Bayani grasped his hands for a moment, and then let go. Peter stayed back, close to Mathoyl Vathall, watching the tiny glowing forms that were beginning to flit about between the trees and huts. As Cerys walked up to her brother, the shaman whispered into his year.

“By the way, do not tell anyone about what I have given him.”

Peter looked at him with a quizzical expression.

“It is better that nobody knows,” he explained. “Especially Nashtra.”

“Wait, why?” Peter wanted to know.

The shaman hushed him and shook his head. “You can trust me,” he told peter.

“You really don’t leave me any choice, anyway,” Peter scoffed. “Things could go wrong either way, and you expect me to just trust you with everything.”

The shaman looked at him the way his father sometimes did when he started talking like that. Also like is father, the shaman did not reply.

Peter decided that it was in his best interest to tame his words. “Can you at least tell me what this the magic he has does?”

“He will know what to do when the time comes,” the shaman replied. “Once he is used to the magic being a part of him, he will know.”

“He will just know?” Peter asked, clearly not believing what he was being cold.

“I realize that you are not used to trusting anything, nor having faith in something, nor believing something that you don’t understand. I realize there is no way that I can force you to trust were have to say, but he seems to believe, and may that be enough for you.”

Peter sighed. If it had been just him, it would not be nearly enough. But the fact was, since Bayani was involved, and if he trusted in the magic he had been given– enough to let it become a part of himself– Peter figured that it had to be enough for him, too. Still, he did not have to like it, and it seemed that the shaman accepted that.

Nashtra had finished speaking to you to Bayani and was walking over to Peter and Mathoyl Vathall. Peter excused himself and let the elves talk with one another on their own. He went over to his boyfriend.

“We can’t talk about it,” he whispered into his ear.

Bayani only gave him a slight glance and nodded. After that, Cerys spoke to the boys for a few minutes before Peter decided to remind them to open a long day. He asked if they could go inside and get some rest.