Chapter 8: What's Your Name?

Detrick sat on the bank of the stream with his legs crossed underneath him. The woman lay with her head in his lap, looking up at his face. Her beautiful blonde hair fell all about his legs.

He had spent a great deal of his life sitting on the ground, hunched over while sharpening blades, examining maps, or any number of other things.

But he had never examined anything like this woman before. He hunched over her face now, examining her features. He figured she had to be a nymph, or an elf, or something magical. But whatever she was, she had fully captured his heart. And he was glad for it.

He soaked in every detail. Her eyes continued to cascade like green waterfalls of sparkling light. Blonde, almost silvery, eyebrows complemented those eyes. Her nose gave her an almost exotic look, and her lips were soft and pink.