I’m speechless, shocked at Pryderi’s skill at storytelling. She has a skill that is going to waste. I’ve never heard that version of the first fire elemental before. I’ve never had the firestone mentioned before. I rub my finger over the bright stone, the only thing that survived my combustion. I believe that his intentions were good, but something still doesn’t feel right. I feel a dark foreboding when I think of him.
“If I was to marry him, it would mean that we would have to travel between the two realms until the new fortress is built. Would you be willing to come with me?” I could never force her from her home, but I hope that she will come with me. If I marry Lycur I need someone I can trust.
“If you marry him, you could not keep me from following you.” She reaches across the tabl
