37 The Fluffy People Of Wind Valley (1/2)

After gallivanting...erm... studying the current estate of Tal-El city, Chalice's group of five went to take a sumptious lunch in one of the popular restaurants there. She has completely forgotten the earlier incident and the others thought it was not much of an affair. However, Luke did take note of the man's face and attire. It seems like Chalice encountered an Ogen citizen.

”Hey Luke, when are we going to arrive at Zeru Mountains? I miss Aslan.”

Chalice whined to Luke as they started of on their journey again. It has been many days since she last saw her big kitty. Chalice wanted to ride on him again. Aslan's back was a lot more comfortable than being juggled around the carriage. She also rode on Onyx but the saddle they had bought wasn't compatible to a Thunder horse's form. Also the wind was too strong and Luke forbade her to ride for long, complaining that her hair would be difficult to comb again.

”We'll get there after three days more or less. As long as no incidents occur, my lady, you'll be able to see Aslan soon enough.”

Chalice removed her gaze from the carriage window's changing scenery. She pouted at Luke and gazed at him with a brow raised.

”I somehow sense a slight jab from that statement of yours, my dearest.”

Luke cleared his throat and turned his back on her. Chalice chuckled and put her face closer to his without him noticing.

”You sensed wrong, my lady. I'm merely stating a fact. Besides, you cannot de--”

His words were cut off when he realized how absurdly close her face was when he turned to face her again. Luke gulped nervously. He could feel her breath blowing in the tip of his nose. A subtle lilac fragrance drifted off from her intoxicating him.

”Really, my dear Luke? Hmm. Are you sure you're not insinuating that I frequently get into incidents that delay our trip?”

Luke felt as if he was in the midst of a heavenly tribulation. His nails dug deep into his palms drawing blood. It took all of his willpower to pull himself away and put a distance between them. God knows just how much he wanted to do the opposite. His heart ached at the need to take her into his embrace and keep her there.

'You're merely her servant, Luke. You are not worthy of her.'

He chanted that thought in his head so he could keep himself from doing something he might regret later.

”It is not my fault if you take it that way, my lady.”

He said dismissively as waved his hand. This woman who was too gutsy for her own good. She didn't even realize how much she's courting danger a while ago.

'Honestly, she will be the death of me.'