and hungry.
Staysia had mostly worried about the safety of Jasper throughout the day. What if she made it and he became the serpent’s snack? She would never be able to forgive herself. She had decided that unless the serpent could smell him particularly, he would need to stay back while she and Tristen distracted or battled with the serpent.
And Gabriel, Gabriel had crossed her mind a time or two. She felt almost guilty for indulging in Tristen’s scent. She felt guilty for putting her arms around him.
“This horse, he belongs to Gabriel,” she told Tristen.
“Does he now?” Tristen patted the back of the horse’s neck.
“Yes, he does. My unicorn got stolen in the night as Jasper and I slept.”
“Your unicorn got stolen? Oh Staysia, I am awfully sad to hear such a thing. Do you have any ideas of who might’ve taken your unicorn?”
“Her name is Isis.” Staysia didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Tristen about the immortal, not now anyway.
“Well, I certainly hope you get her back. I must ask you, where is this Gabriel you speak of?”
“He was kidnapped by the witches. We tried to go back for him, but they put up a wall that we could not cross. Poor Gabriel, he thinks he is in my company, but it is really a witch who has fooled him into thinking she is me.”
“He must be in a trance, although, being alone with someone he thinks is you probably doesn’t bother him a bit. They are good with fooling with the weak heart, the heart that is in love. They love to take advantage of that.”
“Love? Did you say love? Oh no, Gabriel is not in love with me. Like I told you, we just met. There is no way he is in love with me.”
“That’s not so hard to believe, now is it? A beautiful girl like you traveling alone with a troll, he probably thinks a lot more of you than you think he does.”
“Love is a big word,” Staysia said.
“Love at the first sight of you, I fathom,” Tristen replied.
“Well, I actually met Gabriel and the troll both at the bridge. Gabriel was thrown over the bridge. I-I thought he was dead, at first. They followed me after that.”
“Who would want to kill him?” Tristen asked.
“Oh, they had mistaken him for someone else.” Staysia replied.
“Now I must say, my original concern with the man was the simple fact that he was from Gnome Hills. Now you say he was accused of murder and is from Gnome Hills?”
“Accused, he was accused of murder,” Staysia said.
“Gabriel is no murderer! He is a beast tamer,” Jasper added.
“Alright, that’s fine by me.” Tristen replied.
Jasper stopped his buggy, threw his leg over the seat and hopped out. He hobbled to a small lake and began to drink. Tristen got off of the horse and held his hand out to Staysia. She took his hand and let him help her down. She straightened herself and smiled at Tristen. “Thirsty?” he asked her. “Very,” she replied. The two of them made their way to the lake. Tristen stood on one foot to take off his shoes and socks one at a time. Staysia watched him hop around and laughed.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” Tristen asked her.
“M hmm,” Staysia nodded her head and held her hand over her mouth. Tristen ran into the lake. He slowly walked backwards until his shoulders were covered in water. He watched Staysia closely.
“Why is it that you are you watching me?” Staysia asked, brows raised. Tristen said nothing. Staysia shook her head and kneeled down to get a drink of water. She sipped slowly and looked up at Tristen, who kept his eyes on her. “You are a strange person, Tristen.”
“He wishes to have you for his own,” Jasper said.
“Jasper! He does not!” she said.
“Come in the water and see what happens,” Tristen mumbled.
“I will not!” Staysia replied.
“Oh, yes you will!” Tristen swam towards Staysia. She turned to run, but before she knew it, he had a hold of her. He picked her up and carried her into the water.
“Put me down this
Staysia had mostly worried about the safety of Jasper throughout the day. What if she made it and he became the serpent’s snack? She would never be able to forgive herself. She had decided that unless the serpent could smell him particularly, he would need to stay back while she and Tristen distracted or battled with the serpent.
And Gabriel, Gabriel had crossed her mind a time or two. She felt almost guilty for indulging in Tristen’s scent. She felt guilty for putting her arms around him.
“This horse, he belongs to Gabriel,” she told Tristen.
“Does he now?” Tristen patted the back of the horse’s neck.
“Yes, he does. My unicorn got stolen in the night as Jasper and I slept.”
“Your unicorn got stolen? Oh Staysia, I am awfully sad to hear such a thing. Do you have any ideas of who might’ve taken your unicorn?”
“Her name is Isis.” Staysia didn’t feel it was necessary to tell Tristen about the immortal, not now anyway.
“Well, I certainly hope you get her back. I must ask you, where is this Gabriel you speak of?”
“He was kidnapped by the witches. We tried to go back for him, but they put up a wall that we could not cross. Poor Gabriel, he thinks he is in my company, but it is really a witch who has fooled him into thinking she is me.”
“He must be in a trance, although, being alone with someone he thinks is you probably doesn’t bother him a bit. They are good with fooling with the weak heart, the heart that is in love. They love to take advantage of that.”
“Love? Did you say love? Oh no, Gabriel is not in love with me. Like I told you, we just met. There is no way he is in love with me.”
“That’s not so hard to believe, now is it? A beautiful girl like you traveling alone with a troll, he probably thinks a lot more of you than you think he does.”
“Love is a big word,” Staysia said.
“Love at the first sight of you, I fathom,” Tristen replied.
“Well, I actually met Gabriel and the troll both at the bridge. Gabriel was thrown over the bridge. I-I thought he was dead, at first. They followed me after that.”
“Who would want to kill him?” Tristen asked.
“Oh, they had mistaken him for someone else.” Staysia replied.
“Now I must say, my original concern with the man was the simple fact that he was from Gnome Hills. Now you say he was accused of murder and is from Gnome Hills?”
“Accused, he was accused of murder,” Staysia said.
“Gabriel is no murderer! He is a beast tamer,” Jasper added.
“Alright, that’s fine by me.” Tristen replied.
Jasper stopped his buggy, threw his leg over the seat and hopped out. He hobbled to a small lake and began to drink. Tristen got off of the horse and held his hand out to Staysia. She took his hand and let him help her down. She straightened herself and smiled at Tristen. “Thirsty?” he asked her. “Very,” she replied. The two of them made their way to the lake. Tristen stood on one foot to take off his shoes and socks one at a time. Staysia watched him hop around and laughed.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” Tristen asked her.
“M hmm,” Staysia nodded her head and held her hand over her mouth. Tristen ran into the lake. He slowly walked backwards until his shoulders were covered in water. He watched Staysia closely.
“Why is it that you are you watching me?” Staysia asked, brows raised. Tristen said nothing. Staysia shook her head and kneeled down to get a drink of water. She sipped slowly and looked up at Tristen, who kept his eyes on her. “You are a strange person, Tristen.”
“He wishes to have you for his own,” Jasper said.
“Jasper! He does not!” she said.
“Come in the water and see what happens,” Tristen mumbled.
“I will not!” Staysia replied.
“Oh, yes you will!” Tristen swam towards Staysia. She turned to run, but before she knew it, he had a hold of her. He picked her up and carried her into the water.
“Put me down this
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