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things stay on schedule I will meet you again at the mountain pass" he said.
Kitch and Trak arrived on their steeds. "We are riding with you to the pass. Donny can't have all the fun. Congratulations, big brother! The whole main lodge is buzzing with the news of you and Donny. All the braves are now officially in mourning. Some advice from our momma to prevent a good relationship from going stale in the first few hundred years is 'Ali, he is a good man but keep him on his toes'" grinned an irrepressible Kitch.
"Will do" grinned Ali.
Trak smiled and nodded at Ali and Donny, then rode on. Donny, Ali and Kitch kicked on their steeds to follow. Kitch continued his commentary as they went.
"Trak has now given you his official nod of approved. He must be delighted. We all are. The elders have declared it to be a good match. We know you well enough to know Donny will have his hands full. We will have to send word to all the mortal women that Donny is hooked up and off limits. They will be crying in their soup tonight. When you hear wailing and the gnashing of teeth you will know they received the message" he laughed.
Donny took Ali's hand in his as they rode along. "Those women no longer exist to me. Don't worry" said Donny as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"Donny will be too busy staring down the braves who try to catch your eye, Ali" laughed Kitch.
"There are plenty of better looking women than me for their attentions" supplied Ali.
"But Ali, you are interesting. You don't blend in like plenty of others. Besides, after your encounter with the immortal hunter you have a rock solid reputation as a total bad-ass babe. Sure, there are plenty of good looking women around but if they are whiney, boring or clingy then we know that gets old fast. Immortal men are on the lookout for beautiful women with a tonne of character, courage and spirit to choose as their ideal mates. You check all our boxes. We all love you, Ali. It was just Donny fell hard, deep and fast and then stepped up to the mark to claim you before anyone else had a chance" answered Kitch.
"Kitch, after that encounter with the immortal hunter I was shaking like a leaf and my knees were so wobbly I had to sit down with my head between my knees" said Ali.
"What is important is that you stood your ground and your aim was true. The rest was just adrenalin. Everyone gets that after the danger has passed. Most of us throw up after a battle too" said Kitch.
"Too much information!" announced Ali.
Kitch happily kept the conversation flowing around daring deeds, famous warriors and great battles. He told of their regular outings to cull multipeds. Ali insisted that she be included in their next culling venture. Donny ground his teeth together but said nothing to oppose the idea.
When the sun was high they passed food around and ate as they rode slowly. The sun beat down as if to declare the end of spring. Ali felt a deep contentment as birdsong filled the forest and the gentle breezes spread the scents of pine and healthy earth. The forest felt like her home.
They reached the forest encampment by mid-afternoon. Trak and Kitch took the steeds to rub them down. Ali followed a brooding Donny down to the riverbank. He sat down and leaned up against the trunk of a broad tree. Ali curled up on his lap, closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat while encircled in the firm embrace of his powerful arms. No words were needed. Ali slept in Donny's arm until the night closed in. The Donny carried her back to the camp and he gently tucked her into her bed then tenderly kissed her goodnight.
Chapter 13
Ali woke well before dawn and dressed warmly. She went to saddle her steeds and saw Donny as he was hooking on the saddlebags.
"I couldn't sleep. Everything is ready to go" he mumbled.
Ali approached him and pulled his head down to kiss her. They kissed long and slow. "If
Kitch and Trak arrived on their steeds. "We are riding with you to the pass. Donny can't have all the fun. Congratulations, big brother! The whole main lodge is buzzing with the news of you and Donny. All the braves are now officially in mourning. Some advice from our momma to prevent a good relationship from going stale in the first few hundred years is 'Ali, he is a good man but keep him on his toes'" grinned an irrepressible Kitch.
"Will do" grinned Ali.
Trak smiled and nodded at Ali and Donny, then rode on. Donny, Ali and Kitch kicked on their steeds to follow. Kitch continued his commentary as they went.
"Trak has now given you his official nod of approved. He must be delighted. We all are. The elders have declared it to be a good match. We know you well enough to know Donny will have his hands full. We will have to send word to all the mortal women that Donny is hooked up and off limits. They will be crying in their soup tonight. When you hear wailing and the gnashing of teeth you will know they received the message" he laughed.
Donny took Ali's hand in his as they rode along. "Those women no longer exist to me. Don't worry" said Donny as he squeezed her hand in reassurance.
"Donny will be too busy staring down the braves who try to catch your eye, Ali" laughed Kitch.
"There are plenty of better looking women than me for their attentions" supplied Ali.
"But Ali, you are interesting. You don't blend in like plenty of others. Besides, after your encounter with the immortal hunter you have a rock solid reputation as a total bad-ass babe. Sure, there are plenty of good looking women around but if they are whiney, boring or clingy then we know that gets old fast. Immortal men are on the lookout for beautiful women with a tonne of character, courage and spirit to choose as their ideal mates. You check all our boxes. We all love you, Ali. It was just Donny fell hard, deep and fast and then stepped up to the mark to claim you before anyone else had a chance" answered Kitch.
"Kitch, after that encounter with the immortal hunter I was shaking like a leaf and my knees were so wobbly I had to sit down with my head between my knees" said Ali.
"What is important is that you stood your ground and your aim was true. The rest was just adrenalin. Everyone gets that after the danger has passed. Most of us throw up after a battle too" said Kitch.
"Too much information!" announced Ali.
Kitch happily kept the conversation flowing around daring deeds, famous warriors and great battles. He told of their regular outings to cull multipeds. Ali insisted that she be included in their next culling venture. Donny ground his teeth together but said nothing to oppose the idea.
When the sun was high they passed food around and ate as they rode slowly. The sun beat down as if to declare the end of spring. Ali felt a deep contentment as birdsong filled the forest and the gentle breezes spread the scents of pine and healthy earth. The forest felt like her home.
They reached the forest encampment by mid-afternoon. Trak and Kitch took the steeds to rub them down. Ali followed a brooding Donny down to the riverbank. He sat down and leaned up against the trunk of a broad tree. Ali curled up on his lap, closed her eyes and listened to his strong heartbeat while encircled in the firm embrace of his powerful arms. No words were needed. Ali slept in Donny's arm until the night closed in. The Donny carried her back to the camp and he gently tucked her into her bed then tenderly kissed her goodnight.
Chapter 13
Ali woke well before dawn and dressed warmly. She went to saddle her steeds and saw Donny as he was hooking on the saddlebags.
"I couldn't sleep. Everything is ready to go" he mumbled.
Ali approached him and pulled his head down to kiss her. They kissed long and slow. "If
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