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She was what he heard Ring Masters speak of so often. Beauty . But she was something he could never claim for his own, even in his distorted form. Dare a dragon tempt the Gods to dabble with a time-guardian's soul mate? The thought had certain risks involved such as having her husband's angry incarnate out to slay dragons. Besides, she would never be interested in anyone other than her soul mate. He focused on her question. “I'm from the sixty-first century.”
“Oh?” She seemed pleased. Clasping her hands together, she blinked. “I see.” She shook a contemplative finger toward the sky. “The nidium claymores of the future differ from those of the twenty-eighth century.” A smug smile curled her lips upward.
Good to see the woman content with the information. Although, he preferred her lips forming a sweet ring, he wouldn't argue with her. She needed to rationalize for her sanity. He stepped to her side.
She bent and plucked his sheathed sword from the strands of feathery green grass blanketing the earth.
What was she doing? Her helpful stance held no anxiety or anger.
She extended the weapon to him, her wide sleeve openings hanging like strange beards from her slim wrists. “Every day we waste is a day lost to time.”
Naught could be truer.
The hairs on his neck prickled to chilly attention.
Too uncanny . Dragon's didn't have hair. Ignoring the itch, he thrust his sword into the leather sheath hanging beneath his belt and motioned toward the east.
She pointed to the north. “We'll get nowhere fast if we go round-about.”
If she knew the way, she could lead. He took a step toward a willow's thick gnarled trunk.
She walked at his side.
Any day spent with a companion was one worth living.