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to do?"
I roll my eyes. "Sorry, the library was out of 'How to take care of your new baby dragon.' And the movie wasn't helpful."
Asher smirks for the first time all morning, and I smile back, half-disbelieving how different my life is now. A month ago, I was a waitress at the Roxy, and now I'm the official Prince of Hell cheerer-upper.
Yami licks my cheek, unconcerned with our conversation. I don't know how big he'll get, or what I will do with him when we go to my world. I have so many questions.
Asher looks more closely, presumably trying to see the dragon that still does not wish to be seen by anyone but me. "Varis will tell you all you need to know."
"You know the Druid. Or at least, he seems to know you. Are you two close?" I ask.
Asher's face hardens, and he looks away, picking up speed. "We were friends long ago, but no longer." There's a finality to his words that make it clear he's not interested in talking further.
As the sun climbs in the sky, we arrive at a trail leading up a mountain. I can see I'll need to be in excellent shape to keep up with all this hiking and mountain climbing I've been thrust into. It's a good thing I had all that training with Fen and Kayla. I'm stronger than I've ever been.
Many minutes and breaks later, we arrive at the peak, snow crunching beneath our feet. A silver tree with a trunk so large you could fit a small house into it stands before us. There is an opening carved into the trunk, and Asher leads me through, into a large chamber edged by tangled silver roots. Sunlight streams in from holes in the top, casting everything in shades of gold. A pool of clear water rests in the center. A flat black rock juts out from the water. The Druid, covered in white furs and silks, floats inches above the stone in a lotus position. His eyes are closed, his breath steady.
Asher gives me a small bow, then leaves before Varis notices him.
I shift nervously from foot to foot, wondering what I'm supposed to do. Should I say something? Introduce myself? Cough to get his attention? At the thought of coughing, I suddenly need to actually cough, but I don't want to disturb what seems to be some very serious meditating going on, with levitation and everything. What if he falls from the noise? What if he bruises his tailbone on that black rock? All because of me? Could I be punished for causing damage to a god's ass?
I'm spared from further consideration on the subject when Yami leaps off my shoulder, flutters his wings and screeches so loudly I'm certain the entire Air Village can hear him. He stares at something above. A silver owl. Sharp blue eyes.
The bird glides down toward us, digging into the earth with sharp talons, spreading its large wings, appearing larger than it is. Yami leaps away, shrieking, eyes wide with fear. The spikes on his back stretch upright, and then he does something new. He erupts in blue flame.
"Silence!"
The Druid's deep voice fills the cavern, and both the owl and Yami freeze. The screeching stops, the flames die down. Yami seems himself again, and he jumps up and lands on my shoulder, digging claws into my flesh, eyes fixed on the bird.
I don't know whether to apologize or yell. So I just stand there, silently, waiting to see which direction this goes.
Varis lowers down onto the rock.
And he jumps.
No…
It is more a glide, as if he were lighter than air, and he lands in front of me, his feet barely making a sound. His white furs billow behind him. His tattoos, which I thought black, but now see are a deep blue, glitter in the light. A gust of wind drifts around us, though there should be no wind in this cavernous tree.
The ancient Fae looks at me, his eyes probing. "Arianna Spero, your spirit is untrained, young and impetuous. From what I've heard, he is much like you."
I bristle at that. "It is not through any fault of ours that we are young and untrained," I say.
A grin plays on his lips. "And impetuous?"
"Often an insult levied at the bold by those
I roll my eyes. "Sorry, the library was out of 'How to take care of your new baby dragon.' And the movie wasn't helpful."
Asher smirks for the first time all morning, and I smile back, half-disbelieving how different my life is now. A month ago, I was a waitress at the Roxy, and now I'm the official Prince of Hell cheerer-upper.
Yami licks my cheek, unconcerned with our conversation. I don't know how big he'll get, or what I will do with him when we go to my world. I have so many questions.
Asher looks more closely, presumably trying to see the dragon that still does not wish to be seen by anyone but me. "Varis will tell you all you need to know."
"You know the Druid. Or at least, he seems to know you. Are you two close?" I ask.
Asher's face hardens, and he looks away, picking up speed. "We were friends long ago, but no longer." There's a finality to his words that make it clear he's not interested in talking further.
As the sun climbs in the sky, we arrive at a trail leading up a mountain. I can see I'll need to be in excellent shape to keep up with all this hiking and mountain climbing I've been thrust into. It's a good thing I had all that training with Fen and Kayla. I'm stronger than I've ever been.
Many minutes and breaks later, we arrive at the peak, snow crunching beneath our feet. A silver tree with a trunk so large you could fit a small house into it stands before us. There is an opening carved into the trunk, and Asher leads me through, into a large chamber edged by tangled silver roots. Sunlight streams in from holes in the top, casting everything in shades of gold. A pool of clear water rests in the center. A flat black rock juts out from the water. The Druid, covered in white furs and silks, floats inches above the stone in a lotus position. His eyes are closed, his breath steady.
Asher gives me a small bow, then leaves before Varis notices him.
I shift nervously from foot to foot, wondering what I'm supposed to do. Should I say something? Introduce myself? Cough to get his attention? At the thought of coughing, I suddenly need to actually cough, but I don't want to disturb what seems to be some very serious meditating going on, with levitation and everything. What if he falls from the noise? What if he bruises his tailbone on that black rock? All because of me? Could I be punished for causing damage to a god's ass?
I'm spared from further consideration on the subject when Yami leaps off my shoulder, flutters his wings and screeches so loudly I'm certain the entire Air Village can hear him. He stares at something above. A silver owl. Sharp blue eyes.
The bird glides down toward us, digging into the earth with sharp talons, spreading its large wings, appearing larger than it is. Yami leaps away, shrieking, eyes wide with fear. The spikes on his back stretch upright, and then he does something new. He erupts in blue flame.
"Silence!"
The Druid's deep voice fills the cavern, and both the owl and Yami freeze. The screeching stops, the flames die down. Yami seems himself again, and he jumps up and lands on my shoulder, digging claws into my flesh, eyes fixed on the bird.
I don't know whether to apologize or yell. So I just stand there, silently, waiting to see which direction this goes.
Varis lowers down onto the rock.
And he jumps.
No…
It is more a glide, as if he were lighter than air, and he lands in front of me, his feet barely making a sound. His white furs billow behind him. His tattoos, which I thought black, but now see are a deep blue, glitter in the light. A gust of wind drifts around us, though there should be no wind in this cavernous tree.
The ancient Fae looks at me, his eyes probing. "Arianna Spero, your spirit is untrained, young and impetuous. From what I've heard, he is much like you."
I bristle at that. "It is not through any fault of ours that we are young and untrained," I say.
A grin plays on his lips. "And impetuous?"
"Often an insult levied at the bold by those
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