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Chapter 2 – Power –
Blood thudded in her throat, loud enough to hear her heartbeat, and sweat greased her palms. Joy was marred with a nauseous dizziness, fearing she might ruin her chances with foolish words.
A date, she thought, a real date!
They sat at the same tree, facing the sounds of the ongoing celebration.
“Better,” he said, with a finger to her lower neckline.
“You like? I thought it would be… better. That you would… like it… more.”
“Stop,” he said with a hand to his forehead, “you are dazzling me with your vocabulary. I will have to seek a sage to understand your poetic elocution.”
“Hmmph,” she responded, blushing furiously as she crossed her arms. “See if I go making efforts for you again.”
“No, no, I appreciate, and have brought you a gift too. See?” He held up a bottle. Not a common clay amphora but an actual glass bottle, green with ornamentation etched into it.
“What, ale? There is plenty of that at the party.”
He shook his head. “No, this is a potion.”
She leaned forward onto her hands, eyes alight. “A p-potion? A potion for what?” (more…)