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was all his imagination.
     
    Kas lowered his own eyes, which was an instinctive way to avoid provoking her. But the sight of her curves that were like the waves of the ocean ignited him into a blush without so much as a drop of alcohol in him. He felt as if he were being burned from the inside out.
     
    “Rather a handsome one to be in your company,” Gloria noted aloud. Kas shivered when the green eyes of the Awl above them looked his way and caught some of his more vulnerable Threads in turn. “Is he of an upper class I should take note of?”
     
    “Why do you say that?” Hain asked with a bit of concern of Kas’ identity being found out. Delare was still closely eavesdropping on them from above.
     
    “There isn’t a scar on him.”
     
    “Well, that won’t work. How dare you try to deceive the Lady Gloria you stupid kid,” Hain said before he used his hand to slap Kas in such a manner to leave the result of his sharp nails bleeding on his cheek.
     
    Kas could feel Hain sop up every bit of pleasure for striking him, knowing full well that if he reacted at this point with so much as a glare, it would blow his cover. There wasn’t much to hide on Hain’s part, as he could have been Aragmoth himself and the phelan somnus wouldn’t have hesitated to hit him.
     
    “Better?”
     
    “Unnecessary,” Gloria said as she pressed her handkerchief against Kas’ face.
     
    “So you believe the dragons are caels?” Kas needed to find a change of topic as he could feel the pluma Awl tighten its fingers on his Threads, as much as Hain was holding out to save both their necks. But the alcohol wouldn’t keep Delare out of Hain’s dizzy thoughts for long.
     
    “No, I think they’re demons, as I do with anything that is more beautiful than my two consorts. I also respect them as the bigger demons after they nearly turned my ship into driftwood.”
     
    “That’s when you hurled a bottle of wine into the eyes of the fiery cael of war, turning his eyes to ash, which toppled him from the skies and doused his rage in the cold Eternal Waters,” Hain trumpeted like a storyteller. He spread his arms towards the water to embrace it onto himself, pretending to use the sea’s breeze to cool his passion for his Muse.
     
    “It was a bottle of char-don-nay,” Gloria said as she grabbed the bronze armor that slung over his left shoulder to his waist from behind, and spun him around. It was only a thin strap of metal, but it was enough to keep an Awl or a blade from attacking his heart first. “It’s not my tail that will be strolling their lands without this gesture of good will beforehand.”
     
    Kas feared she might actually bite Hain, despite being entirely human and one from Earth for that matter. He could faintly smell the sun’s rays on her tanned skin still. But anyone who took one wrong look at her was quickly stunned by her beauty and then cut down by her sword-wielding consorts. As he looked across the deck, her griffin somnus looked to be walking closer to do just that.
     
    “Alright, well if your consorts are that beautiful, why is one of them wearing a mask?” Hain asked, looking up to where the pluma somnus observed the conversation from above.
     
    Because normally Awls wear masks you idiot, Kas finished in another growl of his psi at him, as his drunken rambling threatened to ignite a fight on the ship.
     
    “Yes, but I want to hear why from her Lady. Wait your turn to be a bitch, ” Hain finished in psi.
     
    “My love!” Gloria called up to Delare, as if waving for an angel to descend from the sky.
     
    The pluma somnus took his hand off Kas’ Threads and looked down to her in response. Then he removed his black, sadly engraved mask, and held it with one hand as he rested his other arm on his bent leg. It revealed a clean, porcelain-white complexion and the unshadowed, full brightness of his green eyes. His light brown hair was unmoved by the sea’s winds, and rested calmly in its wisps on