Fifteen:
Luna was waiting outside the practice yard, sitting on the fence. Her flowing shiny hair as inviting as any fae girl could muster. She smiled at me, and I blushed slightly. She was an adorable Summer fae, and undeniably attractive. I almost didn’t notice the large figure looming behind her.
“Young Duchess Devlin, well met.”
Angus King of the Summer fae greeted me in his deep but melodic tone. His extremely unique and massive weapon of choice hung heavy on his back. Angus carried the stone and earthen element mace attached to black ash wood. He smelled like the deep wilds of Fairey, even I had some knowledge of the surviving forests of his home.
“King Angus, well met, and good day to you and your kin.”
I said, greeting them both formally, my greeting to Luna was very much s
