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almost willing her eyes
to open so he could study their color.
     
    Summer's soft pink lips parted as she
slowly inhaled, before muttering something unintelligible. Her face pressed
into his chest, as if trying to burrow closer to his body.
     
    By the twin moons, every logical
thought deserted his mind as desire shot through his body, pooling down into
his loins. He swallowed; he could no have such thought for a woman who belonged
to another.
     
    Melor, careful to dip his head so as
not to hit it on the shorter doorframe, carried her out into a hallway
following Blossom's directions. He walked the few steps to an adjoining room.
The door was ajar, so he shoved it open further with his foot to admit him and
the soft woman he carried.
     
    Summer's bedroom was a mix of rich
earth colors; reds, browns, yellows, greens. He laid her on top of the covers.
A patchwork blanket lay across the bottom. He reached for it, drawing it up and
over her.
     
    She turned slightly to her left side,
nestling her head further into the pillow. He stepped back and went in search
of Blossom.
     
    He found her in a large comfortable
open spaced area; a kitchen with long wooden bench and food preparation
appliances he'd seen but never used himself. To the left was a comfortable
looking sitting area, and what appeared to be a closed in fireplace.
     
    "Your mother now rests on her
bed."
     
    Blossom glanced up. She had set out
two small bowls, and filled them with multi-colored little loops.
     
    "I am curious to know where I am."
     
    "You're in Redwood County, Mr.
Melor." She yanked open the appliance he knew to be a tool in which to
keep food chilled. She pulled out a bottle of milk and set it on the counter
before twisting off the red cap.
     
    He lowered his frame onto one of the
stools under the bench. It creaked under his weight.
     
    Blossom
poured the milk over the rings and pushed the bowl with a small spoon his
direction.
     
    He glanced at it curiously. "You
can call me Melor. I must ask what these little things are."
     
    "Fruit Loops." She speared her spoon into the
milk and bits, shoveling them into her mouth, chewing happily. "You've
never had Fruit Loops?" she asked, before licking the thin line of milk
from her upper lip.
     
    "Nay little one, but I have been
learning about earth food." Following her lead, he picked up the spoon and
scooped the floating bits into his mouth. The sweet fruity taste surprised him.
     
    "Good, hey?" Blossom
grinned.
     
    "Aye, little lady." Melor
quickly finished off his bowl and requested another.
     
    A
giggling Blossom handed him the box. "Help yourself."
     
    He finished the rest of the contents. "I
hope your mother will not wish for these Fruit Loops."
     
    "Nah, Mom doesn't eat these. Says
they have too much sugar and it would be healthier to eat the box than the
cereal. But she buys them for me anyway."
     
    "I do not see how consuming a box
would be better for your health." He frowned, glancing over the brightly
painted box the breakfast had been housed in.
     
    Blossom giggled again, her face alight
with amusement.
     
    He
found he very much enjoyed making Blossom smile. Melor, being the polite guest,
took his bowl to the sink and rinsed it out then placed it on the draining
board.
     
    "Where are you from?"
Blossom asked between mouthfuls of cereal.
     
    "A land called Kell. It is far,
far away from here."
     
    "So how did you end up in the
middle of the forest road? Mom said you must be some hiker up from some big
city."
     
    "I was heading home, but instead
it seems I was transported here."
     
    Blossom finished her breakfast then
picked up the bowl and drank the remaining milk.
     
    His mind
was a mass of questions, but he knew he must be careful when dealing with
humans, even pretty little ones. "Tell me little Blossom, where is your
father?"

Chapter
Three
     
     
    "The problem is he could be
anywhere." Tuthal, sorcerer of Kell, had been fetched when Melor had not
arrived