Danebold wiped his makeshift wand on his left lapel, which had more brown hue than red, the suit's original color, simultaneously patting the dewed tall elephant grasses in his way. The jacket had seen much worse days than him, as it belonged to Akhtar, his grandfather, a warlock so ancient he witnessed the war of Alxeuszel'alvae as a boy.
Yithra had just finished drawing water, but she placed the waterskin gently beside her as Danebold stealthily broke into the scene. She bent further down, as though kowtowing to a river sprite.
Danebold watched as her gown became flatter against her rump each time she bent to drink. He smiled, and would have continued reveling in this intriguing sight if Hodriuz, AKA Keen Eyes, hadn't showed up.
"Ha. I see what you're enjoying here, Danebo-bo." He te
