“I’ll do so,” Morganne answered and realized she continued to grasp both the Spellweaver’s hands. The Teacher blushed and said, “I’m sorry, Gaelyss, I didn’t mean to…my emotions took over…I…”
“It’s OK, Morganne. I mean…Teacher. I rather enjoyed your touch. If you don’t mind, I’d fancy another kiss. Perhaps just a bit longer,” Gaelyss awkwardly requested.
“My…pleasure,” she responded.
She tenderly placed her soft orange lips against his and let them linger for a while. Gaelyss felt warm. Morganne gently stroked his long orange yellow hair and then softly brushed her long fingers across his smooth face. Without speaking, she smiled, turned and walked through the soft thick bark of the Spellweaver’s home tree.
Sad eyes watched Morganne leave the tree. An iridescent tear trickled down Kirrie’s cheek as she saw the new Teacher depart. The little she-Drelve had carried warm compote of booderries and passionless fruit as a snack for Gaelyss. Instead she saw Morganne enter the Spellweaver’s dwelling and waited outside. Kirrie mustered her strength and watched her older rival, now the Teacher of the Drelves walk away. Undaunted Kirrie left her hiding place and went to Gaelyss’s tree. Softly she knocked on the tree.
From within Gaelyss said, “Did you forget something?”
Fighting back tears, Kirrie said, “May I enter?”
Gaelyss stammered, “Oh, yes. Yes, Kirrie, please come in.”
Kirrie passed through the thick bark of the red oak and saw the Spellweaver seated on the mossy floor of the anteroom of his tree home. The spell book sat closed on the small table in the room. The she-Drelve’s keen nose detected the lingering pleasant fragrance left by Morganne’s body oils.
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