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Dragonlance Preludes 2 Vol 2 - Flint The King
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. "Not you," he whispered hoarsely. "Not yet." Flint
clasped her to him, and tucked her face into his throat be-
neath his beard.
He smelled of salty perspiration and soap, an honest,
good scent. Flint's scent. She nuzzled him for the first time
since they had left Mudhole.
"Don't tease me, you heartless wench!" he growled, gath-
ering her up tightly. He pulled back abruptly, taking her face
in his thick, callused hands. "I've grown quite fond of you,"
he grumbled. "For Reorx's sake be careful!"
Perian tilted her head back slightly and gave him a linger-
ing, bittersweet kiss that was salty with tears. "I'll be
careful - but only if you promise that you will, too." He
nodded somberly, and she kissed him on the nose this time,
reluctantly wiggling out of his arms.
Perian gave him a playful pat and a smile. "Mind you re-
member that promise." Then she was gone to her assigned
post.
Flint watched her go, and then got caught up in the frenzy
of activity that swirled across Hillhome. Dusk settled over
the town. Looking to the field, Flint saw one fire, then an-
other, then several more spark to life
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