Beth felt a little awkward. What was she supposed to do? At least she felt the effects of the flower wearing off.
“Are you coming to the ball tonight?” Storm asked Destiny, glancing up at him.
“I suppose I must actually. Even if I don’t, Fate will go – you know what she’s like – and I’ll get told off for not participating in our son’s life, et cetera, et cetera, as always.”
“Oh, yes,” Storm chuckled. “We all hear that.”
“I honestly don’t understand her sometimes. She complains at me when I don’t spend enough time with Evil and Azra, and shouts at me when I spend too much time with the others.”
“I’m afraid that’s a woman thing,” Beth heard herself say.
“I guessed as much,” Destiny laughed. “She’s picked favourites, and they’re all boys.” He turned to Storm. “Have you been to Sta Lera yet today?”
Storm nodded once. “I went early this morning, before prayers.”
“And Mary was okay with you going so early?”
He nodded again. “She’d heard about our visitors and was expecting me.”
“Ah, I see. Did she seem any better than the other day?”
“Oh, yes, she did. Charlotte’s sleeping much better at night now apparently, so that’s much easier.”
“I’m glad. Give her my best tomorrow, will you?” Destiny said, standing.
“You assume I’m going.”
“Storm, I know you’re going, and not just because I see the future.”
With that, Destiny disappeared. Storm sighed and ran his hand through his hair, messing it up.
“What did he mean?”
“Just...” he sighed again. “Just one of my many disorders.”
“Oh. How do you tell what time it is here?” Beth asked, looking up at the eternal moon.
“The colour changes throughout the day. It’s just after midday now. We’ve been here for rather a while.”
“Yeah, I guess we have.”
“Are you feeling okay now?” he asked.
“I think so.”
Storm stood and held out his hand to her. She took it, thanking him as he pulled her up.
A sudden pain shot through Beth’s stomach, causing her to grab onto to Storm’s arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked concernedly.
“Yeah,” she replied breathlessly, “yeah, I think so.”
“Let’s get you back to Altsina,” he said, a tinge of worry still staining his voice.
Beth nodded, turning to Thail. She gasped as another stabbing pain pierced her belly, her knees going from under her. Luckily, Storm’s arm shot around her waist quickly.
“No, you’re flying with me now. Come on,” he said, pulling her against him and leading her over to a spot where there was a clearing in the tree canopy above.
“Thail knows the way home, don’t you, girl?” he said, looking to the Sarmiine.
Thail whinnied, jumping up from where she was still lying down.
“See? Now,” he said before whistling sharply, “let’s go.”
“I’m fine, Storm, honestly,” she pressed.
“Pregnancy is a dangerous business,” he murmured as the creature with wings landed heavily on the ground in front of them.
She almost demanded to know how he knew about that, but then remembered that he knew everything.