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but also
the gentle flow of magic between them; however, she didn’t let it distract her
from an earlier worry. “But what are we supposed to do with the humans while we
wage a war with the Battle Goddess’ minions. Most humans aren’t bad….for
goodness sake, I thought I was human. You can’t expect me to stand aside and
allow harm to come to them.”
    Gregory huffed.
    “We’re Avatars.
Surely we have a duty to protect the humans of this world?”
    “Perhaps, but
it’s not a primary one,” Gregory said, looking thoughtful once more. “As
Avatars, our first and foremost role is to act as physical vessels for the
Divine Ones to pour their power and essence into so they can come together to
beget offspring in a way that doesn’t jeopardize all their creation. An age can
come and pass before they choose to call on us for that task, but we have a
long and varied list of other duties to perform when our primary function is
not required.”
    “Yah, I remember
the coming together equals a ‘glorious death’—as in ours—‘to give new life’
speech. Someone needs to tell the Divine Ones that seems a steep price to pay
for a little fun in the sack.”
    Gregory’s one
ear flicked forward and then back, but otherwise he didn’t move a muscle,
trying to stare her down instead, she suspected. Or perhaps she’d struck him
speechless.
    Finally he
blinked, and then started to laugh. “When this life is over, and we once again
walk in the Spirit Realm as one being, we must remember to mention what you
said to our creators. Perhaps they will grant us some freedoms in the next life
they have never given before, and we have never thought to ask.”
    Lillian crossed
her arms. “You’re making fun of me again, aren’t you?”
    “Just a little.”
    “Thanks, love
you too.”
    “Our thoughts,
desires, and motivations are so different when we shed our mortal bodies and
become one being in the Spirit Realm, I sometimes forget you cannot remember
how it is. We have never been unhappy—frustrated, yes,” he chuckled, and took
her hand in his again, “but never unhappy with our lot.”
    “I know. I’m
sorry.” Lillian sighed, and fought to bury her more cynical side, the one which
wanted to challenge and question and pick apart every little detail to
understand what made them tick.
    A throat cleared
behind them, and Lillian remembered they had an audience, a rapt one by
Greenborrow’s fascinated expression. Whitethorn, who had been the one to clear
his throat, nodded his head in the universal signal to continue.
    Lillian flushed
slightly, then asked, “But you might be convinced to aid the humans?”
    Gregory bobbed
his head. “If they do not get in my way.” He paused and Lillian watched him
struggle for the right word. “I cannot risk two realms, not even to save a few
innocent mortals.”
    Lillian could be
just as stubborn. “But you will try to protect the humans if at all possible,
yes?”
    Gregory’s ear
flicked to half-mast position in what Lillian was coming to recognize as the
gargoyle version of a flinch. “Yes. All innocents deserve our protection.”
    “Thank you.”
Lillian reached out and grasped his hands, wanting to show him she knew he
wasn’t finding this life or this world easy to acclimatize to. “I know all this
would be so much easier if I had your Sorceress’ memories.”
    Gregory stood
and stretched, still keeping her fingers trapped within his. “You will one day
remember all that has been lost.”
    “I guess I’ll just
wait for that day,” Lillian sighed out dejectedly.
    “It will only be
for a short while, as we judge time, before you regain your memories and all
else you once were.” Gregory sighed and butted his head against her chest hard
enough to make her sway.
    “Stop it. You’ve
got work to do.”
    He sighed a
second time, giving her a much put out look. “Yes.”
    Whitethorn bowed
to them both. “I will ask all available sidhe metalsmiths to come to your aid,
and