Peaches hugged the side of the half-timber houses close. Their jetties over her head, and sheesh, being a tall elf girl did come with problems, even Roo didn’t care to hear about them, since sneaking forward while ducking every so slightly so much, but Peaches agreed to go ahead of Ruby. Use her witch’s foresense to see if it could track down the other dragon elves. With her stilettos and the cobble ground, not making a sound was harder than it should be, but alicorn heels only could be fashioned in long sizes, and there was no chance she’d go...

Only moments ago, Roo couldn’t help but leer at that drop dead gorgeous dragon elf beauty landing so hard on the end of the bridge it wailed, creaked, and shuttered like a dying rabbit in an eagle’s talons after a divebomb ambush failed to kill the rabbit outright. Enough to make a guy tremble in excitement. The boom echoed echoed echoed throughout the canyon path beyond the drawbridge, so that was no doubt a signal of some sort, for reinforcements of some sort. It even echoed deep down into the chasm, to whatever bottom it had. If it had a...

The awful screams of darkspawn beyond the walls made Peaches whimper for Sunshine’s sake. That Roo being so near to her seemed like … he was like a blazing war sun on a winter night. The rosy pink sky was so unnatural yet beautiful in its own way that … it was nice that he married her, her and Ruby together, rather than simply demanded well … even going familiar, not that he could demand that, but okay okay. Focus. But her heart raced so much. She was so warm. Hot. The chill of the wind gusts helped cool her...

Roo thankfully recognized the next hill. Yup. That hill, like the tallest mountain of a frown always plastered on the ancient face of Bishop Halgert. You’d think it was a natural Light-blessed monument to the guy, complete with pothole recesses and stone wart bumps, but no one in their right mind make a monument to that scarecrow wannabe and encourage him to go more eccentric than he already was. Eccentric as in keeping a crow’s nest in his hair. Complete with crows. (Why … let’s not go there.) But … long story super short, years ago Roo himself ended up...

Peaches yelped at the sting scolding the nap between her shoulder blades. It scolded her worse than any elder at her human jokes, or the whippings from her daring to ask the wrong question to her teachers, or or or — wait. That all-too-familiar stink of cherries. A musk so despicable, yet so much like an elf girl’s … but not. Underneath the strong smell of the roasted apple. Under the scolding hot stink of the cold iron nearby. And that hint of vanilla stink. It couldn’t be … her archrival the Ruby Reaper. She must of revived already. That...