Seeing Natiaveda in such an unusually gentle mood, Leif wondered if she might be more willing to talk than usual. She glanced at the little cloth pouch on the bank, a flicker of anticipation rising in her heart.
“Can you tell me now—”
Before Leif could finish, Natiaveda rose straight out of the water, splashing fine droplets all over Leif’s face and body. The droplets even seemed to carry the scent of lemongrass. Two slender legs, pale and smooth as young lotus roots, appeared before her eyes, and above them…
Leif hurriedly shut her eyes and...
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