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    Birthright

    In the Temple school, she met her best friend,
    Aradia, daughter of a magistrate of a neighbouring province. The
    two grew close and finally took the Oath of Spirit Sisters, an oath
    which connected their spirits in a bond stronger than blood ties.
    The two priestesses shared an empathy not only with each other, but
    with all and both completed their healer training. Aradia was
    compelled by responsibility to return to her homeland, but
    Jaièl remained in the Temple until she had learned all they
    could teach her, rising to the rank of magic-wielder. Aradia
    returned as often as she could and soon had also attained that most
    coveted rank. Together, the sisters made a formidable team. It had
    been Jaièl's idea, however to go on this mission, to find
    her lost sister. Aradia had agreed to accompany her, mainly to keep
    her sister out of trouble, but also because of the deep affection
    she, too felt for Neptunis and a desire to restore one of their own
    to her people. The princess suppressed another sigh, knowing the
    warrior's sharp hearing would pick it up and Xena would grow
    annoyed. She hoped Xena would stop soon, but she respected the
    warrior's ability to discern which stand of trees or clumps of
    brush afforded the best shelter from the wind and cold. Jaièl
    knew that when Xena found a likely spot, she would call a halt and
    then they could build a fire.

    Gabrielle, sensing Jaièl's discomfort, rode
    up alongside the princess and whispered – knowing her partner would
    hear and get the hint. "I'm freezing! Sure hope we stop
    pretty soon. How are you doing, Your Highness?" asked the
    Bard.

    "Oh, I'm fine," said Jaièl,
    brightly, feigning energy she didn't really have. "And
    please, Gabrielle, you don't have to call me that.
    Okay?"

    "Sure," said the Bard, grinning. It had
    been Gabrielle who had volunteered Xena and herself as an escort to
    these two. Xena had agreed, partly to indulge the Bard and partly
    because she was intrigued. She had heard of the Princess Nadi's
    kidnapping and had been amazed that no trace of the child had ever
    been found, given the extent of the search. Now, so many years
    later, Jaièl claimed to have located her – using her
    "magic". Xena wasn't impressed by magic – too often,
    she had seen that "magic" was nothing more than trickery
    and sleight of hand – or godly interference. True magic, like that
    these women claimed to possess, was rare, if it existed at all,
    outside of Olympus – which Xena very much doubted. Yet there was
    something here…some sense…a feeling, of sorts, which she picked
    up from both Aradia and Jaièl – much like Xena experienced
    when a god was nearby, only deeper below the surface of her
    consciousness. Something she could only just perceive, but not
    quite capture. It intrigued her, to say the least.

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