stories of our people and hear those of
your people.” Ana glanced at her glider parked by his guards.
Roth waved a hand and immediately one of the men grabbed the handles and
guided it to where Ana stood.
“I’d like that, to share stories, that is. Will you come back?” Roth took another step
toward her so that he was a few feet in front of her, towering over her.
“Would you like me to?” She looked up with what she hoped for some strange
reason was a rather passive look. She couldn’t explain how she felt to herself, but she
very much wanted to see Roth again.
“I would, but could I make one request?”
She looked at him without responding and then froze as slowly he raised his hand
toward her face.
“Why do you wear this?” His fingers brushed her headscarf and her skin tingled
under the material where he had touched her. He flirted with her, she knew it, but her
body had never reacted like this before.
“It is a Runner headscarf. It protects in battle and is part of our heritage.” She
looked down at his chest, focusing on the fuzzy dark red hair that teased her from the
collar of his smock.
“But you didn’t wear it the other day.”
“My blood is also Gothman.”
“And Gothman women don’t wear this cloth over their heads?” he asked.
“Gothman women do what they’re told to do,” Ana muttered with more disgust in
her voice than she’d planned. When Roth literally laughed out loud, she looked up in
amazement.
“And you don’t like to be told what to do, am I right?” He smiled down at her and
the intensity of those piercing green eyes overwhelmed her.
“I must go.” She turned from him quickly, wondering if he’d just made fun of her,
and quickly jumped on her glider.
“Meet me here tomorrow. I promise—no nets.” She looked up and realized he’d
moved with her and now stood by her glider. “And if I may humbly request, tomorrow
don’t wear the scarf.”
She wasn’t sure what compelled her. In fact, later, as she shared her adventure with
Andru, she was embarrassed to tell him what she did next. But as she looked up into
those beautiful emerald eyes, she pulled off her headscarf and handed it to Roth. He
accepted it without a word and smiled gently as he studied her face.
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All For One
“You are beautiful.”
She heard him whisper the words and they vibrated through her as she quickly
flew away from the mountain and toward her home.
* * * * *
Ana had devised a very good version of the truth that she would share with her
parents when the inevitable occurred. She made excellent time with the wind behind
her, aiding her speed. Once again, she didn’t seem to notice her beloved homeland as
she gracefully flew over its curves.
This time it wasn’t the taste of adventure that distracted her. Incredible green eyes
caressed her insides and whispers of praise distracted her. A warm sensation, similar to
the one she’d experienced when she and Andru obtained a bottle of Gothman wine one
time, crept over her body. Roth of the Barringswood tribe so completely absorbed her
thoughts that she hardly noticed the small camp until she was nearly on top of it.
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Lorie O’Clare
Chapter Four
Darius and Tara flew away from the small group of white tents where the Tree
People had set up camp. The two leaders were surrounded by six of their men, three
Gothman and three Runner guards. Lord Darius wore the brown leather of the
Gothman warrior, with a purple sash crossed over his broad iron chest. His expression
appeared alert, yet calm. Tara rode next to him and although she chanced a glance at
him as they pulled slowly away from the heir to the Barringswood tribe, he didn’t
return her look.
Jolee flew on her glider following Tara, and Geeves followed Darius. They’d agreed
to each bring their first assistants so discussion,