“Aurien,” a dark-haired man moved out of the arched doorways with a sneering smile that did not detract from his beauty. Fae, I thought, by the points of his ears that pierced the dark silk of his ears, and the ethereal masculinity of his face. Aurien was by far the more perfect specimen of man, but this Fae man was not far behind. “I didn’t realise you were offering your service as a mount.”
“Intuinthe los,” Aurien replied archly. “Etiquin intelin sar.”
“Saosquorin,” the dark-haired man responded with amusement. “Fae oskenthin yaden isk talen?”
Fae why are we, I caught, but the other words were not in my vocabulary. I could guess however from those words: why are we speaking Fae? It was a good question; one I wondered the answer of.
“Prianthe amar ith,” Aurien said. I have r
