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leaders.”
“Fair enough. Still, I want you to be happy. But for now I need some roast pig or whatever’s to eat around here,” said Rohan, standing and straightening his tunic. “I’d forgotten how ridiculous our clothing is,” he said. “Why has no one discovered the joys of a cotton t-shirt and a pair of jeans?”
“Welcome back to the middle ages,” laughed Lily.
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11
L ily spent idle afternoons wandering the grounds around Dundurn or hiking through the woods and bathing in the streams which meandered, vein-like, under green swaying branches of dense forest beyond the castle grounds. On occasion when she was a good distance from human society she shifted, allowing her graceful dragon form some time in the air to soar as she had as a youngster, above raging whitecaps in the ocean below or masses of green treetops, more free even than the birds who fled from her in terror as she approached.
When she’d been younger, her déor had been gangly and awkward like a fawn whose legs didn’t know which way to move. Her dragon’s long neck had made it look as though its head were too heavy for its thin body. But as she’d grown to her full height, the creature had grown as well, becoming beautiful, lithe as a bounding deer, but strong as a great lion.
As she took to the sky she often found herself gravitating toward the areas near the ocean’s shore. She loved to watch the waves strike the rock face of Cornwall’s coast with a force that had created great, gaping holes in the stone over time, ancient caves which called out to be explored. When she and Rohan had been little, they’d spent a good deal of time roaming around them and through their dark tunnels which occasionally flooded with the rising of the tide.
In spite of the days long ago when the twins had been held against their will in a barrow by their grandfather, neither of them associated these natural caverns with him or their ordeal.
And ironically enough, Lily realized, the absence of Conor seemed a much worse fate now than something that had occurred so long in the past. He remained firmly entrenched in her mind as though someone had fixed him in place, and nothing seemed to cure her of thoughts and fantasies of him—his eyes, mouth, body. And so she allowed the images to move through her thoughts, enjoying them while they lasted. So he’d become a spectre, a mere dream of a man. He was a pleasant one, and she enjoyed the company.
It was on one of her relaxing afternoons that she returned to Dundurn Castle to find her mother waiting for her.
“We’re having a guest at dinner tonight,” Gwynne told her. “Wear something nice.”
Her face, though warm and smiling, dictated that she meant business. This guest must be some sort of noble associate of Lily’s fathers’. Since the conflict so many years ago with Lord Drake, her kidnapper and grandfather who’d done his best to take down the wolves, the land had been largely at peace.
Often Lachlan and Rauth met with other noblemen in order to negotiate about matters of land and hierarchy, always in the interest of preserving the calm that had settled on their land. Some of the men who came for prolonged visits—many, in fact—didn’t realize that they were dealing with dire wolf shifters. They saw the alphas as aristocrats interested in financial dealings rather than the hulking creatures who hunted through the woods in packs.
Lily dressed for the evening in a long silk gown, much like what her mother tended so often to wear. But whereas Gwynne favoured golden shades, her daughter chose often to cover herself in crimson. Something in the colour empowered her, and as she gazed at her reflection when she’d dressed she thought of Conor, wondering what he would think of the sight of the young woman he seemed so attracted to as she was now; very much of a different era, a regal air to her. Her curves which had rendered her self-conscious in his time were accentuated by her clothing
“Fair enough. Still, I want you to be happy. But for now I need some roast pig or whatever’s to eat around here,” said Rohan, standing and straightening his tunic. “I’d forgotten how ridiculous our clothing is,” he said. “Why has no one discovered the joys of a cotton t-shirt and a pair of jeans?”
“Welcome back to the middle ages,” laughed Lily.
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11
L ily spent idle afternoons wandering the grounds around Dundurn or hiking through the woods and bathing in the streams which meandered, vein-like, under green swaying branches of dense forest beyond the castle grounds. On occasion when she was a good distance from human society she shifted, allowing her graceful dragon form some time in the air to soar as she had as a youngster, above raging whitecaps in the ocean below or masses of green treetops, more free even than the birds who fled from her in terror as she approached.
When she’d been younger, her déor had been gangly and awkward like a fawn whose legs didn’t know which way to move. Her dragon’s long neck had made it look as though its head were too heavy for its thin body. But as she’d grown to her full height, the creature had grown as well, becoming beautiful, lithe as a bounding deer, but strong as a great lion.
As she took to the sky she often found herself gravitating toward the areas near the ocean’s shore. She loved to watch the waves strike the rock face of Cornwall’s coast with a force that had created great, gaping holes in the stone over time, ancient caves which called out to be explored. When she and Rohan had been little, they’d spent a good deal of time roaming around them and through their dark tunnels which occasionally flooded with the rising of the tide.
In spite of the days long ago when the twins had been held against their will in a barrow by their grandfather, neither of them associated these natural caverns with him or their ordeal.
And ironically enough, Lily realized, the absence of Conor seemed a much worse fate now than something that had occurred so long in the past. He remained firmly entrenched in her mind as though someone had fixed him in place, and nothing seemed to cure her of thoughts and fantasies of him—his eyes, mouth, body. And so she allowed the images to move through her thoughts, enjoying them while they lasted. So he’d become a spectre, a mere dream of a man. He was a pleasant one, and she enjoyed the company.
It was on one of her relaxing afternoons that she returned to Dundurn Castle to find her mother waiting for her.
“We’re having a guest at dinner tonight,” Gwynne told her. “Wear something nice.”
Her face, though warm and smiling, dictated that she meant business. This guest must be some sort of noble associate of Lily’s fathers’. Since the conflict so many years ago with Lord Drake, her kidnapper and grandfather who’d done his best to take down the wolves, the land had been largely at peace.
Often Lachlan and Rauth met with other noblemen in order to negotiate about matters of land and hierarchy, always in the interest of preserving the calm that had settled on their land. Some of the men who came for prolonged visits—many, in fact—didn’t realize that they were dealing with dire wolf shifters. They saw the alphas as aristocrats interested in financial dealings rather than the hulking creatures who hunted through the woods in packs.
Lily dressed for the evening in a long silk gown, much like what her mother tended so often to wear. But whereas Gwynne favoured golden shades, her daughter chose often to cover herself in crimson. Something in the colour empowered her, and as she gazed at her reflection when she’d dressed she thought of Conor, wondering what he would think of the sight of the young woman he seemed so attracted to as she was now; very much of a different era, a regal air to her. Her curves which had rendered her self-conscious in his time were accentuated by her clothing
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