In The Windswept Valley

~Chapter 89~

Mae was never one to enjoy the art of napping. She had always found it to be tedious, unless she wasn't well, which she hadn't been for the previous four years. However, she was quite capable of enjoying the serenity of lazing in the sun, while others perfected the tedious craft; at least until she felt enough time had been spent doing nothing.

Feeling that about a half hour had passed, Mae stood and stretched, before rolling up Baas' blanket, and laying his cloths on a nearby rock; although she expected him to forgo dressing in lieu of sun-drying on Varmutt's back as they continued up the trail.

"Oh, Baasdefen," she whispered seductively in his ear, having knelt down beside him at the pools edge. "Var's runoff with all your cloths. You'd best wake up to call him back."

"Lies," he muttered as she dipped the tips of her fingers into the water.