Leah smiled. “I think I like that. Goes pretty well with what you talked about, Lady—about how we’re there to help preserve balance and all that.”
“It does,” Amélie agreed, her hand wrapping around Leah’s waist. “The two stories are not so different at all.”
Amy’s cheeks turned a bit pink, and Leah was torn between being extremely comfortable on the couch with one girlfriend, and very much wanting to get up and kiss the other.
“Now,” Amy continued, “in these old stories, the god of the hunt had many names. But the one that appears most often was Herne, and it was said he carried a bow that could strike a bird from the sky from miles away, an axe that could fell the mightiest opponent in one swing…and a horn.”
That made Leah straighten up a bit. “That’s what he was talking about, wasn’t
