Mistweavers 01 - Enchanted No More - Plot & Excerpts
The dream started soft and mistily and wonderfully, as if all around her was an impressionistic picture painted with joyful brush strokes. Just as the past morning had begun, but now dread was in her heart, in every droplet of blood. Aric’s lazy voice said, “Stay with me.” As she looked at him, redwood-skinned against the white sheets, her heart thumped with renewed desire. They’d loved most of the night, slept little, and now the sun was up and it was time for her to meet her parents to prepare for the Lightfolk ritual in an hour and a half. She hesitated. Aric sat up, took her in his arms, kissed her, and the feel of his body against hers increased the longing to find ecstasy again. Surely she’d dance a ritual better, draw the sheets of elemental energies faster if she were happier. “My family is expecting me.” He raised his head, grin flashing, eyes crinkling. “Your family is always early for everything.” He tugged her back down. “Supposed to be there an hour early…uphold halfling honor…”
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