Clockwork Goddess (The Lesbia Chronicles)
“She was whittling as usual, but looked up and froze like a stunned opossum when Ayla made her entrance.
"You are not drinking mead with the others," Ayla observed.
"No," Vix said. "Nor are you." They looked at one another for a long moment, two women as different as women could be and yet sharing the same desire for solitude which drew them into one another's company.
"Shall I leave you be?" "No," Vix said. "Please, stay if you like." "Very well, I will stay a while. Wha...t shall we do?" "You are a witch," Vix said, sheathing her blade. "Show me your magic." "Are you in need of healing?" "No," Vix said. "But I wish to see your magic." Ayla sat down nearby, resting her buttocks on a prominent root. "Magic is not for frivolous display." "Why not?" Vix lifted her chin. "A true art need not be hidden." The witch's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as her lips curled up into a small smile of amusement.MoreLess
"You are not drinking mead with the others," Ayla observed.
"No," Vix said. "Nor are you." They looked at one another for a long moment, two women as different as women could be and yet sharing the same desire for solitude which drew them into one another's company.
"Shall I leave you be?" "No," Vix said. "Please, stay if you like." "Very well, I will stay a while. Wha...t shall we do?" "You are a witch," Vix said, sheathing her blade. "Show me your magic." "Are you in need of healing?" "No," Vix said. "But I wish to see your magic." Ayla sat down nearby, resting her buttocks on a prominent root. "Magic is not for frivolous display." "Why not?" Vix lifted her chin. "A true art need not be hidden." The witch's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as her lips curled up into a small smile of amusement.MoreLess
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