The Meldling (First Novel of the Daemonva) by Claire Ryan

Author:Claire Ryan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Claire Ryan
Published: 2016-06-13T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Laughter and Love

She woke during the night. It was due to her having slept on the way to the junction; her body was weak, but she was no longer completely exhausted all the time.

The tent was stuffy, and Lukas was warm behind her. She would stay awake for a time, maybe think about her situation and the journey ahead.

She was distracted by a sound outside. Splashing, and faint laughter. People speaking, quietly and furtively. She was immediately alarmed, but how could it be sinister if there were people laughing as well?

She slid out of the furs, her skin prickling at the colder air, and crawled to the tent flap. She untied it slowly and carefully, and then pulled it back a tiny, tiny amount so that she could see out into the cave.

Her eyes widened. There was a man and a woman outside by the pool, both naked and mostly dripping wet. The woman sat by it, rubbing the dirt of the trail from her skin and talking softly to the man, who was standing in the pool and dumping handfuls of water over them both. They were laughing, and smiling at each other, and the man would splash her every once in a while in play.

Suzanna's first thought was that it was far, far too cold to even think about bathing in the pool, but then again she was a daemon – or currently possessing a daemon body – and she needed the warmth. They were so happy, so carefree. She watched the motion of the woman as she combed out her dark hair, watched their reflections in the pool's surface. It was mesmerizing, enchanting even. They didn't even think that they might be watched.

The man climbed out, and she watched the water flow down his back and legs, the drops glinting in the light of the crystals in the pool. He sat beside the woman, and she gave him a cloth to dry his face. They both talked, and then he leaned over and kissed her swiftly on the cheek. Suzanna smiled unconsciously as she watched the woman laugh, and kiss him in return.

It was a sweet and innocent image that settled into her memory. It was a treasure in her small cache of recollection, to be hidden and protected and occasionally brought out and admired. She tied the tent flap down again, and returned to the furs and to Lukas. A happy and content feeling had spread through her body, as if she had been privileged to witness a most special and private event. She wanted to know these two people, to know their story, and their love.

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