I woke up to the sound of the lights. That bloody ringing drove me nuts. We weren’t that far north. Shayia was still asleep in our tent. Shaman women were used to things like this. She could sleep through it. Even the sounds made by the mutringen didn’t disturb her. They flew around but we were safe. If there were ulfblutten somewhere near though, she’s fully alert from the deepest sleep.
Gods of the abyss she was beautiful. Never thought I’d be attracted to a pale, but seeing her lay there naked… I’m her protector so she’s off limits. Besides, shaman women…
“We’re safe for now.”
I jumped. Shayia was standing behind me in her green and red priestess thing. How she could come so close without me hearing…
“How do you know?” I was annoyed.
“The light is yellow, the old ones are far. If they were near it would be red and the mustringen would cower in their trees, not fly.”
I nodded.
“You’ve had thoughts,” she pressed.
“Thoughts?”
“You try to hide them.”
“We’re still three days away from the icelands,” I told her.
“Yes,” she said, “and nothing will happen before then.”
“How do you mean nothing?”
“Nothing,” she looked to the sword at my side.
“If I’m the one to kill it, they why are you along?”
“You will need me.”
“To find the ulfblutten?”
“Once you’ve slain the ulfblutten, I will claim you.”
“Claim me?”
“You’ll be mine.” She walked back inside the tent.
“I’m not sure I want that,” I thought to myself looking through the open tent flap.
Then she shed her priestess robes. I was sure.
She put some herbs onto the fire and the smell was intoxicating. I wanted her even more. Then I was certain. I don't want that.
Gods of the abyss she was beautiful. Never thought I’d be attracted to a pale, but seeing her lay there naked… I’m her protector so she’s off limits. Besides, shaman women…
“We’re safe for now.”
I jumped. Shayia was standing behind me in her green and red priestess thing. How she could come so close without me hearing…
“How do you know?” I was annoyed.
“The light is yellow, the old ones are far. If they were near it would be red and the mustringen would cower in their trees, not fly.”
I nodded.
“You’ve had thoughts,” she pressed.
“Thoughts?”
“You try to hide them.”
“We’re still three days away from the icelands,” I told her.
“Yes,” she said, “and nothing will happen before then.”
“How do you mean nothing?”
“Nothing,” she looked to the sword at my side.
“If I’m the one to kill it, they why are you along?”
“You will need me.”
“To find the ulfblutten?”
“Once you’ve slain the ulfblutten, I will claim you.”
“Claim me?”
“You’ll be mine.” She walked back inside the tent.
“I’m not sure I want that,” I thought to myself looking through the open tent flap.
Then she shed her priestess robes. I was sure.
She put some herbs onto the fire and the smell was intoxicating. I wanted her even more. Then I was certain. I don't want that.
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