The Adels - Part 9
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Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 9Amadella kept the party moving until it was too dark for Bray and Adel to see, although the darkness did not seem to bother the Far Darrig. Eventually she led them to a small clearing beside a stream. She told Adel and Bray to gather firewood. When they returned, she had fashioned three bowls from bark, and filled them with water and herbs. She was cutting vegetables. Bray built a fire, and when it had burned down to coals Amadella added the bowls to it. While the dinner cooked, Amadella fashioned another bowl, for Adel’s potion, she informed them.Bray cut branches from a pine tree and laid them out for his bed. Adel came to him and asked if he had an extra blanket. The night was already getting cool from a breeze off the water, and she was shivering.“I only have one blanket, but I will share it with you if you like. Until then why don’t you keep it around you for warmth?” she blushed but agreed readily.Bray cut more pine branches, and then he wondered where Amadella would sleep. When he asked her she smiled sweetly. “Your bed looks comfortable, Bray. I will share it.”He cut more pine branches.The vegetable stew was tasty. Bray had some hard bread in his pack. Adel had some soft bread in her small bundle. They ate hers. It was fairly fresh, probably part of the loaf she had shared with him that morning. His hard bread would last longer.Adel made a face when she drank the potion prepared for her, but then admitted it hadn’t tasted as awful as she had let on. She was asleep within minutes.“The mixture also causes sleep,” Amadella admitted. “When a potion is involved, it is better if the person sleeps apart. I noticed a nice, soft, bed of moss over behind that boulder. Why don’t you place her on it, and leave her your blanket. I have another we can share. She will not wake until the morning.”As Bray carried Adel over to the moss bed his heart was racing. Over the last few minutes Amadella’s siren appeal had been blazing. Bray held onto a vague thought that he should resist her. He would keep a hand on his knives. They would beat her siren magic, he hoped.
He returned to their bed to find Amadella pulling two small folded bundles from a coat pocket. With a snap of her wrists the bundles became large blankets that settled delicately on the bed. ‘My blankets will keep us warm,” she said as she started to remove her clothes. Bray followed her example. He laid his knife scabbard close to his side of the bed; disrobed trying to hide the effect Amadella’s magic was having on his body, and slipped between the sheets. Amadella was already there waiting for him. She ran a hand across his chest and down across his abdomen. Bray forgot his knives. When he thought about what had happened the next morning, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell if it had been illusion, delusion or collusion, but it had been enjoyable.
Tales of the TawsheThe Adels-Part 9Amadella kept the party moving until it was too dark for Bray and Adel to see, although the darkness did not seem to bother the Far Darrig. Eventually she led them to a small clearing beside a stream. She told Adel and Bray to gather firewood. When they returned, she had fashioned three bowls from bark, and filled them with water and herbs. She was cutting vegetables. Bray built a fire, and when it had burned down to coals Amadella added the bowls to it. While the dinner cooked, Amadella fashioned another bowl, for Adel’s potion, she informed them.Bray cut branches from a pine tree and laid them out for his bed. Adel came to him and asked if he had an extra blanket. The night was already getting cool from a breeze off the water, and she was shivering.“I only have one blanket, but I will share it with you if you like. Until then why don’t you keep it around you for warmth?” she blushed but agreed readily.Bray cut more pine branches, and then he wondered where Amadella would sleep. When he asked her she smiled sweetly. “Your bed looks comfortable, Bray. I will share it.”He cut more pine branches.The vegetable stew was tasty. Bray had some hard bread in his pack. Adel had some soft bread in her small bundle. They ate hers. It was fairly fresh, probably part of the loaf she had shared with him that morning. His hard bread would last longer.Adel made a face when she drank the potion prepared for her, but then admitted it hadn’t tasted as awful as she had let on. She was asleep within minutes.“The mixture also causes sleep,” Amadella admitted. “When a potion is involved, it is better if the person sleeps apart. I noticed a nice, soft, bed of moss over behind that boulder. Why don’t you place her on it, and leave her your blanket. I have another we can share. She will not wake until the morning.”As Bray carried Adel over to the moss bed his heart was racing. Over the last few minutes Amadella’s siren appeal had been blazing. Bray held onto a vague thought that he should resist her. He would keep a hand on his knives. They would beat her siren magic, he hoped.
He returned to their bed to find Amadella pulling two small folded bundles from a coat pocket. With a snap of her wrists the bundles became large blankets that settled delicately on the bed. ‘My blankets will keep us warm,” she said as she started to remove her clothes. Bray followed her example. He laid his knife scabbard close to his side of the bed; disrobed trying to hide the effect Amadella’s magic was having on his body, and slipped between the sheets. Amadella was already there waiting for him. She ran a hand across his chest and down across his abdomen. Bray forgot his knives. When he thought about what had happened the next morning, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t tell if it had been illusion, delusion or collusion, but it had been enjoyable.
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