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“You’re okay with Ben,” he pointed out. “More than okay.”
She left her scythe with him, entering the blacksmith.
“Just that they’re a very stern people,” he said lowly.
She nodded, giving him a sunny grin. "Okay. I'll be back in a minute." She took his hand and squeezed it. "Stay safe."
"But you'll meet some fae. You've never met Fae before, have you?"
She pursed her lips before standing on her tiptoes to adjust his cloak hood, covering his face. "I can go in alone first, if you'd like," she...
He grumbled a little. "Well, today won't be easy either."
She frowned, looking up at him protectively. "Why?"
He looked over at her, frowning. "Are you okay? You seemed sad last night."
“We can,” she said primly. “I mean, I already know where it is.”
He looked up, frowning at her. "Uh... yeah. I want us to move during the day for as long as we can."
She squeezed his hand before letting go to point. “There. That’s the one.”
Ben was still asleep next to her. His wings had loosened in his sleep, and he seemed a little more relaxed, his hand on her waist.
Her face fell a little, but she resolved it quickly. "That's okay. Let's just find this place."
His face hardened and he sighed, beginning to pack up his things.
She seemed excited by this possibility, squeezing his hand in anticipation. "That would make things so much easier! And more polite."
Puck woke early the next morning, sitting up. His white hair flopped in front of his eyes and he frowned, glancing over at Calliope.
Her eyes lit up. “Could I use nature to talk to my cattle?”
(Zoop?)
She frowned, looking around curiously. “What’re the other forms of magic?”
