onto the Hawks as healer, although he also it a priest of
Mith."
Gretch’s eyes lit up at that and before Shadow knew what was
happening he found himself in the large plump woman’s embrace, as Sunhawk
laughed.
"Let the poor lad go Gretch," said Justin with a smile at
his wife’s happiness.
"Oh sorry did. I surprise you? It is just so
good that the Hawks have another healer and Sunhawk finally isn’t alone
anymore. That you are Mith’s priest is totally unexpected. As a girl I
served in her temple, and it brings back good memories for me, but surely
you aren’t a full priest, you are so young," Gretch babbled happily as she
let go of Shadow.
Shadow smiled at the friendly woman and held out
both hands face up. Reflexively Gretch put her hands on Shadow’s as she
had done countless times in her youth. Shadow gracefully sank to one knee
as his locked eyes with Gretch’s.
"May Mith’s eyes watch over you
as you walk your own path. May you find love and kindness in your life as
Mith’s hands shelter and protect you," Shadow said quietly as Gretch felt
the familiar warmth fill her that she had felt so many times in her youth,
but had not felt in many years since leaving the temple. Tears filled the
emotional woman’s eyes as Shadow rose to his feet and returned to
Sunhawk’s side.
"Thank you Shadow. I haven’t heard that simple
blessing in many years. Would you show me your tattoo
sometime?"
"Of course, but not now, it is too cold," Shadow
replied, quietly pleased that he had, for the first time been able to
offer a blessing to someone.
"Well, knowing you Sunhawk you will be
off to the springs, there is nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow,"
Justin said clearing his throat, slightly embarrassed by his emotional
wife’s tears.
"Thanks Justin, I will see you in the morning and go
over everything."
With a nod Sunhawk steered Shadow through the
compound, explaining what many of the buildings were. Most of the large
buildings were used for training. There were three salle, an armory, four
stables, a large kitchen complex, a healer’s infirmary, ten barracks
capable of holding a hundred men each, and a main hall. There were also a
few small houses that had been built for members of the Hawks that had
been part of the Hawks for more than ten years, and people who stayed the
year around at the compound. Shadow marveled at the size of the place and
the well built stone building, amazed at the time and money that had to
have gone into the construction of the place. Soon, Sunhawk led him to a
small white stone building.
"This is my house here in Wintermoon,"
Sunhawk said simply as he led Shadow into the small two room
home.
The main room consisted of a small, exquisitely wrought wood
table with four matching chairs, a finely carved cabinet, a stand which
held much of Sunhawk’s armor, and a fireplace with another stunningly
beautiful mantle that held an old broken sword. Shadow went over to the
sword looking questioningly at Sunhawk.
"It was my first sword as a
merc. I used it for more than ten years even though I could buy a better
one. It was lucky for me, even though I can’t use it now, I can’t just
throw it away. Come on let’s get some clothes and get to the springs
before they get crowded. You can use one of my shirts until your clothes
get unpacked. I guess we will just have to belt on a pair of my pants,
although I don’t think clothing will be much of a problem after we eat and
get back," Sunhawk said, leering at the boy playfully. Shadow laughed as
Sunhawk went into the second room and returned quickly with some
clothes.
It wasn’t long before both were stripped and leaning back
in one of the large, natural hot springs that Wintermoon boasted of. As
Sunhawk explained that there were about twenty of these springs sprinkled
throughout the area, more of the men began to filter into the spring area.
Shadow and Sunhawk soaked for a while, enjoying the waters and talking to
Joel, who had entered not long after them. As the pool began to fill with
more men Sunhawk got out and Shadow followed, quickly grabbing a towel,
somewhat embarrassed by being naked in front of so many people. Suddenly
there came a whistle from the pool as they were drying off.
"I’m
assuming that wasn’t for me, Tarus," Sunhawk said, stopping his drying to
look at the young man, as Shadow began to blush slightly.
"No, sir.
How did you know it was me?"
"Wrong answer, idiot," Joel said,
splashing the young red head.
"Because you’re the only one stupid
enough to make a pass at Shadow while I am watching," Sunhawk said mildly
as he dressed.
"Sorry sir," Tarus stammered.
Sunhawk and
Shadow left as they heard Tarus’s worried voice questioning whether he was
in trouble, although they didn’t hear Joel’s reply as they exited the
building shelter the hot springs.
"You’re not mad, are you
Sunhawk?" Shadow questioned as they walked together toward the mess
hall.
"Yes, a little, but not at you. I am just a little jealous,
something I am going to have to get use to. "
"I hope you don’t. I
like it that you want me all to yourself. Just don’t hurt anybody, since
that would defeat your purpose. I would be the one treating
them."
