TSC Book 3 Part XII
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The night turned into day, and at once, Maria was up, wide awake.
She bathed in the river while the sun was still resting. After her bath, she sat back on the riverbank naked, her back arched and stood up by her elbows on the grass, just staring as dawn lit up the sky. Her clothes and her towel hung from a tree nearby, her regular jewellery tied up in a cloth bag beside them.
She relished in the cool summer breeze brushing her body delicately like a lover’s finger. Pains of wounds that didn’t exist. Wounds that her body bore from the pains of practicing magic in a world devoid of it. She hadn’t realised it when she was actually using her magic, but afterwards, when she relaxed or lay down at night to sleep, she’d feel them. But they were never so painful as to cry out for help – why, Mother Gothel never even knew about them. But Maria suspected the old woman knew. She knew everything.
At long last, the sun peeked out and the young woman got up from her perch. She brought down her clothes and her bag, dressed up, and got ready to leave.
The sound of trampling on dry leaves stopped her in her tracks, ears pricked, mind focussed on potential threats.
“It’s just me.”
She didn’t need a confirmation. She turned around at the sound of the voice she wanted to hear the most since the previous night. Milo Skander had the biggest smile on his face, as though he was carefree and nothing in the world, his hands on his hips, his legs spread wide. She suppressed a smile on her own face.
“What brings you here?” she asked.
“You,” was his response without batting a single eyelid.
“Fibber.”
He shrugged and removed his hands from his hips. “True. I came here hoping to train for an hour.” His grin turned vicious. “But then, I come here and see a naked girl.”
Her eyes narrowed. ‘It can’t be, can it? I didn’t feel any qi.’ “Fib. Again.”
He burst into laughter. “It’s like you read my mind! Yes, I came here just as you finished dressing up.”
“That sounds like the truth. Now, tell me, why you annoy my mistress so?”
“Mistress?”
“My teacher. Gothel.”
“Oh her. Because she and I have something in common.”
“Common? What’s that?” She couldn’t for the life of her take a guess.
“Our affection for you.”
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