Fae and Fare (The Wandering Inn, #2)

by Pirateaba

He had no desire to be smashed by bees again, and he found gathering all these mushrooms…tedious. And then there was the sound. The awful, endless, sound. Dingle. Dingle-dingle. The sleigh bells rang as Toren ran on. They were the most obnoxious things he’d ever heard. They clanged together on his harness. His chains. They were sounds to drive any creature insane. Dingle dingle dingle. He was angry. No; he was furious. Toren resented every order coming from Erin’s mouth now. The endless sleigh rides where he’d been forced to pull it up a hill for laughing Drakes and Gnolls had been torture; this was the final straw. In Toren’s mind he began to wrestle with Erin’s orders. She had given him orders, but they were bad. No—they were worse. They were unacceptable. Part of him told Toren to obey. This was his duty, what he’d been created for. But—no—he didn’t want to do it! Toren wanted to be free, free to fight and kill and— Dingle. Dingalingle. He hated this. He hated taking orders, and hated pulling this stupid device. Toren wanted to grab his sword and hack the sledge to bits. Or—or he could use it on Erin to— No. he couldn’t do that. The magic binding him still prevented him from doing that. But he was beginning to feel the limitations of it in his soul.

:( dammit Pisces -- we find out what you did later on -- and this is result -- it's not your nifty spell either ><