Sunhawk laughed, putting his arm around Shadow as they
continued to walk. When they arrived at the mess hall, attached to the
kitchen complex, they grabbed some food from the serving table and went to
sit down next to Kelas, Trent, Marissa, and an old man Shadow assumed was
Corrin.
"There he is Corrin. This is Shadow."
"Hello,"
Shadow said shyly as he sat down between Sunhawk and Marissa, opposite
Corrin.
"Glad to meet you Shadow. It looks like life has gotten
more interesting," Corrin said, eyeing Sunhawk.
"Your secret is out
old man, and you owe me some of that good hangover potion for withholding
information." Sunhawk said, pointing his fork at Corrin.
"You
caught me, but I am glad you know. I will even teach Shadow to make the
damn stuff, then you can sweet talk him into making it for you." Corrin
grinning.
The conversation was lively as group talked, filling
Corrin in on what happened on the last two campaigns the Hawks had been on
since leaving Wintermoon. Shadow and Corrin remain silent as both of them
ate huge amounts of food, both going back for seconds and then thirds. On
their third trip to the serving counters Corrin grinned at Shadow, looking
at the boy.
"You definitely eat like you have the gift. It will be
a pleasure working with you Shadow. In my fifty-five years as a healer I
have only met three other people with our gift. It is remarkable that at
the end of my life I will get the joy of working with someone like you."
"I am glad to have joined the Hawks. I never thought I would meet
another with my gift as well. Until I met Sunhawk I never even thought I
would ever see the outside of the temple."
"Oh, I don’t think Mith
would have let things go on for too much longer. I know a little about
your Goddess, she doesn’t take well to corruption," Corrin said as they
headed back to the table.
Shadow nodded thoughtfully, wondering if
Corrin was right and the implications if he was. Shadow continued to think
about it as the conversation swirled around him. Before long both he and
Sunhawk were done and Sunhawk was making their goodbyes. With a promise to
come to the healer’s complex tomorrow, Shadow followed Sunhawk back to his
home.
They had barely got the door closed when Sunhawk wrapped his
arms around Shadow, lifting him off his feet and kissing him. They had not
done much together in the last two weeks because of lack of privacy and
Shadow still being tired, yet Sunhawk now seemed determined to make up for
lost time, much to Shadow’s delight. Sunhawk’s passion was contagious, and
soon both were naked and had found their way into Sunhawk’s
room.
Shadow barely noticed his surroundings expect for the impossibly
large bed filled with lots of pillows and soft velvety blankets. Sunhawk’s
hands seemed to be everywhere at once to Shadow as he felt hot and anxious
for the large man’s attentions. Shadow pulled the golden head from teasing
his erect pink nipple and pushed Sunhawk back to explore the large man’s
body with a teasing tongue, trailing hot paths down the taunt muscular
body that shivered from his partner’s touch. The captain marveled a little
at the pleasure coursing through his body as Shadow explored his navel
with his tongue, inching lower toward Sunhawk’s twitching
member.
"Yes Shadow right there," the golden man growled as Shadow
applied his tongue to the leaking member, licking up the liquid dripping
from him before begining to suck on the hard organ, much to Sunhawk’s
delight. Long before Shadow was ready Sunhawk pulled him away, his breath
ragged as he traded places with Shadow, moving down on his most sensitive
region. Pushing the boy’s legs back, Sunhawk surprised Shadow by moving
down to the tight opening and began to wiggle his tongue into Shadow.
"Sunhawk, what are you doing? Oh that feels.....feels so good.
Oh.."
Sunhawk grinned, leaning over the bed to retrieve the small
vial of oil that he had been carrying around with him since Kelas had
given it to him. He had always wanted to be prepared if he ever had the
opportunity to use it. Applying some to his hand he coated Shadow’s stiff
organ, much to the boy’s delight, as Sunhawk continued his assault with
his tongue on Shadow’s back passage.
"Sunhawk."
With his
name being called in such an inviting, high voice Sunhawk could not resist
any longer. Slowly he entered Shadow, once again marveling at the tight
embrace of his partner, and the boy wrapped his legs around Sunhawk. The
Captain was surprised when Shadow began bucking upward on Sunhawk, forcing
the golden man deeper inside him. Unable to reign in his mounting passion,
Sunhawk began to thrust almost brutally into the boy. Shadow winced
slightly at the onslaught, but so lost within the passion of joining with
the captain he only wrapped himself tighter around the Captain as his soft
sex cries increased in volume. Sunhawk was amazed by Shadow’s
responsiveness to him, as he thoroughly ravished the boy. He found that he
the obvious pleasure his partner was feeling was driving his lust almost
as much as the physical sensations coursing through his own hot body.
Shadow’s soft and sometimes loud sexy cries drove the Captain to his
ascent far quicker than anything else could.
