A Bard’s Tale (Excerpt) 12/20/18
Neil hitched Willow to the post and got her some grain before he walked around to the front of the building. He hopped up the steps but paused when he reached for the door handle. Memories of Faleth from the night before, the intensity of the wizard’s questions, funneled through his mind and, for a moment, he considered simply leaving.
“What are you doing?” a small voice asked, startling him.
Neil spun to see Cade sitting on the porch looking as though he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Neil took a deep breath and shook his head.
“To be totally honest, I’m considering whether or not to risk seeing your wizard friend for some food,” Neil said. “He was a bit intense last night. He was convinced that I used magic while I was playing.”
“Because you did,” Cade said with a wide smile. “You’ll have to forgive him. He can be like that when there is a glimmer of hope in his mind. He constantly seeks out new magic and secrets about that magic. Between the ale and your playing, I fear it may have gone to his head.”
“You think I used magic too?” Neil asked.
“I know you did,” Cade smiled. “It wasn’t anything intentional, or malicious, but I’ve seen that kind of fey magic many times before in Jamestown.”
“It’s hard to explain. Faleth uses magic, sure, but it’s not like bard magic. Fey magic is like nature itself listening to you. It’s something far rarer than what Faleth or a normal bard can do. Like being a sorcerer. You either have it or you don’t, no harm in it either way.”
The door to the inn opened quickly, making him close his mouth rather than ask another question.
“Neil! Get in here!” Fiona snapped with a big grin, “Dad’s gonna get mad if you let your food get cold.”
“Sorry,” Neil said as he turned to go inside.
“No need to be sorry,” Cade replied shooing him toward the door. “I’m sure things will work out for the best regardless.”