Peaches yelped at the sting scolding the nap between her shoulder blades. It scolded her worse than any elder at her human jokes, or the whippings from her daring to ask the wrong question to her teachers, or or or — wait. That all-too-familiar stink of cherries. A musk so despicable, yet so much like an elf girl’s … but not. Underneath the strong smell of the roasted apple. Under the scolding hot stink of the cold iron nearby. And that hint of vanilla stink. It couldn’t be … her archrival the Ruby Reaper. She must of revived already. That...

Roo couldn’t help but gulp again. Peaches and her peaches and cream scent was so seducing, but the way she changed since they last met … The half-timber houses echoed the murmurs of the crowd. The mud, if they wrestled in it, she’d no doubt really try to strangle him dead, and no one would jump in this time. Then again, this was his job. His duty to stop her madness. The madness of the fallen light. Peaches even huffed haughtier than warlord witch. “Now my light powers are fell?” she said, “Am I really …” With a tsk she...

Peaches couldn’t help but huff at Roo and his stupid … his stupid, how much it hurt, his stupid stupid stupid! Good thing she had alicorn dagger stilettos. His dragon scale was no match for those babies. Her seduce and steal ability was still going strong, and wow, she felt stronger than a furious grizzly. The legendary Vorshaya bursts of power, speed, and senses, not merely legendary, after all. He was no average exorcist knight. Defeating Roo here and now would earn her more than just a few tickles of the ear. But her surroundings, the stick in her hand,...

Roo didn’t miss how the thunder in the distance didn’t cover the sudden murmurs of the people nearby. Even from the gates. They must of seen her donkey elf ears. Curse his luck. His duty … why’d she reveal herself like that? Her flick ruined how her hair covered them too. And honestly, he shouldn’t expect everyone to savor how her lips were the same sweet strawberry as the sky. Even the hawker behind the apple cart gagged and shuffled back, the penny for his last precious apple clearly not worth the risk of confronting an enemy elf girl over,...

Peaches felt lighter than a squirrel racing through the trees. The hot breeze warming her up for her first … you know. The thunder of darkspawn was like the thunder of success. Shaking her insides like the day the sproutling of an Oak of Ages was cut down. Her whole body shivered unmoving, yet tighter than any rope haling up another boulder for a catapult. Now that they were so close, she could even smell, underneath that drunkenly wonderful sweet apple smell, Roo’s pig that wasn’t a pig scent that even orcs joked crudely about, not that Peaches savored anything...