Shadow marveled at
the difference his own emotions could make in the pleasure he was
receiving. Although Sunhawk’s almost violent thrusting hurt somewhat, it
did nothing to dim the pleasure of being so intimately connected to the
man he had come to love. He couldn’t help but cry out, not in pain but
pleasure at the very apparent desire written in his lover’s face. As he
felt Sunhawk shudder his release into his own body it sent Shadow over the
edge of pleasure, and he felt his own release spread throughout his
body.
Both men lay quietly for a time, reflecting on their shared
passion. Shadow had curled up next to Sunhawk, his head resting on the
broad chest of his partner. He idly traced out Sunhawk’s scar with a
light, delicate touch, as Sunhawk played with a strand of his soft hair.
"So what will we be doing tomorrow?" asked Shadow.
"In the
morning you can go over to the healer’s complex and talk some with Corrin,
as I, along with Ariel, will fill Justin in on what has been happening in
the last few months. In the afternoon I will need you and your handwriting
so we can start catching up on paperwork. For the next week you will
probably spend the mornings with Corrin and afternoons with me. After
that, new recruits will start arriving and training will begin. Hopefully
by then I will have found a secretary, because you will need to start
training as well. Every Hawk member must know the basics, even
noncombatants."
"What about nights?"
"Oh, I think I have
some plans for them as well," Sunhawk said archly, pulling the boy up for
a long kiss, which inevitability led to more.
Shadow sat on a stool leaning on a large
wooden counter watching Gretch knead a round, pale lump of bread dough.
The smells wafting through the kitchen made Shadow’s belly growl loudly as
Gretch laughed.
"There are some pastries over on the table behind
you."
Shadow looked over, hunger overcoming him as he went over to
grab a couple trying to avoid the rush of kitchen help busily preparing
for lunch. It wasn’t long before he reclaimed his spot, watching intensely
as Gretch continued to knead the bread. He had never seen anyone cook
before and found it intensely interesting. In the last week he had gotten
into the habit of leaving a little early from the healer enclave to come
to the kitchen and watch Gretch work. The woman had opened her heart and
kitchen to the boy, listening to his excited talk about his three favorite
subjects healing, Mith, and Sunhawk. It was obvious to Gretch that his
world stood upon these three things, and to loose one would completely
destroy the balance of the boy. She couldn’t help but love the boy, who
was, after a few days of shyness, so open and full of life, but at the
same time full of intelligence as well.
"Has Sunhawk said what he
is going to do tomorrow?" asked Gretch, curious.
"I imagine the
usual. Is there something different about tomorrow?"
"Oh dear, I
thought since you two were so close...." Gretch said in a worried voice,
sadness apparent in her eyes.
"What is wrong Gretch? Please tell
me."
"Well, tomorrow is Sunhawk’s birthday, but it is also the day
that he became leader of the Hawks."
"So what is wrong? Those sound
like good things, but I am guessing they aren’t."
"He never told
you," Gretch said depressed. "The Hawks were originally a band called the
Fist. It was the first mercenary band Sunhawk joined when he was eleven.
He started out as a stable boy, but rose very quickly through the ranks to
second in command before his eighteenth birthday. The Captain was a man
Sunhawk respected above all others; you could say that he loved him. It
had nothing to do with sex, it was about respect and fellowship, but in
the end love is what it was. The Captain died in battle on Sunhawk’s
birthday, since he was second in command it was his right to take the
band. Many of the older members left, unable serve under such a young and
inexperienced man. The ones that remained agreed to rename themselves the
Hawks, since they believed and supported Sunhawk. The Captain’s death hurt
Sunhawk deeply, and I don’t think he had ever really gotten over it,
especially since it coincided with the birth of Sunhawk’s greatest dream,
the Hawks.
“He always spends the day totally alone. I had hoped
that you might change that about him, but it doesn’t look like it now.
This year marks the twelfth anniversary of the Captain’s
death."
"Gretch, don’t tell Sunhawk you told me about this. I want
him to tell me in his own way and time. I don’t think he will go off and
leave me tomorrow, but we will have to wait and see," Shadow said, taking
the woman’s flour covered hand in his own.
Gretch nodded sadly,
hopping Shadow was right. Shadow turned the conversation to meaningless
things as his mind turned over Gretch’s story. It wasn’t long before
Shadow felt Sunhawk’s large arms wrap around him from behind.
"Have
you shown Gretch your tattoo?" Sunhawk asked curiously.
"No, I had
forgotten about it. It’s a part of my body now, so honestly I don’t think
about it much. It is warm in here, so I will show you," Shadow said as he
peeled off his shirt and turned around.
Gretch’s eyes widened in
surprise at the exquisitely drawn hawk spread out on Shadow’s back, her
fingers gently tracing the lines. Many of the kitchen helpers stopped to
gather around, admiring Shadow’s artwork, although they were careful not
to touch with the Captain standing so close to Shadow.
