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[Aaron Dell]

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Aaron wiped the downpour of sweat from his forehead with his arm. He’d spent all day in the hot Luna sun purchasing supplies and odds and ends for the trip back to Trinsic. The orders from home had been pouring in for weeks but he’d not had the chance to complete any of them. No completed orders meant no additional gold coming in. The last of his reserves had begun to run dry. It was time to go back to doing what he knew how to do best. Carpentry.

A brand new set of moulding planes and saws awaited him back at the family farm. He couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of his hands busy once more. That smile only widened as he recalled exactly what he had been doing with those hands the past few nights. Amdiriel A’Dae had been an unexpected addition to his life. He had come to Luna in search of his Sister and found something of his own. She had become his own cool static breeze. A steadying presence in a very twisted past few months.

Speaking of twisted, he needed to let his sister know he was heading home for a week. And maybe he would even tell her he was taking Amdiriel with him. That would send her rocking on her heels he was sure. She might even drop the frying pan. It was certainly not normal for him to take a girl anywhere. Aaron was the first to admit that long term relationships were not his specialty. He’d become to accustomed to casual friends, whom he shared time with every now and then. Amdiriel hadn’t been that thus far, a fact that took him by surprise as well.

Finishing up with the last of the items packed in his knapsack and tied to the horse he headed for the bank. He caught it then, out of the corner of his eye, the perfect gift for Am. The gift first, then the bank

[Amdiriel a'Dae]

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“You gonna make me a batch of the good stuff before you go, Dir?”

Amdiriel startled, nearly spilling her entire mortar into the keg of potion mixture. “CHAD!” She sighed, anger creasing her brow. “Ed' i'ear ar' elenea! Don’t make me kill you.” She stirred the keg twice clockwise, then added a pinch of ground mandrake root. “If you don’t leave me alone, I’m not making you anything before I go.”

“Aw, Dir, don’t be mad.” Chad leaned on the tent post and watched her tend the potion.

“I don’t have long, Chad.” She spoke to him as if he were a meddlesome child. “I have to finish this before Hir Aaron gets back here.” She looked back at Chad’s disappointed face and smirked. “You wanna be Dir’s big strong helper, and go fetch me a pouch of luminescent fungi?”

Chad grinned, his thirty-year-old face suddenly childlike. “I’m not a kid, Dir.” But he skipped steps as he ran to the store room in the bottom of the lookout tower to retrieve the fungi. He returned, dangling the drawstring pouch from his index finger in front of Amdiriel. “You haven’t told Aaron yet have you?”

Amdiriel grimaced, snatching the bag and dropping several tiny, dried mushrooms into her mortar, then grinding them with an air of irritation. “I don’t ask him what KIND of furniture he makes. I don’t ask him who his customers are.”

“Yer scared.” Chad smirked and pointed at Amdiriel. “Yer afraid he’ll up an’ leave if you tell ‘im what sort o’ goods yer dealin’.”

Amdiriel dumped the mortar into the keg and glared at Chad. “I’ll break that finger for you, if you leave it there a moment longer.” He lowered his hand but didn’t retreat from the doorway until she responded. “Fine, just two bottles. That should last you a week, anyway. And if you’ll deliver the rest of this for me, I’ll make them free of charge.”

“Awfully decent of ye, Dir. Just tell me who and where, and I’ll make the run for ye, soon as you two head out o’ camp. Where is Prince Pectorals anyway?” He flexed dramatically.

Amdiriel rolled her eyes. "Aaron is gone to Luna for supplies. He’ll be back here anytime now. Help me get this poured into bottles and crated before he gets back.” She held up a bottle of dark green liquid tinged with a pale bluish green glow. “Not like I can pass this stuff off as love potion.”