Chapter 42

Morgana smiled in turn. We were quiet after that. I dozed under Iris's gentle head pats. Umbra chatted with Tara outside, their muffled voice barely audible. Morgana bit her lip and seemed lost in her thoughts. Tulisa served the bowls of soup and after the tasty meal, if not near as good as Iris' it filled my belly. 

Perhaps Iris could cook and Tulisa give me head pats next time? That would be even better than this already perfect moment. 

I existed in that daydream. An appreciation for the current moment and a hopeful dream of an even better future. I felt happy. 

It was out of boredom as much as anything that started creating bending the metal for the warriors. I made weapons and armour stronger than any they had known before. I did not make them equal to Morgana's or even Galen's. They were better than any other, but Morgana's armour would hold under their strikes.