![]() ![]() Her loathing for mortals continued to grow, fueling his own. In turn, Ivana ridiculed their unwashed, louse-ridden bodies and simplistic language. Lothaire received his share of attention for his piercing ice-blue eyes and the white-blond hair forever spilling out from under his cap. They always gazed at Ivana's beauty and the foreign cut of her clothing with awe-then suspicion. Unfortunately, each village teemed with filthy mortals. Now she was too weak to trace, so they plodded toward another village, one that might provide a barn to shelter them from the coming day's sunlight. Again and again, she'd tried to teleport them to Dacia, only to be returned to the same spot. "After all our wanderings, I feel we are close, Son." That first night, as they'd wended through the terrifying Bloodroot Forest that surrounded Helvita, she'd feared Lothaire wouldn't make it through the freezing night. ![]() Lothaire could scarcely imagine such a place. ![]()
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