“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”
“You woke everyone up stomping around like that!” she said, voice sounding more normal now as Ash had brought her closer to his ear.
“Sorry, sorry, I forgot that you sleep till noon.”
Maverie snorted and puffed her cheeks. Fairies, which many thought were a figment of the imagination of Ternites and those that had had one too many mugs of mead to drink, woke up only when the flower buds opened, which was usually at noon. “Where are you going?”
“To the village. I’m going to sell some herbs and flowers in the market.”
“Take me with you!”
Ash smiled. A couple of times of a week, Maverie would ask him to bring her with him, but he always refused. It wasn’t because she was a flower princess, the daughter of the fairy queen, but because his adventures
