Branwenn
I remember him, the tall and handsome Cretean ambassador. I had never learned his name but forever thankful for those kind eyes that looked at me when the ironwood feather had punctured my stomach.
His red-chestnut hair was longer though, my subconscious chimes in. I dismiss it.
He towers above me, worry radiating off of him in such tangible waves that my nose picked it up with no problem.
Why was here? What interest does he have for me, a de-winged low fae?
I shuffle slowly, using objects around me to shift myself
I've been here for only a few days now, fending for myself, and suddenly the male shows up after decades post the attack. Something in his eyes sends chills down my spine, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
Gradually, I move to the hearth and place myself in the chair. The ambassador moves to make the fire but I wave him back. With a bit of concentration, I glare at the hearth and wave my hand, summoning the fire to spring to life. I watch the flames lick at the kindling, hungrily devouring matter.
I keep my eyes fixed on the fire pit, but am fully aware of the male shuffling towards the kitchen alcove and begins to rummage through the pantry in search of the herbs for tea.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I am so sorry guys that this has taken me so long. Full up-front honesty, I know this is a half-assed filler that is super short. To be honest, it was in my drafts and I'm having trouble starting the next part of my story.
I promise the next part will be published within the week and it will be worth it. Thank you all for sticking with me. I am done with my first year of university so I have plenty of time in this tragic pandemic.
Hope you all are inside and doing well!
-Dragoness
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