“Will you stop!” Madas snapped.
L’eon snickered again. He had been laughing off and on for the past hour, and by this point, she was gritting her teeth. She suddenly stopped and with a muttered grumble, she sat down on a log, resting her elbows on her knees. L’eon climbed up beside her and sat down.
She moodily stared back the way they had come. She couldn’t get the image of the pale Tearnat out of her head. Rolling the shaft of her spear between her palms, she released a long sigh.
“I should have just left him miserable. We could have been back to his ship by the time he was able to get out of the water,” she said.
L’eon put on an expression of comically exaggerated agony, scratched his belly, then his butt, then his neck, flinging himself onto his back on the log with his toes dramat
