CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I had no idea someone could get saddle sore riding a broom, but I was unfortunate enough to discover it could happen. My legs were almost numb and my crotch rubbed raw by the time we flew to the far reaches of the wilderness of the Conas kingdom. We had traveled for a week and I was sick of seeing the view of trees from above.
I shifted in my seat and winced. “Remind me to put some blankets on Broomy later.”
Tegan grinned. “Would that be before or after the saddle you suggested earlier?”
“I have enough sores in bad places. I don’t want a saddle to add to them,” I quipped.
He chuckled. “We’ll have to make use of the warm pools in Dimness.”
My ears perked up and I turned my head around to look at him. “What kind of pools?”
“Dimness has a number of hot springs t
