just stating an
observation.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“No, truly, I’m glad. There
will be no interruptions.”
Blake raised an inquisitive
brow. “And what exactly will we be doing that you don’t want interrupted?”
Shale colored slightly, but
joined in with Blake’s banter. “You tell me, you’re the princess. I’m just
here to serve.”
Blake ran her thumb over the
back of Shale’s hand. “I like the sound of that.”
Shale cleared her throat
self-consciously, her mind so focussed on Blake’s soft stroking that she
nearly walked headlong into a low branch.
“Careful there,” Blake said,
her amusement clear.
Shale’s body was getting
overheated, and it wasn’t from the noon sun. She wondered about diving
into the lake, she really needed to cool off.
Blake pointed. “There it is.”
The lake was calm, and the surrounding trees reflected perfectly off its
still surface.
“Race you.” Shale let go of
Blake’s hand and dashed toward the lake.
“That’s cheating!” Blake
yelled, as she sprinted after her.
They jumped into the lake
fully clothed, but only Blake resurfaced.
“Very funny, Shale.” Blake
looked around to try and spot her. The water was still rippling from their
entrance, and there was no sign of Shale.
After several moments, Blake
said, “Shale, come on now.” She treaded water for another instant, then
swam toward where Shale had dived in. “Shale?” Blake called, her voice
growing frantic. “Shale!”
A hand suddenly tugged on her
ankle, and Blake submerged briefly. She came up spluttering, scowling at
Shale, who was looking far too pleased with herself.
“I’m going to get you for
that.”
“You’ve got to catch me
first.” Shale took off, swimming through the water like a fish.
Blake chased her
relentlessly, their laughter mingling as they splashed each other.
SHALE LAY ON a large slab of
rock, stretched out on her back, the sun drying both her and her clothes.
“Blake?”
“Yes, Shale?”
“I know this sounds awful,
but I’m really glad I met you.”
“Why’s that awful?”
“Because I wouldn’t have met
you if my tribe hadn’t been killed. We’d have never crossed paths, and I’m
pleased that we did.”
“I am, too.” Blake turned
over on her front to let her back dry, smiling when Shale pushed a lock of
blonde hair off her face. “Shale?”
“Hmm?”
“Can we stay here a bit
longer?” Blake looked skyward, trying to see the position of the sun.
“We can stay as long as you
want.” Shale didn’t want this day to end.
Blake squeezed Shale’s hand,
which was entwined with her own.
THEY REACHED THE village
earlier than Blake expected, the sun, though low, was still present.
They'd made good time. They didn't leave the lake till late afternoon, and
only did so because it would be difficult to navigate the terrain in the
dark.
Both women had wanted to stay
the night, but knew it wasn’t possible. If Blake didn’t return, half of
the tribe would be out searching for her, and if Shale didn’t, Kale would
come looking for her also.
They had barely entered the
village when a red-faced woman came storming over, her furious gaze
directed firmly on Shale.
“How dare you say those
things to Payleus!” she said loudly, drawing intrigued glances from nearby
Amazons.
Blake spoke up quickly,
“Mnaesa, what are you talking about?”
“Her.” Mnaesa pointed at
Shale. “She insulted Payleus, she’s over there crying as we speak.” She gestured
toward the cabins.
“Mnaesa, I assure you, Shale
did no such thing. She’s been with me all day.”
“Kale,” Shale muttered. “What
did she say?”
Mnaesa glared at her. “As if
you don’t know.”
“How could she?” Blake raised
her voice a notch. “Shale was with me.”
“Oh.” Mnaesa paused briefly.
“Well Kale called Payleus fat, and said she looked like a
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