I pivot for the horses.
But once I'm standing there, hovering over Thertan as he hooks feed bags to each horse, I lose all my nerve. Maybe I never had any to begin with.
I start to turn for my bedroll when I see something sticking out of Thertan's saddle.
"You play?" I ask.
He looks up, absently rubbing Imina's horse's nose. I point at the small mandolin handle saluting us from the tip of his bag.
Thertan looks at it.
Looks back at me.
And blushes.
I am not at all exaggerating when I say that it is the single best thing I have ever laid eyes on.
I grin so wide my jaw pops. "Well, you have to play it now!"
Thertan shakes his head and redoubles his efforts to make sure Imina's horse is fed. He moves onto Sela's. "Too much noise. We're already lucky we haven't attracted any predators."
I pout. Hands folded under my chin, bottom lip out, eyes wide. "A quiet song, then! Just something to make us all feel less—"
But I let it hang there. Just something to make us feel less.
Thertan pats Sela's horse. He gives me a slow smile, one laced with intent—he knows exactly what I'm doing, and sees right through it.
"Get some sleep, Amelie."
He turns, leaving the horses to their dinner, and leaving me to my memory of his blush.
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FantasiaFame. Glory. Adventure. Welcome to Quest World. Amelie Saeowyn is a barmaid at The Dizzy Ogre, so named because the hills behind the tavern attract vicious ogres at a dizzying rate. This keeps the tavern full of would-be adventurers looking to get t...