"It is
beautiful, but why a hawk? I don’t think I have ever heard of such a
design being produced. Mith’s tattoos are usually very specific to one’s
path in life."
"My full name is Shadowhawk, so maybe that is part
of the reason. Mith’s oracle was very specific at the time the design was
done. It was unusual since I took my vows at seven and was fully dedicated
at twelve, too young for the design to be done. It wasn’t until my
sixteenth birthday that they started to ink my back."
"That is
incredible Shadow, thank you for showing it to me," Gretch said as Shadow
put his shirt back on and the helpers went back to their work.
"That smells divine," Sunhawk said, changing the
subject.
"What, the food or me?" asked Shadow teasingly, having
becoming more relaxed about the relationship around their
friends.
"Both."
"Well, then you better feed him Shadow,"
replied Gretch laughingly glad to see Sunhawk in such good
spirits.
Much to Shadow’s surprise Sunhawk had taken the afternoon
off, and it wasn’t long before he found himself naked in Sunhawk’s bed.
The lusty captain was fiercely passionate with Shadow, exploring his body
and taking him multiple times over the afternoon. Shadow responded to
Sunhawk’s need with a deep passion of his own, asking no questions, only
giving himself freely to the man, sensing his need for close contact with
the boy. They both fell asleep early and Shadow awoke the next day to find
Sunhawk missing from the bed. Anxiously he threw off the covers and went
out into the main room looking for Sunhawk, to find him kneeling by the
fire, already dressed. Turning, he smiled softly at the naked boy as
Shadow threw his arms around Sunhawk.
The Captain held the boy for
a while before letting go. "Go get dressed, there is somewhere I want us
to go today."
Shadow cleaned up and dressed warmly as Sunhawk
waited. They went to the stables and saddled Sunhawk’s stallion. Sunhawk
pulled Shadow up onto the horse with him and headed out at a walk. It took
about an hour for Sunhawk to stop at a large grow of oak trees. He slid
off the horse and lifted Shadow down. After tying the horse up he led
Shadow through the grove to the center and sat down, leaning against one
the enormous trees. Shadow sat between his legs, leaning up against the
comfortable Captain.
"I come here every year on my birthday, but
not because it is my birthday," Sunhawk said quietly. Shadow remained
quiet, letting Sunhawk take his time telling him his story.
"Captain Daras was like a father to me. He took me into the Fist
even though I was only eleven. He taught me the skills that have saved my
life countless times, but I couldn’t save him that day. I couldn’t get to
him in time, even though I saw the third man sneaking up on him. If I had
been faster...." Sunhawk almost whispered, his arms wrapping around Shadow
and squeezing him tight. Shadow knew that no words could ever take away
the pain of losing Daras, but he also knew that he could share that pain
with Sunhawk. Closing his eyes he turned around and hugged the Captain as
he began to shudder, quietly crying. For the first time since Daras’s
death he had spoken of it to another. Now twelve years later it was as if
the wall the Captain had built came crashing down around him to let Shadow
inside. Shadow held the man, saying very little, only comforting Sunhawk
with soothing tones. After a while Shadow felt Sunhawk relax in his arms
and become quiet. Shadow pulled away slightly to kiss Sunhawk’s forehead.
Slowly at first, Sunhawk began to talk about Daras and about his
first years as part of the Fist. Shadow asked questions, drawing more
stories out of Sunhawk until he was remembering not Daras’s death, but the
life that had made such an impact on Sunhawk’s own. Shadow was amazed that
Sunhawk had kept his grief to himself for so many years, and was glad that
he was now sharing the burden with Shadow.
It was afternoon when
Shadow’s stomach let out a loud gurgling sound that made Sunhawk laugh.
Shadow grinned, shrugging. Sunhawk got up and went to pull the boy up.
Shadow hugged Sunhawk tightly to him before letting him go, but stopped
him from walking away.
"Wait, I have something for
you,"
"What, why?" Sunhawk said confused.
"Gretch told me it
was your birthday today. I have wanted to give it to you for a while, but
it never seemed like the right time," Shadow said, holding out a soft
green velvet poach.
Sunhawk took it, mystified. He wondered when
Shadow had gotten the mysterious item. Opening it, he found a beautiful
golden hawk with amber eyes staring back at him.
"Where did you get
this? It is a gorgeous piece of jewelry," Sunhawk said, admiring the
workmanship.
"When I healed the dog. I was thinking of you when I
was admiring it, before I healed him. The shopkeeper gave it to me since
he had seen me looking at it. I don’t know why, but I just thought of you
when I saw it."
"You should keep it Shadow, after all you are a
hawk too."
"Not a golden one," Shadow said, reaching up to touch
Sunhawk’s golden hair. "It is so beautiful."
Sunhawk leaned down and
kissed the boy, pleased more by the boy’s words than by a
thousand pieces of jewelry.
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