Chapter 23: Chapter 23 | Magus Gwydion
Damn, Dryads
I can hear Circe's curse and feel her rolling of eyes when the Dryads increase in number.
But I thought you said they were friendly.
She huffed, as I awkwardly smiled at them.
Overly friendly, I should have added.
"I'm Daphnaie, dryad of the laurel trees. What brings you to the forest, Circe?"
She's calling you out, Circe. I mocked her, emphasizing her name. Hearing her huff, I chuckled inwardly.
"I'm Xianne. And I was looking for spare logs, to build a fire. Circe wanted some rabbit meat."
Daphnaie nodded, looking at her friend, who was standing on the small branch. "Meliae, do you have a few ash logs to spare?"
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