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food.
Without even so much as a fare-thee-well, Peabrain vanished from within the flame.
Freyr turned to ask Baba what she planned to cook for him, but she brusquely waved him off. Lifting her leather thong off from around her neck, she took her pendant in hand and tipped it over. A glass vial filled her palm. There was nothing all that unique or interesting about it. A fluid rolled inside it. It was clear and didn’t at all seem magical. Water, maybe? He was thirsty. He reached out for it, but she smacked his hand hard.
“No touching.”
Looking down at his still stinging hand, he murmured. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share, shrew?”
She snorted then slowly and very carefully unstoppered the vial. “I have no mother. And you cannot drink this, you idiot, unless you wish to drown.” Her pretty eyes sparkled with teasing laughter.
“You forget who I am, love.” No god could drown, especially not in simple water. And here he thought her smarter than that. How very disappointing.
Looking supremely confident, she said. “Oh, no, I haven’t forgotten. And I’m sure you’ll remind me every second of every day I’m stuck in this cesspit with you. But just for your information, you infuriatingly sexy imbecile—”
She thought he was sexy. He grinned.
“—this vial contains water from the agua infinitum tributary.”
“What the hell is that?”
Rolling her eyes, she very carefully tipped the vial over. He thought she meant to pour out the entire contents, but she only allowed one drop to fall into the bowl before quickly stoppering it. He noted the water doubling in mass and then again and again and again until she finally spoke. “ Fin !”
It stopped once it reached the very tip of the bowl itself.
He nodded. “Point taken.”
She smirked.
“Well then, if it’s not to drink, what is it for?”
“To do magick, of course, you bloody fool.”
“Ah, witch, your endearments warm the cockles of my heart.” He grabbed at his chest, gratified to see her chuckling again.
Freyr didn’t think for a second that laughter was her natural state, which meant he was causing it because, of course, that was his charm. Being hated by none very often came in handy.
“And I never said it wasn’t for drinking,” she pressed on, “only that in its natural state, it would drown you, me, anything really.” Standing, she carefully stepped over the bowl and walked about twenty paces off to the side before once more uncorking the vial and tipping it over. And just as before, she only allowed one drop to fall. Then she raced back to him. Blood had risen high on her cheeks from the exercise. Her creamy skin practically glowed as she stared ahead. He did too, more in shock than anything because the water was triple what it’d been in the bowl and only growing longer, broader, and deeper. It cut through the earth like a hot knife through butter. Soon, it would become a raging rapid. He frowned, glancing at Baba who sat entranced beside him, watching the water grow like a mighty serpent uncoiling from deep within the earth’s bosom.
Freyr scratched the side of his jaw. She’d said that unchecked the water would go out on control. So why didn’t she stop it already? It was now reaching well past their campfire, winding a serpentine path in two directions, growing broader and broader as it went.
The waters roared and churned, capping with white foam.
“ Fin ,” he muttered beneath his breath.
She obviously heard because she cackled. “You can’t stop it. Only I can.”
“Then maybe you should consider stopping it now, love,” he said in exasperation, scooting back on his heels. The water was now mere feet away from him.
“What a baby you are. Fin !”
And just like that, it ceased, now nothing more than a gently gurgling brook. He lifted a brow and glanced back at her, reluctantly impressed this time.
“Where exactly did you say you found that demonic water?”
She snickered and picked
Without even so much as a fare-thee-well, Peabrain vanished from within the flame.
Freyr turned to ask Baba what she planned to cook for him, but she brusquely waved him off. Lifting her leather thong off from around her neck, she took her pendant in hand and tipped it over. A glass vial filled her palm. There was nothing all that unique or interesting about it. A fluid rolled inside it. It was clear and didn’t at all seem magical. Water, maybe? He was thirsty. He reached out for it, but she smacked his hand hard.
“No touching.”
Looking down at his still stinging hand, he murmured. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to share, shrew?”
She snorted then slowly and very carefully unstoppered the vial. “I have no mother. And you cannot drink this, you idiot, unless you wish to drown.” Her pretty eyes sparkled with teasing laughter.
“You forget who I am, love.” No god could drown, especially not in simple water. And here he thought her smarter than that. How very disappointing.
Looking supremely confident, she said. “Oh, no, I haven’t forgotten. And I’m sure you’ll remind me every second of every day I’m stuck in this cesspit with you. But just for your information, you infuriatingly sexy imbecile—”
She thought he was sexy. He grinned.
“—this vial contains water from the agua infinitum tributary.”
“What the hell is that?”
Rolling her eyes, she very carefully tipped the vial over. He thought she meant to pour out the entire contents, but she only allowed one drop to fall into the bowl before quickly stoppering it. He noted the water doubling in mass and then again and again and again until she finally spoke. “ Fin !”
It stopped once it reached the very tip of the bowl itself.
He nodded. “Point taken.”
She smirked.
“Well then, if it’s not to drink, what is it for?”
“To do magick, of course, you bloody fool.”
“Ah, witch, your endearments warm the cockles of my heart.” He grabbed at his chest, gratified to see her chuckling again.
Freyr didn’t think for a second that laughter was her natural state, which meant he was causing it because, of course, that was his charm. Being hated by none very often came in handy.
“And I never said it wasn’t for drinking,” she pressed on, “only that in its natural state, it would drown you, me, anything really.” Standing, she carefully stepped over the bowl and walked about twenty paces off to the side before once more uncorking the vial and tipping it over. And just as before, she only allowed one drop to fall. Then she raced back to him. Blood had risen high on her cheeks from the exercise. Her creamy skin practically glowed as she stared ahead. He did too, more in shock than anything because the water was triple what it’d been in the bowl and only growing longer, broader, and deeper. It cut through the earth like a hot knife through butter. Soon, it would become a raging rapid. He frowned, glancing at Baba who sat entranced beside him, watching the water grow like a mighty serpent uncoiling from deep within the earth’s bosom.
Freyr scratched the side of his jaw. She’d said that unchecked the water would go out on control. So why didn’t she stop it already? It was now reaching well past their campfire, winding a serpentine path in two directions, growing broader and broader as it went.
The waters roared and churned, capping with white foam.
“ Fin ,” he muttered beneath his breath.
She obviously heard because she cackled. “You can’t stop it. Only I can.”
“Then maybe you should consider stopping it now, love,” he said in exasperation, scooting back on his heels. The water was now mere feet away from him.
“What a baby you are. Fin !”
And just like that, it ceased, now nothing more than a gently gurgling brook. He lifted a brow and glanced back at her, reluctantly impressed this time.
“Where exactly did you say you found that demonic water?”
She snickered and picked
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