Winter Solstice by A.C. Ellas

Author:A.C. Ellas [Ellas, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: GLBT, Gay, Fantasy, Erotica, Short, Stories
ISBN: 9781771117739
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2013-12-15T06:00:00+00:00

The next evening, Rak considered what to do about Tyll. He had no doubt that he could find the bard again; he trusted Zotien’s word. But, he doubted his own ability to apologize effectively. He needed Tyll to realize his sincerity and the depth of his feelings. He felt that more than a simple, “I’m sorry, I was wrong,” was called for here. But, he wasn’t sure how to express himself in a concrete way other than sex. He rubbed his head ruefully. Life had been so much simpler when he’d been a slave.

His eyes fell on his nearly finished bone carving of a cat. He smiled as inspiration struck. Scorth, we are going hunting.

He quickly gathered the supplies he needed and stuffed them into a small pack. His carving tools, a change of clothes, the field medicinal kit the Therrai gave out, some basic camping gear like the fire disks and portable brazier, a shallow pan and bowl, and a bedroll. Everything fit neatly into the pack for once. Rak was pleased that he’d finally mastered the art of packing. He threw the pack over a shoulder and headed out of the novice house.

On the way out, he stopped by S’Gien’s office and let the Novice Master know that he’d be gone for a few nights, giving an expected return date. This was not only in the rules, it was common sense. The badlands were dangerous even for experienced priests. If something happened and Rak were injured, by setting a return-by date, Okyro would know when to send out the rescue party. He also told S’Gien the general area he planned to be in. If there were any changes to this plan, Scorth would relay that information through the dragon network. Now that Scorth had met the other dragons living in Okyro, he could contact them mind-to-mind so long as they were within range. The further Scorth flew from Okyro, the harder he had to work to reach the others, and after about three nights’ flights of distance, the energy it would take was so great as to be lethal. Rak wasn't planning on going nearly that far away.

With the necessary stuff dealt with, Rak headed to the landing field. He was looking forward to this trip. He needed a break from the lessons, to the point where S’Gien hadn’t offered a single objection to Rak’s plan.

Scorth was waiting for him, lounging in the nearest corner of the field. Rak paused to admire his soul-bonded dragon, still in awe that this mighty beast had chosen to bond to him less than a year prior.

The dragon was black, but it wasn’t a flat black. No, there was an iridescent rainbow sheen over the black scales, like a film of oil over a puddle of water. The head was small compared to the body, wedge-shaped and graceful looking, framed in stark white horns. A double row of bone-white ridges flowed down the graceful neck and back, protecting the long spine nested between them.

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