“I believe he’s further south with the rest of the Motley Folk.” Dustfinger answered about his best friend, the very man who had given him his name, and likewise returned the favor. For a moment, he let himself muse over the mischief they’d gotten into together, eyeing the pillory close to the castle walls they’d been locked in together. But their animal companions had his attention again.
His hand gently stroked the wolf’s muzzle, saying soft words in an incoherent tongue of the fairies he’d learned long ago. Words to quiet any restless animal and set them at peace. As the muzzle rubbed his palm, he gave a slow blink. “I think he rather approves of me.” Dustfinger teased. “Perhaps he’s less inclined to see if fire-dancers taste like jerky too.”
“The bear frightens me too sometimes, but the master is kind and he would never let his friend harm you or Aunduin. I can give my word there.” Moving his hand away from the wolf’s muzzle, he began to walk again, looking in the direction of a bite to eat. “Anywhere in this square. The further you get towards the city gate or the walls have questionable sources.” He answered her. “However, it can be awfully pricey. I hope you don’t mean to steal from another agitated man.” The words were not an accusation, but a playful tease.
His eyes turned back to her when she inquired after his fires, and a secretive smile turned up his lips. “What makes you think I’m so eager to part with such secrets? Are you looking to bribe a hungry fire-dancer for them? It won’t work.”
Her movements were swift and purposeful, for as legs motioned her toward a small shoppe, the cloak danced about wildly as much as the skirts of her dress. With Dustfinger in tow, she was easily hidden from view, and Aunduin seem not to mind the extra company. She caught sight of that and could not help but to wonder more about the stranger. Had he too been attuned to nature such as she? Could he relate to them? Sense their feelings?
Oh the questions that filled her mind but yet not have allowed themselves to spill from parted lips. It left her pondering in silence.
“Perhaps I should in go search for him, my wanderings often take me places where I discover unbelievable things. How long has it been since you’ve seen him last?” She smiled and started walking backwards, staring down at the wolf, but periodically found herself looking up at the fire-dancer’s features. If she were to gaze within his eyes, what would she see? What little secrets of the wild lay dormant within him? Sarah bit her lip as the thought lingered too long in the recesses of her mind. What broke her from such reflections was the faint whisper that came from him.
The smile had vanished as curiosity now had taken a hold of the maiden. Just where did he learn such language? Her hand fell to Aunduin’s head, whilst the wolf had taken much liking to Dustfinger. His cerulean eyes were fixated on him, completely, even when her gentle caress graced his ears. “Perhaps you have something that has captivated him, for he doesn’t often enjoy the company of men,” Sarah’s voice was followed by a light chuckle and a bewitching smile that appeared just as she turned her back to him.
Extending her hand out from her side, the lupine left the side of the man and tilted his head up so her palm fell on his head. “Oh Dustfinger,” she nearly purred out the name as a playful tone rose from her lips, “I have become quite skilled at pulling secrets from the hearts of men,” spoken like an enchantress, she looked away from him and to the baker’s shoppe that they were fast approaching. “Yours shall take time.”
She paused before glancing past her shoulder.
“Or a lot more bribery than I initially thought.”
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