Fire and Ice the seventh daughter

e eggs. As the warm fresh spring breeze blew through the farmyard Lela’s thoughts wandered. She stood on the edge of a meadow with thick emerald, green grass. In the meadow is a small babbling

irtatious breeze rustled his silky chestnut brown hair that gradually fell down the back of his lightly tanned neck. Lela’s loving eyes fell down his fit, strong

s broad shoulders back, tan muscles tense in a confrontational posture, and his bri