The Keeper's Heritage by Trenna McMullin

The Keeper's Heritage by Trenna McMullin

Author:Trenna McMullin [McMullin, Trenna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-05-25T22:00:00+00:00


Chapter 11: Interference

Ky’ara awoke to the sun streaming through her window. She blinked and sat up. Was it really morning already? She could hardly remember getting into bed. Apparently the second half of the night had been Dreamworld free. Thank the light for that. While she still felt like her brain itself was tired, it was not nearly as bad as it had been after waking the first time…Shades, had she really been so open with Lauryn last night? Apparently being brain-tired also made her talkative. Still, it probably wasn’t a bad thing. Lauryn was blunt on occasion, but she had also proven that she kept her mouth closed about things that really mattered—living with Myrnai’s secret for years proved that.

A quiet knock startled Ky’ara from her thoughts.

“Ky’ara?” Taren’s voice was muffled through the door. “We are all going down for breakfast, would you like me to bring something up or are you going to come with us?”

Ky’ara climbed out of bed and looked down at her rumpled clothes. Once she would have balked at the thought of appearing before others in such an unpresentable fashion. But her suddenly ravenous stomach just made her happy she was clothed enough to open the door and respond to Taren’s invitation.

“Good morning,” Taren greeted her, a slight smile turning up the corner of his mouth. She took his hand and looked up into his eyes, all the stresses from the previous night momentarily gone as she basked in the all-enveloping sense of comfort she so often felt in his presence.

“Well, is she coming?” Joran’s irritated voice floated down the hall, breaking into the moment. Ky’ara held back a smile as Taren raised his eyebrow, “Are you? Or would you like some time to, erm, tidy up?”

“Do I need to?” Ky’ara asked, only half-joking.

“You always look absolutely perfect,” Taren responded softly.

“Your hair looks awful,” Joran interjected, joining them. “A half-blind troll might mistake you for a bush.”

Ky’ara’s hand flew to her hair, only to discover that her hair had half-escaped her braid during the night, leaving it frizzy and sticking out from her head in all directions.

“Joran!” Taren reprimanded.

“What? The boy replied innocently, “I thought she’d want to know before going downstairs that way…I never understood why men feel the need to lie to women about their appearance. Of course, if your idea of perfection is a bush…”

Ky’ara stifled a chuckle at the face Taren made and turned to Joran. “You could have just said, ‘You might want to look at your hair first’.”

Joran shrugged, “Same result right? Anyhow, I’m going downstairs. You two love-birds can join me later or sit here staring at each other’s perfection, but I’m going to go eat.”

“Go ahead,” Ky’ara told Taren, waving him down the hall after Joran, “I’ll just be a minute.”

Taren shook his head and settled against the wall next to her door, “I’ll wait…Joran doesn’t need me to chaperone him.”

“But I do?” Ky’ara asked archly, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,” Taren replied, his face straight.

Ky’ara wrinkled her nose at him and shook her head.



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