"Hi," I say, feeling oddly shy. Although we had been intimate not long ago, this was the first time we had actually done it between the two of us alone and for some reason that thought was causing tiny elvisera to wreak havoc on my abdomen.
"Hey Firefly." Sorin grabs some shampoo and lathers it in his hands. "Mind if I wash your hair?"
"Sure," I say, unravelling the mass from its tight braid and wetting it beneath the spray, before turning my back to him. His fingers work magic against my scalp until all the stress of the day melts from me.
"That's better," he says softly, rinsing my hair beneath the water once again, before grabbing some conditioner and running it through the bottom of my strands. "What do you say we wash off and then get to that potion lesson. We should have another couple hours before you are set to practice with Baldar." I pout and he taps my nose. "Don't worry, we will just be going over what each potion is and a couple of properties of each. You can sit the whole time."
I sigh. "Deal."
Chapter fifty
Sunshine and Rain
Alaceandra
The rest of the day goes by without much incident. Sorin gives me another pretty braid before showing me what each of the potions he had set out earlier did and where I could find them. Before I know it, I am back on the field with Baldar as he coaches me through how to make flames grow and extinguish, as well as how to set moving targets on fire. My magick has grown even more than the day before—big surprise.I find myself a lot lessexhausted than I previously thought I would be by the end of the day. Sam, though, has been absent since this morning. He did not pick up his lunch, nor was he present at dinner. I cannot help but wonder where he is, or how he is investigating what I had told him that morning.
The prince follows me back to our cottage, Baldar positioned on his shoulder.
"I see you two are getting along," I say, climbing up the ladder.
"Seems that way. He grows on you… kind of like a fungus."
I snort.
The prince continues. "Speaking of growing, looks like someone's powers got a boost since their last lesson. What have you been up to today?" He leans against the doorframe one leg propped up for balance.
"He's the fungus,"Baldar mumbles, his tiny squeaks barely audible from the prince's shoulder."He is right though, you have improved. I was not sure if you would get through one of those lessons let alone all three. You should be proud of yourself."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence," I say sarcastically. Baldar jumps down from the prince's shoulder and I see the prince wince slightly. "The nails?" I ask.
"Yep," he says, before sitting on the couch. "No, but really. I am curious." He quirks a brow at me.
I roll my eyes. "Your suspicions are probably correct."
"They often are," he drawls. "As I said before, there are always signs. That is the same braid you had when Sam and I found you in the woods, you know?"
I sigh, twirling the braid between my fingers. "You caught me."
He laughs. "Nothing to catch. I hope you had fun. It is interesting to see the correlation between your skills growing and your… interactions with us though."
I roll my eyes. "I am sure it is."
"Someone is in a mood this evening."
I smile. "A good one or a bad one I wonder." I playfully tap my chin.
"Definitely a good one." The prince stands and grabs my hand spinning me.
I laugh. "What was that for?"
"I was just checking out my little dove’s wings, they seem to be growing in nicely."
My smile softens. "Thank you."
"I am only pointing out the facts." He kisses my forehead.
"I- I am sorry about last night." The prince stills.
