Word Count → 000 :: Again, sorry it took so long and is so short. A little hectic in real life.
Dhiate smiled at his mistress, loving her touch, her approval. Anything to make her happy. He gulped nervously at the crackling fire. It was taunting him. It called to him, spoke names he once knew. It grew white, grew gold, orange, red, and in the center blue. Why did it do this? He could hear it breath, cackle. It danced before him both beauty and cruel. This was the one enemy no one could fight.
His blue eyes averted from the fire at her touch. He blinked and a swift grin flew across his face in gratitude. It was gone the instant she turned. In its place was a great sorrow for all he had lost. He closed his eyes and took his normal place by the wagon, far from the fire.
When Raoth stood beside him, he looked up in surprise. Usually the coyote stayed as far away as possible. Why the sudden change in heart? One look told him all he needed to know. Dhiate scoffed and rolled his eyes, but a fear still lay in him. Raoth was right.
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