Happy Thor’s Day
Rogue Wizards Journal – September 7th, 2019
Amber definitely has lycanthropy and Lunette and I have been debating what to do. I hope the ‘cure’ I just tried with Amber works but it is probably going to take a couple days to know for sure. But I am getting ahead of myself and should take this in order.
Amber displayed the restless sleep and the rapidly dilating pupils on the first day. She woke up screaming the second night. Then I knew she had it as I have been there. Lunette for her part at that point created a magical potion from Wolfsbane that is supposed to slow the progress of the disease but the inevitable march would come so the three of us one day sat down to debate what to do.
The first thing we talked about was not Amber’s disease, but the possibility of a werewolf pack being around. We continued our routine as much as possible including the skinny dipping but we were now much more watchful and we did it earlier during the day saving night time for discussion time.
I set up some wards on the cabin and sauna shed and the path between the two. they would give me a warning buzz in my head if anything got too close. Skinny dipping in daylight would have been interesting but it was now more about a quick cool off before retiring quickly to the cabin. Our relaxing time had been interrupted by actual danger and that had us all on edge.
Last night we talked about what to do about Amber’s developing lycanthropy. She, of course, did not want to be a werewolf despite the power. You slowly but inevitably go feral and there are only a couple cures. The one used on me required killing a werewolf draining its blood and the magical power of Mrs. W. who used both healing and mental magic on me to affect the cure which involved bathing in the blood of the werewolf. The whole ritual died when she did, so that was out.
This, of course, brought out all the other known cures real or legendary. One of note involved a ritual of wolfsbane potions and a magical altar that reputedly a mage had built for the express purpose of curing lycanthropy. No one knew if it was even real. Some healing mages of the past and developed enough power to cure it but that was legendary. Most of the rest were dreams of desperation.
In the end, the discussion turned to me and my antibodies. Mostly how we could use them to cure Amber. I wasn’t sure how that could happen. Mrs. W. and I never talked about this and I had always assumed that it was because it was irrelevant, but I had to now consider the possibility that had I been brought forward to cure others it would have tipped people off to my existence a long time ago and that boys and girls would have led to my death.
Now though that the Council was very well aware of my existence, it seemed that this discussion would have been helped if I had approached people with healing magic and asked but I never thought to do so.
How does one normally transfer antibodies from one person to another? Well, you can make a serum from the blood. But that requires a lab and in this case, a full alchemy lab which we didn’t have access to and would take a lot of energy and time which might reveal where we were. Amber wouldn’t hear of it. Transfusion? There were other issues most notably biological blood type but more importantly for us, the equipment we didn’t have.
Suddenly Lunette laughed. Amber and I raised eyebrows and watched her for a minute as she chuckled endlessly, then she spoke.
“Fluid transfer, that’s all we need.”
“Ok, Lunette what are you getting at?” Besides the fact, Amber and I think you have just lost it.”
“Remember when you almost died Edward from that poison blade? How did we cure you?”
“How could I forget? I lost my virginity and learned to supercharge my healing powers at the same time. Well basically I had sex with you, that’s also how you got those wings of yours.”
“Yep, but the sexual exchange is what did it. It is the only thing inherently magical about what humans and in particular mages do. Sexual magic is the key to making it work. You just need to use it to transfer the antibodies to Amber and you can do it through a combination of magic and sex.
But my voice trailed off as I saw Amber’s eyes. She had that look on her face where she felt excited but awkward at the same time. She knew I wanted to take that part of our relationship a little slower. At the same time, she was afraid of what was happening to her and she wanted to make love to me a long time ago.
“Ok. how does that work exactly?”
Lunette explained that the antibodies were magical in nature and that they would be present in all my bodily fluids. The trick would be to get them to magically jump from me to Amber. This would require natural magical energy and both Amber and myself to focus on what healing skill we had through it.
“Basically Edward you have to do what you did back then and Amber has to open herself up to the transfer with her own healing magic. The sexual act provides the energy boost and the means of transfer. Sexual healing at its finest.”
I had to admit her logic was sound. I had gone over again and again about how I had not died that time so long ago and it came down to the supercharged nature of the sexual exchange between fairies and mages. It saved my life and gave Lunette new wings. The old pink and light purple ones had been ripped off by Elpis. They had been replaced by these black and dark purple ones and I had a hand in that.
I got up and moved closer to Amber.
“A long time ago, I resisted what Lunette is talking about. I tried everything else and in the end, it didn’t;t matter. Practical sexual magic won the day and healed us both. I am alive because of it. Now, here you are Amber and my feelings of love for you are brand new. You also have a horrible disease that right now is just beginning to take hold of you. It is weak and my temptation is to try some other way because it is weak, but every time I do that I regret just going full-on and getting it over with. So, if you think it is worth a try my love, I am willing to try as well. I mean I am not asking you to do anything horrible but it might be for nothing. I just wanted more time to get to know you better before we did this.”
“Oh, Edward… I have wanted to make love to you for a couple months. It’s not me that I worry about. It’s rushing you. I love you too much to do that, but I don’t want to be a werewolf either and this does make a lot of sense. It’s rushing you that doesn’t sit well with me.”
I nodded. Then I stood up. And put out my hand. She took it and I led her into the bedroom with the double bed. No door but I slid the curtain across the doorway and I head Lunette leave the cabin. I took Amber in my arms.
“Gentle, I still am a little sore from my wounds”, she remarked.
“Absolutely, gentle and loving, my love.”
I am not the kind of guy who kisses (or has sex with a girl) and tells. So, no details other than I am now sitting here in the early morning. looking at her naked body laying in the middle of the bed. As soon as I finish this entry, I am going to cuddle back up with her and wake her up in a style more befitting a lover.
I hoped this worked. Lunette is in the other room sleeping on the single bed. She seems at peace. as well. I can feel it – love for both of them. I don’t know where the future leads, but I want them both with me.
The only thing I am going to comment on is the idea that a person can love romantically more than one person. given my own experience, I say it is very possible to do so. It is only our western society that says it is wrong, but I have yet to find any traditional reason to say so. One form of sexual orientation is bisexual and that kind of assumes a Trois relationship for such a person to be satisfied completely. I also think that it is more of an ownership thing of saying you control someone else’s sexuality and you don’t simply because you are lovers.
The one thing I think is for certain is the human race is not naturally faithfully monogamous. We have to work at it and that makes things unnatural at times. I suppose if we git rid of jealousy, envy, and desires to control sex and sexuality, it wouldn’t be a problem. But here we are – the human race – flawed and unhappy because of it.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.