Wish of Dragons: Dragon Tails by Aja James

Author:Aja James [James, Aja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-04-01T16:00:00+00:00

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“There is a prophesy in these lands,” the white-bearded old man said.

Perhaps he was a skald, or perhaps the village elder, and possibly both. He was holding court in the middle of a ring of stools and benches beside the fire pit, puffing on an ornately carved pipe. He held his audience enthralled with whatever tales he was weaving.

Eir circled the edges of the longhouse, staying to the shadows, trying to blend into the woodwork.

She already regretted her outfit and loose locks. She felt naked and exposed without her armor. The only thing that gave her small comfort was the dagger she’d strapped around her thigh beneath the flowing skirt.

What a nuisance.

The tunic dress she wore felt ridiculously excessive. Too much fabric getting twined about her legs, impeding movement. Too much color to attract attention. It was dyed a rich burgundy hue that contrasted sharply with her black hair and pale skin, making her stand out like a Bullfinch amongst brown wrens.

Her fur-lined cloak was even more ostentatious. It kept her warm but confined her arms. She couldn’t imagine suddenly unsheathing her sword from beneath this obstruction. It would undoubtedly catch in the folds, trapping her, while making her an easy target for the enemy.

She hated it.

Why must there be so much cloth? With all these unnecessary pleats and ruffles? Why did the neckline dip so far down, exposing all of her throat, the tops of her shoulders and half of her chest?

As if to say—look here! Perfect target for stray arrows. Even a half-blind archer couldn’t miss.

And then there was her silly hair.

A cascade of waves that spilled down her back, all the way past her hips. Misbehaving tendrils curled around her face, falling into her eyes with the slightest movement.

She blew a hunk off her nose and shoved back the thick locks sliding over her shoulder, tucking loose strands behind her ear. Her hair had always been too thick, too unruly, which was why she braided and tied it within an inch of its life.

This “letting hair down” thing was extremely annoying. She wanted to stalk out to the barn Ere had procured for her and Kai (she was strangely pleased they would rest under the same roof this night) and change into her usual attire.

But, one, her clothes and battle boots were drying by a low-burning fire, the day’s travel through a blizzard and the ensuing snowball fight having made them uncomfortably cold and damp. And, two, now that she’d actually put in the effort to don the borrowed clothes, had her hair brushed by a maid who seemed to know what she was doing, Eir felt committed to the ensemble.

It would be such a waste to scurry back to the barn with her tail between her legs. She was not the sort of woman who quit anything.

“The Frost Giant storms our village every ten years,” the old man continued.

“Generations of village leaders have tried to defend our lands and people from his pillaging.

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