reverently.
"Absolutely," I sighed. "Never mind that Falchan just got saved by a High Demon; that was the Dragon Warlord." I took Flyer's arm and steered him toward his shop.
* * *
"Reah, where you go?" Flyer watched as I packed my bag.
"Flyer, I hate to leave, but you will likely have about a dozen visitors in very little time. All looking for me. No, I'm not a criminal," I held out a hand at his worried expression. "I have mates, I guess. And they tend to show up if they know where I am. Just feed them a bowl of noodles and charge them double." Bag in hand, I kissed Flyer's cheek for the second time that day and skipped away from Falchan.
* * *
"Are you kidding?" Gavril got the news from Drew. "Your father saw her there?"
"She killed a ship full of pirates who were armed with a Ranos cannon. Dad can't lie, you know. Well, neither can we." Drew grinned. "Dad got rid of the ship for her—she didn't know what to do with it afterward."
"What the fuck is going on?" Lendill and Norian appeared. Norian could fold, Lendill couldn't. Lendill had dragged the Director along for that reason. Drew was forced to tell the story a second time.
* * *
"I have the information from Drake," Erland brought the news to Wylend.
"She was on Falchan? All this time?"
"She healed Thiskil's core early on, but you already knew about that. She was working in one of those noodle shops that are all over Falchan's capital city."
"Then let's go. We'll see if she's still there." Wylend's face held determination, so Erland didn't try to deflect the King of Karathia.
* * *
Flyer wasn't surprised when eight men showed up at his shop, all looking angry and out of sorts.
"Reah said you might come," Flyer nodded at Wylend, Erland, Gavril, Dee, Tory, Aurelius, Lendill and Norian. "She said to serve you noodles and charge you double."
"She's not here, is she?" Tory said. He was the tallest of all those assembled, standing nearly seven feet in height.
"No. She disappear. Poof." Flyer flicked his fingers.
"Figures." Lendill muttered angrily.
"Did she say where she was going?" Gavril asked.
"No." Flyer shook his head. "Best cook. Crowd get angry now. I lose same as child."
"Farzi and Nenzi will go crazy," Gavril sighed.
"Are we going to have noodles?" Dee asked. All eight of them took a seat at the counter while Flyer served bowls of noodles.
* * *
"Hello, Nefrigar." He'd appeared like magic shortly after I skipped to Beliphar.
"Greetings, Reah. It was a good time to visit Falchan, was it not?" The skin around his bright-blue eyes crinkled as he smiled at me.
"Yeah. I just can't go back or the horde will find me for sure."
"If that is your choice," he lifted a vase from the bedside table and examined it carefully—it was crystal of some sort and likely worth a lot. Just about everything was that remained inside the deserted palace.
"Are you hungry? You must be after eliminating the pirates."
"A little." I'd gotten used to regular meals, living with Flyer.
"Then come." Nefrigar folded us away.
When I complained that I wasn't dressed properly to go inside the restaurant—I had no idea where we were, after all—Nefrigar used power to dress me. "This is nice," the tunic was purple silk with embroidery at hem and cuff, the loose pants matching. Silver shoes, matching the embroidery, peeked from beneath my pants.
"Would you like jewelry?" Nefrigar smiled.
"That's all right, but thank you for the thought," I said. My nose was pulling me inside the restaurant—good smells of baking bread lured me along. I hadn't had good bread while on Falchan.
Nefrigar didn't order—Larentii fed on sunlight. Instead, he watched, somewhat amused, as I ate veal in wine sauce and several pieces of bread. "I'm too full to move," I sighed, refusing dessert. Strangely enough, Nefrigar paid for my meal. He handed over a credit chip. Where do Larentii get credit chips? Do they manufacture them with their power? I thought about asking, but since I didn't really
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