The last few weeks have seemed like “whack a mole.” Every time I get one of the little buggers back in the ground, something else pops up.
I guess that’s the fun and adventures in space and time.
For you Loki fans, I have been getting some done on the 7th novella. Okay, when it snows in Los Angeles, I get the point. *grin* I did have to get words done on the novella so he wouldn’t dump snow on me coming home from Sandy, Utah. It certainly was aiming that way as we headed toward that weekend. Guess who had no snow? Yep! Me. People may think that I’m weird, but that’s okay. I know the reality: Loki loves to pester me with cold, snow, and ice if I do not pay enough attention to him.
I really want to go get my words in for the night so I can get some sleep. I can’t wait until spring and the sun returns for good. I needs it, Precious, I needs it! You can clearly see I’m losing my mind here.
We should get you to the story and away from me. *grin* Happy adventuring!
This story is meant for new adult audiences. It is rather mature in nature, not that there’s anything really detrimental, but it certainly isn’t meant for readers under 17 as there is content of a sensual nature. If you are younger or prefer completely clean content, please go no further with this story.
Previously: The novihomidrak, Cirvel, heads through a festival on his way to meet up with an old “friend” who has a map that Cirvel needs. The friend, Sapere Imor, isn’t happy to see Cirvel and tries to persuade Cirvel with other temptations. Irritated with not getting his answers, Cirvel seals Imor into a genie lamp. A ninja steps from the shadows and steals away the lamp containing Imor, leaving Cirvel holding only air. He returns to the shrine to discuss the situation with the Grand Sapere, who demands to take it to the Dragon Council. Cirvel knows the Council will take far too long to come to a decision. Cirvel decides to act on his own.
by Dawn Blair
Cirvel made his way back to the festival. The musk scent in the air had deepened as fresh dancers had taken over. This had probably happened a couple times over and the sweat of all the people hung around. Through that odor, Cirvel also smelled meat cooking. A different kind now, and coming from a different vendor. This meat smelled much gamier.
He scanned around for the ninja, even while he chided himself for trying. It wouldn’t be smart for her to return to the festival; she had what she wanted.
Unless she’d been there for another reason and taking the lamp had merely been a crime of opportunity. Let’s see if we can steal from the novihomidrak and get away with it.
He had proved that she could.
He blinked down his dragon lids, the world taking on a yellow hue. A second look at the crowd didn’t reveal any more information than the first time.
Cirvel wanted to head toward the vendor booths and avail himself of the meat which tantalized his senses. In just thinking about sinking his teeth into it nearly made his dragon teeth emerge. He caught himself smiling as he swallowed back the saliva pouring into his mouth. The insides of his cheeks tingled almost painfully.
But eating what not what the Humline called him to do. Not at the moment at least. The time for that would come. Right now, it dragged him to walk away from the festival, stride confidently down the street, letting the music fade behind him. He gave in to the urge and followed where it led him.
His mind chewed over the information he knew: Imor had seen the map, one that glimmered into existence only once every decade. Granted, it had been a decade since Imor had seen the map. If the sapere hadn’t mentioned that he was waiting to view it again, word might not have ever reached Cirvel about its existence. That map would show him the source of an imagination dragon, a special one that hoarded books. Not only would this imagination dragon have the knowledge Cirvel sought, but it would have everything that Cirvel would need to know immediately afterwards in the books that it kept scattered.
But until Cirvel got back the lamp holding Imor, he was no closer to his answers than he had been before he learned of the map’s existence.
“Back again so soon,” a voice called out of the shadows.
Cirvel stopped, turning slowly toward the woman’s voice. His heart raced, but he hoped not to show an ounce of his anticipation. Patience, he mentally commanded himself as if the word were a meditation mantra. He got the pleasure of watching her step out of the darkness into the light. She wore black now, not the skimpy dancer’s outfit he’d seen earlier. A grating tension scraped up his arms and spine, making him fight against the snarl that twitched on his lips. He forced it into a smile instead. He knew that he really should be pleased to see the ninja again; it gave him a chance to recover the lamp.
“Couldn’t stay away from the festivities, or were you coming back to take me up on my offer?” she asked, sashaying easily up to him.
Her eyes were blue, bluer than most skies he’d seen. They trapped and held him.
She stopped before him, her gaze now uneasily on Cirvel. He realized that he still had his novihomidrak lids down. No wonder she looked so vivid to him.
“Don’t blink them away.” She held up her hand, not quite touching his chest as she pulled closer to him.
He let her command him even though it forced him to go against the instincts rising through his chest, including the apprehension pouring down his arms. He found himself trembling. Yet he couldn’t look away from her blue eyes. They held him lost.
His mind tumbled.
Confusion frolicked across her face. The sight of it nearly made Cirvel laugh. He felt the threat of it bubble in his throat. One did not mock a ninja. Yet, her eyebrows furrowed as she studied him like she didn’t know what to make of him either. Random happenchance let them explore each other.
“Shall we find a bed now, or do we pretend we both were seeking each other for the lamp?” The words out of his mouth astonished him equally as much as they appeared to shock her.
“Presumptive, aren’t you?”
He could barely understand what she said to him.
With a hiss, he drew back. “You’re doing that, aren’t you? Manipulating my energy?”
“This may come as a surprise to you, but I’m not doing it. Check?” She stepped closer to him.
It took a moment for him to realize what she wanted him to check. Then he realized she meant he should check the Humline. His mouth opened in amazement.
“My name is Treshauna. I am a Black Night.”
“What do you want with the lamp?”
She grabbed onto him and yanked herself against him. “I thought you were going to take me to bed first.” She reached up on her toes and pressed her mouth against his.
“To business then.”
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