After the shopping spree, they went for a romantic night walk in one of Javvok’s many parks. Or at least it was romantic for Kamila and Lith, whereas for three single women, being surrounded by lovebirds was cringe-inducing.
Despite the late hour, there were lots of young couples, making the three Ernas mages regret their choice.
They had yet to finish visiting the park when suddenly something that resembled a Warp Gate but wasn’t one appeared on a nearby tree.
Lyta the Dryad come out of it, extending her arms towards Quylla.
"Quylla, sweetie. You’re really playing hard to get." She said while closing in to her mark.
"Good gods! Help me, Phloria." Quylla promptly hid behind her sister’s wide back.
Phloria remembered well how flirty Dryads were from her days at the academy, especially that particular Dryad.
"What do you want from her..." Phloria attempted to ask before Lyta threw her arms around Phloria’s neck and kissed her.
Lyta managed to give a good squeeze on her butt before Phloria recovered from the surprise and managed to push her away.
"Dryads are very assertive and swing both ways." Quylla said after moving behind Friya, just to stay safe.
"You don’t say." Friya sneered, watching Lyta’s every move.
They were all so surprised that they almost failed to notice Professor Duke Marth emerging from the dimensional corridor as well. He was a man in his mid-forties, about 1.78 meters (5’10") tall, with thick blonde hair.
Aside from his goatee, his face was perfectly shaven, giving him a calm and youthful appearance. Yet his tense expression and the heavy bags under his eyes told them that he wasn’t there for a courtesy visit.
"Why the heck isn’t your communication amulet available, Mage Ernas? I’ve been trying to reach you for hours." Marth said.
"Because I’m on vacation and I’m not supposed to return to the academy before another week." Quylla replied while noticing that Lyta was now looking at Lith.
"Hi, handsome. Long time no see."
"Hands off the merchandise, sister." Kamila stood between them, not liking what she saw one bit.
Lyta’s big red eyes sparkled in the park’s magical light like masterfully cut rubies. Everything in her visage was perfect, from her delicate features to her full lips.
She had waist-long silky hair, red like maple leaves during autumn, that gave her a wild and unrestrained allure. She was wearing what looked like a skin-tight cocktail dress made out of leaves that left little to the imagination about her soft and full curves.
The only thing that betrayed her non-human nature was her light green skin.
"You’re really pretty, sister. I don’t mind sharing." Lyta replied.
"But I do." Kamila’s voice was stone cold.
"Enough with your tomfoolery, Lyta." Marth said. "We really don’t have time for this. I apologize for her behavior, but without her, I wouldn’t have managed to find you in time." ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Wait. So you’re looking for Quylla, not me?" Lith asked, half relieved and half worried. He was really starting to believe that he was bad luck.
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