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of this with your father.” The Witch disappears through the wall.
Chapter 7
Xandra whirls around and stalks towards me. She looks like she is in full temper tantrum mode again. I swear, if she touches me with that amulet around her neck, I am going to throw the arm chair at her. The pain would be about equal. Stopping just inches from me, she stands akimbo. Her favorite pose, apparently. I wonder i f she knows how it accentuates her curves in a way that you could make you almost forget about her personality. Almost. “Why are you really here?” she demands. “I don’t believe for a second that you care that much about the fate of humans , or me.”
“On the contrary, I am quite concerned about your fate.” Since that is the entire, miserable reason I am here.
“Right. What’s in this for you?”
A living hell for the next thousand or so years. “The knowledge that I have prevented the destruction of a lesser civilization.” I doubt that sounds convincing. My heart is not in the words.
Whatever retort she has on her lips is not said as her parents float back through the wall. That must certainly limit the amount of privacy these people have. I would not have liked it if Grandmother had possessed that ability while I was growing up. A lot more of the mischief Kegan and I found would have been discovered.
I am lost in my own thoughts as yet another family argument ensues. I am pulled back into the conversation when the Cowan spirit says, “What would you do to protect my daughter?”
I wonder how he would react if I said I would put her in a sealed tomb and forget about her for the next thousand years . Poorly, I would guess. I am saved from having to make up something that does not require entombing their daughter , when Xandra once again tries to talk her parents out of sending her off with me. One of her biggest arguments is her dislike of the snow and cold. She explains this in her snippy little tone that gets under my skin . If she is going to annoy me so, then t here is no harm in riling her up just for my amusement. “You are half Fairy. Living in the open air should come naturally to you.” Okay, I grew up in a mansion, but I do enjoy the outdoors.
“Yeah, well, apparently I didn’t get that gene. Just that gene? Right. “ What’s your plan – to live in caves and eat berries from trees?”
“If we are lucky enough to find a cave that would provide adequate shelter from precipitation, then yes.” Her face is turning several different shades of reds, now. I work to keep a straight face as I continue to tease her. Though, in the mountains, that probably will be the only shelter we find. There I go, acting like I am going to go through with this.
Round three begins of Xandra versus her parents. It seems the more she argues, the more sure her parents become about sending her away with me. Possibly, her snippy little tone gets under their skin, too.
My attention is once more captured when Xandra accuses her mother of not speaking my name. The little minx is more observant than I have given her credit for. When my neck start s to get tired with th eir volleying back and forth , I say, “She will not speak my name because it will lessen the effect of her magic on me . ”
“What do you mean?” Xandra asks . Her face is still flushed, making those green eyes gleam like beacons in a storm .
“It was probably taught to her when she was very young, as it always was with Witches, that calling a Fairy by name lessens the effect of her magic on that Fairy. She may not even realize she is doing it , as it was probably repeated so often to her when she was young , that it became etched into her mind as a natural response. Apparently some of the old teachings have held true.”
She turns to her mother again. “Is that true?”
“I do seem to have trouble letting his
Chapter 7
Xandra whirls around and stalks towards me. She looks like she is in full temper tantrum mode again. I swear, if she touches me with that amulet around her neck, I am going to throw the arm chair at her. The pain would be about equal. Stopping just inches from me, she stands akimbo. Her favorite pose, apparently. I wonder i f she knows how it accentuates her curves in a way that you could make you almost forget about her personality. Almost. “Why are you really here?” she demands. “I don’t believe for a second that you care that much about the fate of humans , or me.”
“On the contrary, I am quite concerned about your fate.” Since that is the entire, miserable reason I am here.
“Right. What’s in this for you?”
A living hell for the next thousand or so years. “The knowledge that I have prevented the destruction of a lesser civilization.” I doubt that sounds convincing. My heart is not in the words.
Whatever retort she has on her lips is not said as her parents float back through the wall. That must certainly limit the amount of privacy these people have. I would not have liked it if Grandmother had possessed that ability while I was growing up. A lot more of the mischief Kegan and I found would have been discovered.
I am lost in my own thoughts as yet another family argument ensues. I am pulled back into the conversation when the Cowan spirit says, “What would you do to protect my daughter?”
I wonder how he would react if I said I would put her in a sealed tomb and forget about her for the next thousand years . Poorly, I would guess. I am saved from having to make up something that does not require entombing their daughter , when Xandra once again tries to talk her parents out of sending her off with me. One of her biggest arguments is her dislike of the snow and cold. She explains this in her snippy little tone that gets under my skin . If she is going to annoy me so, then t here is no harm in riling her up just for my amusement. “You are half Fairy. Living in the open air should come naturally to you.” Okay, I grew up in a mansion, but I do enjoy the outdoors.
“Yeah, well, apparently I didn’t get that gene. Just that gene? Right. “ What’s your plan – to live in caves and eat berries from trees?”
“If we are lucky enough to find a cave that would provide adequate shelter from precipitation, then yes.” Her face is turning several different shades of reds, now. I work to keep a straight face as I continue to tease her. Though, in the mountains, that probably will be the only shelter we find. There I go, acting like I am going to go through with this.
Round three begins of Xandra versus her parents. It seems the more she argues, the more sure her parents become about sending her away with me. Possibly, her snippy little tone gets under their skin, too.
My attention is once more captured when Xandra accuses her mother of not speaking my name. The little minx is more observant than I have given her credit for. When my neck start s to get tired with th eir volleying back and forth , I say, “She will not speak my name because it will lessen the effect of her magic on me . ”
“What do you mean?” Xandra asks . Her face is still flushed, making those green eyes gleam like beacons in a storm .
“It was probably taught to her when she was very young, as it always was with Witches, that calling a Fairy by name lessens the effect of her magic on that Fairy. She may not even realize she is doing it , as it was probably repeated so often to her when she was young , that it became etched into her mind as a natural response. Apparently some of the old teachings have held true.”
She turns to her mother again. “Is that true?”
“I do seem to have trouble letting his
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