WENDELL
Wendell has never felt so content before in his very long life. Effie lay with her head on his chest, her hand stroking lazily up and down. He didn"t even think she was aware of doing it.
"I"m surprised the dust isn"t everywhere," he observed.
Effie laughed throatily, a reminder of what they"d been doing. "It"s faerie dust, not sand," she pointed out.
"You"re saying that like I"m supposed to know what it means."
"It"s pure magic." She held up her hand and more of the sparkling dust that had covered her entire body at the same time as he"d bitten into her poured from it and onto his chest. It disappeared almost instantly, but not without leaving a pleasant tingling sensation on his skin.
"Handy."
"Very. It has healing properties too."
"It must be nice to be a faerie."
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