The Lost Fae

to mountains and rock. Arandir called for the group to stop, ready to prepare camp. It took them about an ho

d out a dagger to her. Wynne could tell he was excited, but she hoped his enthusiasm didnt get her hurt. After all, po

ight as she could. Arandir came around her, putting his hands on her shou

oving to her hips. " Spread your feet apart, just a little bit more than shoulder-width. Put your front foot at an angle, approximately 45 degres. You want to aline your other foot and your knees as well." Arandir helped Wynne shift, ensuring that her body was positioned correctly for

from trying to go through all the forms Arandir pushed her into correctly. Dehliah perched on Wynne's shoulder as they gathered around the fire. Arandir began pulling tra

be deep within the mountains, and we'll have to be careful. Dangerous creatures lurk up there. With luck

s conflicted on who would be sleeping inside. "Arandir...who's supposed to sleep in there?" She asked skittishly. He chuckled at her, wrapping an a

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tened to pitch a tent in his pants. When Arandir had ushered them into the tent, he wrapped Wynne's delicate body in woolen blankets, bundling him up

s. He was drowning in her smell, clouding his mind. To him, she smelled of honeysuckles and vanilla, and faint traces of woodsmoke. It was delicious. Mouthwatering. With a faint growl, he shifted, pressing his

d tell her in the morning. With that, he wrapped himself