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Edï kläwu. Chaeme laughed, her brows rising and her cheeks darkening with a faint flush of red. He mimicked this phrase better than the other. It was still spoken in the tongue of a stranger who didn’t know the cadence of the language, but it was clear. It was also very clear he had no idea...

Her human did a bad job of repeating what she said and Chaeme frowned. Did he understand her? What did "indeed" mean? He was smiling, which he appeared to do often. Whether it was meant to or not, it both reassured her and set her on her guard. She was as lost as before, though he seemed to be...

She didn't hang onto his sleeve but she followed close behind as they made their way deeper into the town. Chaeme was not sorry to leave the horse behind, but she hesitated on the street in front of the building he led her to. She watched him walk up to the door, let her fearful gaze scan up the...

The elf approached and her human stepped between them, from which Chaeme took a cue to take shelter behind him once more. It was brief before he urged her back out and, with another squeeze of her hand, turned her over to the elf. The whole affair was very strange. Chaeme trusted him because...

Whether or not he understood, her body language must have been clear enough. He smiled, put an arm around her, and took her hand. The dryad looked up momentarily, her gold eyes wide as the full moons as they held his gaze. There was a moment of comfort and understanding. She felt safe. Chaeme...

She held on tight, afraid that with each jostling step that she was going to be cast down into the dirt. It was terrifying, to say the very least, but she was also conscious of the fact that the person she was hanging onto like a tree in a strong wind was also very mortal. Fae tended to be a...

Her companion awakened as well, color in his cheeks and looking… chipper? A feeling they both shared in the mornings, it would appear. Sunlight warmed her skin and sank into her limbs with soothing warmth. She felt the most invigorated in the dawn light. She nervously mimicked his smile, even...

He seemed surprised to hear her speak, even though she’d been begging him all day. She supposed it was a little different than her shrieking pleas. Even if she was still frightened of him and had no idea where they were going, it was hard to be truly afraid of a young man that was so... so...

She kept an eye on the man as he moved. She didn’t budge. In fact, when Chaeme sat completely still, she didn’t even seem to breathe. Flyaways swayed in her dark hair and her eyes tracked his movements, but she was entirely motionless. He stood and went to his bags, abandoning his meal. Her...

Chaeme hung close to the trees as he built a camp. This, at least, she was more familiar with. Not that she offered to help. She watched the horse and man, never quite sure which she should be more concerned about. The horse frightened her, but it was just eating grass and milling around near...

She wasn't sure how long they had gone before he stopped and whirled around to look at her. Chaeme froze and stared back like a startled doe on the verge of flight. She watched him with wide, curious dry eyes. She mirrored his gesture, touching her own scarred cheek. She felt a strange sense of...

The dryad backed away when he turned and walked toward her. It was not the response she had expected, and yet it was exactly what she had pleaded for. He stopped their progress to come talk to her. Her shoulder hit a tree and she finally stopped backing up, her body half-turned away from him as...

The invisible leash between her and her heartwood was still tangible. It pulled her forward, unforgiving and undeniable. Chaeme stumbled closer to relieve the pressure. Her new human captor looked confused, and she stood in the open wide-eyed and shaking like a newborn fawn. He spoke his strange...

Of course he didn't understand her. She felt like sitting down and sobbing, grieving the life she was surely going to lose when he realized what exactly he held in his hands. She felt the weight of her regrets and sorrows anew. Being passed between fae like a cheap vase had been fine. Horrible...

Chaeme was frozen in place. No amount of will could make her move forward to take the heartwood sitting before him. Mortal men were no good. Especially ones with swords. She had never seen them before being exiled, and the sight of him filled her with an overwhelming fear. Yet it was more than...