“You know, when Gabby and I were younger, she loved these stories and fairy tales about princesses who could talk to animals.” Samkiel glanced up at me over the slope of the stags’ back. “Do you think I am a princess?” “Absolutely. You’re spoiled like one.” A smile tugged at his lips. “Well, I hate to ruin your illusion, but I do not talk to them, not really. It is more so an understanding, I suppose.” I nodded slowly, even as my lips twitched. “Sure thing, princess.” His eyes cut to mine, and I had a second to regret my decision before he flicked his wrist, and lake water splashed over me.
