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you bring the horse back here to collect the wagon?”
The heat from Thalia’s small hand seeped into Lumos’ arm. He covered her fingers and looked into her excited face, relieved she did not baulk at his touch. “Take only what is necessary. We may have to leave the wagon and ride the horse. Is he a big beast?”
“Aye, he pulled the king’s ale wagon.” Thalia dropped her hand. “I call him Albert.”
Lumos picked up the basket. Her touch still tingled on his skin. He moved towards the pathway, turned and held out his hand seeking her touch. When Thalia coyly rested her small digits on his palm, his dragon sung with joy. He gazed down into her flushed face.
“Come then, we have much to do before we leave.” He chuckled. “I’ve yet to meet a horse named Albert.”
Chapter Six
Lumos gaped at the pile of silk dresses and frowned. “Leave those gowns behind. Take only your undergarments. We’ll buy boy’s clothes for you at the first village.”
“I’m to dress as a boy?” Thalia stared at Lumos. Her mouth dropped open. “That is…is…most unbecoming. Everyone will see the shape of my legs.”
He shrugged. How could he tell her of the dangers of travelling as a woman? They would transverse many realms, filled with creatures unknown to her, many of which would desire her in much the same way as Erik had. In truth, many warriors, as an addition to their tribe, would highly value the witch’s chestnut hair and her powers.
“The way will be rough, sometimes cold. Wearing pants and a cloak will be more comfortable and we may have to fight or run for our lives.” He fingered a delicate, yellow silk dress. “You can’t ride in a garment like this without exposing a good part of your legs. At least a pair of pants will cover them and you’ll be much warmer travelling through the mountains.”
“I understand.” Thalia picked up her woollen cloak. “Then I’ll need only one bag for my clothes and another for medicines.”
Lumos let the tension in his jaw relax. He smiled at her. “I’ll pack some food.” He glanced around at the ample provisions stacked in the small cottage. “The dried fruit and nuts will remain fresh for some weeks.”
“How will you buy clothes without money?” Thalia pushed a pile of neatly folded garments into a canvas bag.
Lumos sniffed a jug of elderberry wine. “In every village there is a shrine or sacred spring where Nomags give offerings to the gods. I’ll take what we need.”
“Steal from the gods?” Thalia covered her mouth. “No! There must be another way. Perhaps I can sell my dresses?”
“As a Dragonfae, I’m permitted to use offerings to aid me in times of need.” Lumos carried an armful of jugs through the front door. “You didn’t mention you had wine. Did you make this?” He stowed the wine in the wagon.
“Aye, it is sometimes necessary to mix wine with herbs to make healing potions.”
Grinning, Lumos walked back inside the cottage. “Ten flagons?” He filled a basket with nuts. “Do you think perhaps you could spare a little for a good friend?” He collected jars of honey from the shelf and packed them neatly in a wooden crate. “Thalia?”
“Wine does strange things to men.” Thalia shot Lumos a look of disgust. “I think not.”
Tipping his head on one side, Lumos studied the girl before him. The need to protect this delightful female throbbed through him. Her small hands trembled. He opened his arms wide. “Am I truly a man?” He picked up the box of honey. “Look at me, Thalia. Do I resemble a Nomag?”
“No, I agree you’re not human. I do understand you are the Nightdragon but, to me, you are male in every way.”
“I hope so, but my dragon will protect you, no matter how much wine he consumes.” Lumos sighed. “You have my word, little one.” Hoisting the box on his shoulder, he strode out of the cottage.
Thalia stared after Lumos. The Fae moved like a cat, every muscle defined beneath
The heat from Thalia’s small hand seeped into Lumos’ arm. He covered her fingers and looked into her excited face, relieved she did not baulk at his touch. “Take only what is necessary. We may have to leave the wagon and ride the horse. Is he a big beast?”
“Aye, he pulled the king’s ale wagon.” Thalia dropped her hand. “I call him Albert.”
Lumos picked up the basket. Her touch still tingled on his skin. He moved towards the pathway, turned and held out his hand seeking her touch. When Thalia coyly rested her small digits on his palm, his dragon sung with joy. He gazed down into her flushed face.
“Come then, we have much to do before we leave.” He chuckled. “I’ve yet to meet a horse named Albert.”
Chapter Six
Lumos gaped at the pile of silk dresses and frowned. “Leave those gowns behind. Take only your undergarments. We’ll buy boy’s clothes for you at the first village.”
“I’m to dress as a boy?” Thalia stared at Lumos. Her mouth dropped open. “That is…is…most unbecoming. Everyone will see the shape of my legs.”
He shrugged. How could he tell her of the dangers of travelling as a woman? They would transverse many realms, filled with creatures unknown to her, many of which would desire her in much the same way as Erik had. In truth, many warriors, as an addition to their tribe, would highly value the witch’s chestnut hair and her powers.
“The way will be rough, sometimes cold. Wearing pants and a cloak will be more comfortable and we may have to fight or run for our lives.” He fingered a delicate, yellow silk dress. “You can’t ride in a garment like this without exposing a good part of your legs. At least a pair of pants will cover them and you’ll be much warmer travelling through the mountains.”
“I understand.” Thalia picked up her woollen cloak. “Then I’ll need only one bag for my clothes and another for medicines.”
Lumos let the tension in his jaw relax. He smiled at her. “I’ll pack some food.” He glanced around at the ample provisions stacked in the small cottage. “The dried fruit and nuts will remain fresh for some weeks.”
“How will you buy clothes without money?” Thalia pushed a pile of neatly folded garments into a canvas bag.
Lumos sniffed a jug of elderberry wine. “In every village there is a shrine or sacred spring where Nomags give offerings to the gods. I’ll take what we need.”
“Steal from the gods?” Thalia covered her mouth. “No! There must be another way. Perhaps I can sell my dresses?”
“As a Dragonfae, I’m permitted to use offerings to aid me in times of need.” Lumos carried an armful of jugs through the front door. “You didn’t mention you had wine. Did you make this?” He stowed the wine in the wagon.
“Aye, it is sometimes necessary to mix wine with herbs to make healing potions.”
Grinning, Lumos walked back inside the cottage. “Ten flagons?” He filled a basket with nuts. “Do you think perhaps you could spare a little for a good friend?” He collected jars of honey from the shelf and packed them neatly in a wooden crate. “Thalia?”
“Wine does strange things to men.” Thalia shot Lumos a look of disgust. “I think not.”
Tipping his head on one side, Lumos studied the girl before him. The need to protect this delightful female throbbed through him. Her small hands trembled. He opened his arms wide. “Am I truly a man?” He picked up the box of honey. “Look at me, Thalia. Do I resemble a Nomag?”
“No, I agree you’re not human. I do understand you are the Nightdragon but, to me, you are male in every way.”
“I hope so, but my dragon will protect you, no matter how much wine he consumes.” Lumos sighed. “You have my word, little one.” Hoisting the box on his shoulder, he strode out of the cottage.
Thalia stared after Lumos. The Fae moved like a cat, every muscle defined beneath
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