- It is morning outside... Eglek yawned and shut his eyes in a small protest, and laid his head back on a couple of the million silly cushions which seemed to grow all over the crocheted clad room.
- But it is night in here, with me... Strinnea let her sprawled fingers run across Eglek's chest and tried to catch his eyes.
He looked at the ceiling as he felt her amazingly hot breath against his neck. He had to push her away, this was getting...
- What is? His fiancÚ looked surprised, not that he could notice much difference between that and her regular look.
- Nothing... I'm going down to the lake, Fertan said he needed some help with his boat.
He could hear her instantly sitting up and struggling with her mind, if she would to nag on him, or go complaining to his mother later. He sighed and flew out the window.
Just to come out of there, to breathe unforced.
Strinnea had been lovely. They met in the halls of her father's fortress. His mother had introduced them. H'jel had