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Authors: Sasha L. Miller
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however, not caring that he was once again stuck craning his neck up at Isaia. He let his wet shirt drop to the ground, wishing it were dry so he could put it on again.
Instead of looming over him, Isaia knelt on the floor facing him. He was wearing a bright orange and yellow scarf around his waist that matched his scales, making them all but glow in the dim light of the house.
"I'm sorry about Teria. She likes to be in charge," Isaia said. He scowled at the front door. "She's decided to sleep outside for the evening." The way he said it, it sounded less like a decision and more like something Isaia had made her do. Amantea wasn't going to argue. He absolutely didn't want to be manhandled. Not by Teria, and even thinking about Isaia like that was a recipe for disaster. Amantea didn't want to get eaten by a dragon, not after all this.
"So we're going to deal with Naldo tomorrow?" Amantea confirmed.
"Yes." Isaia's expression darkened, and Amantea would have felt sorry for Naldo, but he couldn't gather the energy to care about a man who thought kidnapping and blackmail and attempting to destroy a faery nest were good ideas. "But that's to deal with tomorrow. I can lend you some wraps for tonight while your clothes dry out and set up a nest for you if you want to sleep down here."
Amantea nodded, then realized that wasn't a sufficient enough response. "That sounds good."
Isaia stood, stupidly graceful despite the swimming and the lake and, well, he hadn't done two portals, but Amantea still didn't approve of him having more energy. He held out a hand, and Amantea took it.
Oddly, Isaia didn't let go of his hand as he led the way across the room to where his trunk of wraps was. "Pick any."
Amantea snagged the first one that caught his eye, a pretty green thing that was decorated in swirls of lighter green and a soft cream color. Isaia waited, and Amantea scowled at him. "Turn around."
"Right, faeries." Isaia rolled his eyes, like nudity wasn't a big deal. Given the way Isaia treated his own nakedness, that was probably a fair assessment when it came to dragons. As soon as Isaia had turned, Amantea struggled out of the rest of his wet clothes. His skin was damp and clammy, but Amantea awkwardly draped the wrap around his waist, tying it in a single knot at his hip. It was nowhere near as covering as he was used to, but he'd deal until his clothing was dry. Particularly if he got to sleep soon.
"You want dinner? Or sleep?" Isaia asked, not turning around.
"You can turn around," Amantea grumbled. He crossed his arms over his stomach, well aware he was shorter and uncolorful and far less muscled than Isaia. "I want sleep."
Isaia grinned at him, baring all his teeth, and his eyes skated from Amantea's head to his bare feet. "I'll set up another nest, all right? Like before?"
"Fine," Amantea muttered, skulking away before Isaia did something else for him. He nudged some of the odds and ends that were on the floor back toward the trunk they'd come from, wishing his life would go back to making sense. He'd only had to catch a dragon and save his nest, and somehow that had turned into... What, making friends with dragons and rescuing kidnapped sisters and dealing with rogue witches...
"How's that?" Isaia asked, gesturing to his masterpiece. He'd folded up one of his scarves again—thankfully not the one he'd been wearing that time—and tucked it on top of a cushion. Potentially the cushion from the lake cave? Amantea couldn't remember if there had been any cushions in the house before. He shifted forms, careful to make the wrap shift with him, and then flew over to the nest.
It was soft and cozy, and Amantea curled up, tugging a bit of the scarf down over him. He was still cold, but he'd warm up. "Good," Amantea yelled, so that Isaia had a chance of hearing him.
"Good," Isaia said. He loomed over Amantea's bed for a moment, and Amantea was too tired and too small and at too awkward an angle to see his expression well. Isaia
Instead of looming over him, Isaia knelt on the floor facing him. He was wearing a bright orange and yellow scarf around his waist that matched his scales, making them all but glow in the dim light of the house.
"I'm sorry about Teria. She likes to be in charge," Isaia said. He scowled at the front door. "She's decided to sleep outside for the evening." The way he said it, it sounded less like a decision and more like something Isaia had made her do. Amantea wasn't going to argue. He absolutely didn't want to be manhandled. Not by Teria, and even thinking about Isaia like that was a recipe for disaster. Amantea didn't want to get eaten by a dragon, not after all this.
"So we're going to deal with Naldo tomorrow?" Amantea confirmed.
"Yes." Isaia's expression darkened, and Amantea would have felt sorry for Naldo, but he couldn't gather the energy to care about a man who thought kidnapping and blackmail and attempting to destroy a faery nest were good ideas. "But that's to deal with tomorrow. I can lend you some wraps for tonight while your clothes dry out and set up a nest for you if you want to sleep down here."
Amantea nodded, then realized that wasn't a sufficient enough response. "That sounds good."
Isaia stood, stupidly graceful despite the swimming and the lake and, well, he hadn't done two portals, but Amantea still didn't approve of him having more energy. He held out a hand, and Amantea took it.
Oddly, Isaia didn't let go of his hand as he led the way across the room to where his trunk of wraps was. "Pick any."
Amantea snagged the first one that caught his eye, a pretty green thing that was decorated in swirls of lighter green and a soft cream color. Isaia waited, and Amantea scowled at him. "Turn around."
"Right, faeries." Isaia rolled his eyes, like nudity wasn't a big deal. Given the way Isaia treated his own nakedness, that was probably a fair assessment when it came to dragons. As soon as Isaia had turned, Amantea struggled out of the rest of his wet clothes. His skin was damp and clammy, but Amantea awkwardly draped the wrap around his waist, tying it in a single knot at his hip. It was nowhere near as covering as he was used to, but he'd deal until his clothing was dry. Particularly if he got to sleep soon.
"You want dinner? Or sleep?" Isaia asked, not turning around.
"You can turn around," Amantea grumbled. He crossed his arms over his stomach, well aware he was shorter and uncolorful and far less muscled than Isaia. "I want sleep."
Isaia grinned at him, baring all his teeth, and his eyes skated from Amantea's head to his bare feet. "I'll set up another nest, all right? Like before?"
"Fine," Amantea muttered, skulking away before Isaia did something else for him. He nudged some of the odds and ends that were on the floor back toward the trunk they'd come from, wishing his life would go back to making sense. He'd only had to catch a dragon and save his nest, and somehow that had turned into... What, making friends with dragons and rescuing kidnapped sisters and dealing with rogue witches...
"How's that?" Isaia asked, gesturing to his masterpiece. He'd folded up one of his scarves again—thankfully not the one he'd been wearing that time—and tucked it on top of a cushion. Potentially the cushion from the lake cave? Amantea couldn't remember if there had been any cushions in the house before. He shifted forms, careful to make the wrap shift with him, and then flew over to the nest.
It was soft and cozy, and Amantea curled up, tugging a bit of the scarf down over him. He was still cold, but he'd warm up. "Good," Amantea yelled, so that Isaia had a chance of hearing him.
"Good," Isaia said. He loomed over Amantea's bed for a moment, and Amantea was too tired and too small and at too awkward an angle to see his expression well. Isaia
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