Edenshire shot in return volley, and I snorted and said, “That’s giving him a lot of credit. Olaf can’t ride for shite.”
He gave me a shocked and hurt look.
“Hey, woman! I am an equestrian stud!”
He said, and Talia shook her head and said, “We know you are a studhorse, but that doesn’t mean you can ride one.”
He gave her a dubious look and murmured something sullenly to himself.
“I see your lot are as lively as usual. How do you maintain the energy for all this blathering?”
Ingrid asked me, and I grinned widely showing my fangs off.
“We typically kick-off to keep ourselves relatively sane between monstrosities attacking. Or impromptu trips to Fairey on prince rescue missions.”
My tone was casual, and she added, “Or being drug through a water-rift by a wee fairy lass with necroti
