Nimara had more questions than answers after her little battle in the past. A bath in a nearby stream had cleared up the residual fog in her brain but did nothing to help her formulate answers.
The demon had said that she had been sent again in a past life to the human. But the battle in the past had been with a man named Solstice who Eaton had been sent specifically to kill. A fact that varied drastically from her current mission.
And Solstice who merged with the demon-she was fairly sure- was now reincarnated into the golden haired man. This new incarnation and the demon were guarding the human Yuen had sent her to watch over.
And the demon knew that the fae had sent her. Both in this life and Eatons, but it is assumed that in the past Eatons orders also involved this woman. "The fae did not mean her harm the first time they came for her. I imagine they do not this time as well?" So it didn't know she had been specifically sent to kill his host.
Nimara chewed her lip, her mind racing too fast.
The Coalition had been the founding council of what would become the Imperial Court. Eaton had been sent to eliminate a man supposedly in love with one of its members. Easy, quick, so obviously fake. A lie. Nimara cursed the young and naive Eaton. She had to kill Solstice, but not for the reasons she'd been led to believe. And it had something to do with the woman.
An uneasy pull sank in the pit of her sternum. Feelings of entrapment and desperation mixed in with the onslaught of questions. Nimara wondered if the cosmos had it out for her? If she went back in time to look at other lives, would she find the same lessons playing out? It all made her feel queasy. She rubbed a temple, head behind the ache. This was why she didn't go dabbling around in the past.
The plants aided her in moving silently as she glided up a ridge. Since her meditation in the little meadow, she had remained connected to the plants, their energy alive and living deep in her bones. There had been a brief moment of worry that the influx of energy and knowledge would be too volatile and mentally taxing. But the trees rustled in amusement and the grass brushed at her fingertips in reassurance. Sacrilege!, they cried at her fears.
Once at the top of the ridge line she located the horse she had spent an annoying amount of hours looking for after the priest had scared it off. The creature snorted at her arrival. With the help of the plants it no longer took as much energy to travel efficiently through midworld. That being so Nimara didn't have as much use for the steed and had thought about sending it on its way or perhaps selling it off. But this particular horse was a personal belonging of the first prince, and as long as she had fuses stained into her face, she wasn't going to do anything to upset the man. Or at least anything that she thought would get her killed.
So atop the horse, at a much slower pace, she made her way back to the house with that wretched ward. Her ears pinned just at the thought of it.