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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales I, Vol. Iii - Love And War
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Goldmoon was instantly grateful to Loreman's son for
breaking the silence and saving her.
"No," Riverwind replied gravely. "That is not one of my
skills."
"What? You don't even see a long journey?" Goldmoon
teased, though inwardly she was growing just a little
nervous - the warrior's grip on her wrist was now quite firm.
Riverwind's countenance grew more serious, though his
smile never entirely left his lips. "A journey you shall have,
no doubt. And with my protection it will be a safe one. I
swear."
Without turning her hand over he lifted it to his lips.
Goldmoon's heart started pounding as she felt him sniff at
the scent on her wrist and then, very gently, kiss her palm.
Long after he released it and she lowered it to her side, she
could feel Riverwind's warm breath on her hand.
The Princess Goldmoon spent the remainder of the
afternoon in the privacy of her lodge while the rest of the
tribe began celebrating in earnest - eating, drinking,
dancing, arguing, and brawling. The music filtered into her
quarters, making the priestess wish that she could join them,
like any other young woman. She sat at her loom, but her
shuttle lay unmoving in her lap. Riverwind and Hollow-sky
would be seated with her at the evening feast, and she was
anxious to know what further surprises they had in store for
her
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