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"Elemental"
Lance shook his wings slightly. He liked the feeling of the sun on his wings. Couple it with the slight wind, and it was a slice of heaven. He loved it, because it reminded him of his mates. The two other fey were strong, and Lance missed them when they went off to patrol their borders. Their home was situated between a lake to the east, a mountain range that had a dormant volcano in it to the west, a dense forest to the south, and a meadow to the north. It was an unusual place to build a home, but it suited the fey triad perfectly.
Lance was a water fey, Keith was a fire fey, and Shiro was a wind fey. Lance and Keith were complete opposites, but Lance supposed that's what drew them together initially, and now, they were near inseparable. Shiro got along splendidly with both of his mates, no matter who was with him at the moment. Shiro patrolled their borders all the time, but only took one of his mates with him if there was some kind of disturbance. The wind carried whispers of a threat from the west, which was one reason Keith went with him.
The other reason was that Lance was expecting, which came as a complete surprise to the trio. They hadn't known that water fey could conceive no matter their gender. They had just recently found out that their little one was a combination of all three of them, but they wouldn't be able to know which aspects took after which parent until he/she was born. Both Keith and Shiro hoped the baby would take after Lance in the elemental sense. Lance hoped the baby would have the darker hair of his/her fathers, maybe even having Keith's purple eyes.
Lance lifted his hand, and a ball of water coalesced in his palm. He played with it, morphing its shape into different three dimensional shapes. One second it was a sphere, then a pyramid, then a prism, and then into a cube. He was just forming it into a cylinder when his mates landed in their garden. Lance let the water return to the lake as he greeted his mates.
Keith rushed over to Lance and cradled him close with his wings closing around them. It always surprised Lance how different fey's wings could be. His were fragile, mostly translucent, and blue in color. Keith's were more durable, no doubt due to the scorching temperatures he could manipulate. They were also more opaque and crimson in color. Shiro's were unusual. They had feathers, which were mostly black, but there was a swatch of white that went in a vertical stripe down each wing as if they were struck by something. Nothing was wrong with his wings, and Shiro never mentioned that anything had ever attacked him and that he was born with the streaks.
Keith buried his nose in Lance's hair, taking in his scent and smiling when he smelled the calmness that Lance's scent usually contained. Lance had a calming afternoon in their somewhat secluded home. The whispers of a threat didn't pan out, but it may have just been that Shiro was paranoid about harm coming to their expecting mate, and the wind had reacted. Keith was glad that there wasn't anything to take care of, except for Lance that was, and Keith and Shiro couldn't think of a better way to spend their evening.
Fin