That was the coolest thing ever.” Eena smiled at the fact that she’d been lucky enough to touch the wings of a real crioness.
“That was highly unusual. I can’t believe they came right up to us—to you.”
“They were hungry, I’m sure.”
“Still, crioness are cautious. They always avoid people. To let you touch him like it did…..”
She grinned with pure satisfaction. “Wild huh? Derian’s not going to believe me when I tell him.” Eena cocked her head when Ian laughed out loud. “What?” she asked, a note of offense in her voice.
“Of course Derian will believe you. When does anything ever happen to you that isn’t unreal?”
Knowing he was right, she shoved him off the log anyway.
Mots clés richelle ian richelle-goodrich eena derian the-harrowbethian-saga crioness
The watchful Mishmorat commented while waiting, contemplating Eena’s bare back. “Your people are so plain and pale.”
“Oh?” Eena kinked her neck to look at Niki, zeroing in on her long spotted arms. Her bronze skin was arguably more striking—speckled in beautiful patterns.
“I’m sorry,” the Mishmorat quickly apologized. “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just that I’ve never seen such bare skin before. There’s nothing to look at.”
Eena quickly pulled the new t-shirt down over her back. She chuckled at Niki’s comment. “I’ll admit your people are very attractive. But I’m okay with my ‘plainness.’” She glanced over her pale legs before pulling on a clean pair of pants.
“You’re kinda like a clear, cloudless sky,” Niki said, cocking her head wonderingly.
“And you’re like a…..a sky dotted with shapely clouds.”
“Only dark clouds.”
“Storm clouds.”
“Yeah,” Niki grinned devilishly, “That’s me—a sky full of storm clouds.
Mots clés richelle niki richelle-goodrich eena the-harrowbethian-saga mishmorat
The captain put his fingers to his temples as if he had a headache. “So, let me get this straight. Edgar, an immortal, who I assume is as unscrupulous as his sisters, tried to take that bracelet from you…”
“He did take it,” she corrected.
“I thought you said Zmey kept him from doing so.”
“No. Edgar did snatch it from me at first, but Zmey made him give it back. I guess because King Wennergren gifted it to me. That means no one else is allowed to have it—that is, unless I give it away.”
“So it’s good that you had Zmey there to help.”
“Well….not exactly,” she hemmed again.
“Not exactly, again?” Derian’s face tightened with frustration. He pressed harder on his temples.
“Zmey protects the bracelet because he has to, but he doesn’t care much for me.” She hesitated before uttering the next sentence. “He actually tried to kill me.”
“What? What! Why? Eena!”
“It’s okay, really, I’m fine! Naga protects me from those other dragons.”
“Other dragons? For criminy’s sake, how many more are there?!
Mots clés dragons richelle richelle-goodrich eena derian the-harrowbethian-saga zmey
It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.
Richelle E. GoodrichMots clés darkness sunset richelle sunrise richelle-goodrich eena harrowbethain-saga
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