I woke up with the giant wolf still curled around me. I’ll admit, I never slept better in my life. I started to move around and noticed that Merla was sleeping tucked tightly under the wing of Soe-Ar, the giant eagle.
At first I didn’t see Sirlriend, but I noticed a strange blob. The amorphous glob shifted and then flew off in many directions leaving the little king in the middle. I realized that he had slept at the center of a pile of pixies.
Sirlriend stood up, stretched and yawned. He saw me and stopped mid-stretch. “What?”
“I was just thinking,” I said.
“It is. I know Merla is so much sharper than I am, so I typically leave the heavy thinking to her. Thinking of Merla, did you notice that her sword, Froast, attracted, of all animals, an eagle?”
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