Chapter 8 Part 7 | Lovers and Beloveds | IHGK Book One
Ansella did not wish to be found. She sat in the pear orchard beneath a tree; her head rested against a knee covered in dark green linen, smooth beneath her cheek. Pear blossoms scented the air, and bees murmured among them. It would be a good year for pears, she thought drowsily. She closed her heavy eyes.
"Annie, don't go to sleep," whispered her lover.
"If you keep playing with my hair, I will." The hand stroking her golden locks stopped, and she sighed in disappointment. It had been so pleasant, dozing in the orchard's dappled sunlight. Lovemaking always made her sleepy afterwards. "Don't stop," she said aloud.
"I won't, if you tell me how goes your foolish son's pursuit of Allis Obby," answered Ibbit.
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