Wynter and the Stone Dragon (RINGS OF POWER #1) by S.E. Smith EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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“Wynter! Where are you, love?”
Four-year-old Wynter giggled and scooted under the long table in her
father’s lab. She loved to play hide-and-seek with her mother. Arastan,
sitting at his desk along the wall, chuckled and shook his head in
amusement.
“Shh!” Wynter pleaded, her eyes widening at the telltale sound of her
mother’s boots on the stone floor.
“Arastan, have you seen your mischievous little Movian bear cub? It is time
for her bath, and she seems to have escaped again.”
Wynter covered her mouth with both of her hands to smother her fit of
giggles. She pulled her legs up, trying to make herself smaller. Through the
legs of her father’s favorite stool, she saw the hem of her mother’s silver
tunic.
“No, love, I haven’t seen any Movian bear cubs in here,” her father replied.
“Well, if you do, will you please let her know that I have a new story for her
tonight?” her mother said with an exaggerated sigh.
“Give her ten more minutes. I’m sure she will magically appear,” her father
promised. He wrapped an arm around his wife, she leaned down just as he
tilted his head back, and they kissed.
Wynter wiggled her nose and giggled some more. They did that a lot. They
liked to kiss her and her siblings, too. As she looked down, she noticed one
of her father’s special gold rings on the floor. With glee, she put it in her
pocket. She waited for her mother’s footsteps to fade away, but a moment
later, her mother crouched down and peered at her.
“Found you!” her mother proclaimed.
Wynter squealed and scrambled out from under the table. She ran to her
father, throwing herself into his arms. Her mother’s delighted laughter filled
the room. Arastan rose from his chair and lifted her into the air.
“Fear not, my little Movian bear cub, I will save you from the evil bath
witch!” her father declared.
With a flick of his wrist, a wooden sword appeared in his free hand.
Wynter’s mother put her hands on her hips and shook her head. Wynter
buried her face against her dad’s neck and vigorously nodded.
“You are not helping, Arastan,” Lyia teased. “Come, love, you really need a
bath. You’ve got twigs and bits of dried flowers stuck in your hair.”
“No, stay. Pretty circles,” Wynter pleaded, tears filling her eyes.
“I’ll bathe her tonight,” Arastan promised.
Lyia sighed, stepped closer, and kissed them both. “Don’t be late for dinner
again.”
“We won’t, will we, poppet?” her father said
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