Fae and Fare (The Wandering Inn, #2)

by Pirateaba

I know my mouth is gaping. I stare at the giant tower and I want to climb it. But while the child in me dreams of swinging and jumping around high up there, the practical part of me wonders what the hell happens if someone falls? There are so many ways to topple off—that damn rope bridge has huge gaps in it! A fall from that high ends up in death no matter how soft the grass is. And then, just as I’m imagining that scenario—a kid slips. I see a Drake child overbalance and tumble off the side. I open my mouth to shout and I dash forwards, but I’ll be too slow, I know it. But then—the young Drake’s body pauses as he falls through the air. I watch in incredulity as the air around the kid seems to freeze, and he slows down to a crawl. He softly lands on the ground and laughs. I stare, and then hear laughter. Some Drakes are laughing at me, not the kid. I guess the look on my face must be hilarious. “Please do not be alarmed. The magical spells on this playing area are cast by a Wistram mage and checked upon each year.”

Good intentions tho