Warm Flame - Chapter Ten
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Picking up her arm, Marana led the white-haired elf in the dining room, stretched out on the street. The wooden pillars hammered into the ground held a huge cloth awning, under which were placed many tables and benches, as well as a point of rations for recruits. The girls sat down at the nearest free table and opened their rations.
"Marana? Can i ask you?"
"Of course, ask what you want!"
"You're from the South Shores, aren’t you? Have you ever seen structures of the Ancient Elven race?"
"Our village is not far from such a structure. What you want to know?"
"Interesting. I've never seen anything like it. You were inside?"
"Adults forbade walking there when we were kids, but we didn’t listen. We spent all our childhood there, found some secret tunnels, but there was nothing interesting in the end. Beautiful of course, but we didn’t find any ancient magical energy or artifacts. It's a pity."
"I see. And did you study healing magic from someone?"
"My grandmother learned me. My parents didn’t have a magic gift, it was inherited apparently. And what about you?"
"And I haven’t studied anything from anyone, and I not do a few spells. I hoped that in the camp I would be taught at least the basics."
"It will be difficult, this gift should be developed from childhood, otherwise it can disappear altogether with time."
"I know, but I didn’t have the opportunity to go somewhere to study."
"Hmm... I can teach you the easiest spells of healing!"
"It would be great!"
Siala for the first time in a long time felt a surge of energy. The hope that she would learn the coveted magic of healing gave her hope that everything would turn out.
"When do we start?" said white-haired girl.
"We can start even tomorrow!" smiled Marana.
In this moment, someone sat down at their table.
"Excuse the girls, there are no more free seats" the blond man smiled.
Small dimples on his cheeks and bluish eyes made him charming. Siala blushed a little and lowered her eyes, the boys never approached to her from childhood. Marana meanwhile examined all the tables around and sighed:
"Wow, there really are no seats. Well, sit down here."
"Thank you!" answered the blond man and turned away, waved his hand and shouted: "Guys, they don’t mind! Sit down!"
"What?!" the brown-eyed girl was indignant. "We weren’t against only one neighbor!"
"So you liked me?" The blond pal smiled even wider.
"What?" Marana frowned "Siala, shell can we go from here?"
"Come on, girls. We were not going to kick you out," said the blond, opening his ration. "We won’t disturb you."