Sky fire

Oh why not?  A little candy for the Borasvar shipper(s?), very quickly written extra fluff with Tesla coils.

The trick was coils.  Wires moved the sparking fire about, but little more.  But coils caused it to echo and build and jump forth, brighter than a lightening clap.  Why hadn’t he thought of it?  Braided and spiraled like her pinned hair, around and around.  Sparks came between strands, not at the ends.  

More wire.  Iron.  Copper.  Silver.  Not gold.  Gold didn’t work.  Of course not.  If only there was mithril.  He would try them all.  The trick was creating the spark in the first place, though.  He hadn’t got the spark.  This was why Sidbron found him sitting on the floor with vats of acid and lengths of tubing, his nose buried in a tattered text on alchemy.

“Ada?  Ada!  What…”

“Sidbron, good.  I need you to hold this.  Put on those gloves.  The leather ones with the waxed… no.  The rubber-sap coating.”

“Ada, you’re burned.”

“Before I used the rubber sap gloves.  I need you to hold the clamps so the tube couples the cells.”

“What are you doing?”

“Coupling the cells.  Hold the tube.”

Sidbron stood in the doorway a few more hesitant moments.  “I can call someone.”

Borasvar gave him a peeved look.  “Son, there is a purpose to this.  Now come hold the tube.”

With even steps, strong now as they had been for millennia now, Sidbron crossed, donned gloves, then held the clamps.  Borasvar frowned as he adjusted wires, then beamed as the coil crackled to life and sent a jolt of lightening to char the roof.  “Hah!  The silver!  Of course the silver.”

“The silver what?”

Borasvar sat back and motioned Sidbron to remove the clamps.  “The silver loop… things.  The sparks move through them best.  Strong and sure and quick.”

Sidbron was looking at him with a mixture of horror and hope, which he met with a sheepish grin.  “It was just a thought.  If we could move that power from one place to another, just think of what could be done!”

“You sound like N… like you’re making weapons.”

Borasvar sobered, then said, “You’re allowed to mention her.  I won’t break if you do.”

“You say that, and then someone brings up Feanor or dwarves or Eregion or anatomy at dinner, you shout at them and walk out.  You did it last week, and all Aunt Lalaith said was that healers charge too much for simple treatments.  You’re sure you’re well?  One moment you’re in the forests and set to wed, and the next you’ve got a hut on the shore and you’re blowing the roof off every week.”

His foster-father’s brows raised in an expression that would have been normal four thousand years ago.  Now, it felt like sitting next to a ghost seeing him alert and wry, and even occasionally explosive.  “You didn’t think I was well when I was living a carefree woodland life like a normal Nando either.  Make up your mind, son.  Do you want me normal, or do you want me normal?”

“I…”  Sidbron pulled at his now-respectable braids.  “I don’t want you to die again is all.  Certainly not doing… whatever this is.  However striking.”  He gave the arcing stain on the plaster roof a look of interest.  “Why the sudden change?  I’m all grown up now, you know.  A grandfather even.  You can tell me things.”

Borasvar looked sheepish, saying, “In some ways you’re older than I am now, aren’t you, inkblot?  But to me, you’re still a young man chasing his bride off on a swan-boat into the great unknown.”  He leaned back against the wall, silent a while before asking, “Do you miss your Nana?  The one who raised you, not the one who begat you.”

There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, “Of course I miss her.  She’s my NanaAda!  I keep thinking ‘If only she saw her grandchild’s writings’ or ‘how would she like this mural.’  Every day.  You?”

His father who wasn’t his father, and who was more a father to him than his father stared longingly at the glimmer of silver coiled around the slender tubing.  “She is a difficult woman to forget.”

“What does this have to do with you attempting to incinerate perfectly sound fishing huts?”

He didn’t speak for a long while, then said, “I miss your Naneth.”

Sidbron thought about it for a moment, remembering the blinding white flash moments earlier.  He said, softly, “I think I understand.”

“She’d know what to do with this.”

“Besides turning orcs to char?”

Borasvar laughed, a laugh that had far more presence to it than any he had produced since leaving Mandos.  “Perhaps I’d better think of a thing or two myself.”

They sat quietly as the tide sucked fretfully at the shore beyond the dunes.  Finally, Sidbron said, “It’s beautiful.”

Borasvar agreed, “Beautiful and terrible.  But not evil.  It simply is.  Eru made it so.”

“Eru and you.”

Borasvar snorted and let his fingers play a little with spare silver wire.  “Oh no.  She makes herself.  I only hold her hand.”

Sidbron blinked and said softly, “You do know she’s not here.”

The older elf’s expression was full of the sorrow than only the fully aware can feel.  “Only as present as she wishes to be.  As always, her wishes rule supreme.”

Sidbron faltered, uncertain of what, if anything, he could say to that.  But Borasvar picked up the delicate silver wire with a lover’s touch, saying with the softness of a lullaby, “But perhaps there is a way to conduct it.”

“You are going to conduct Nana with wire.”

Borasvar blinked.  “Hmm?  No, no, son.  The spark-fire.  It chooses to seek out certain metals.  It is a creature of habit and passion.  It cannot help but pursue… that which comes into its path, if it is the right enticement.”

Sidbron nodded slowly and began to remove his gloves, but Borasvar was up again.  “All right.  I think I have it.  We need to attract the strike with a target.  Yes, a target.  I want you to take this silver bowl…”


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1 Response to Sky fire

  1. amimain says:

    I need a Borasvar cheat sheet. I’m uncertain of where each individual post falls along the timeline.

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