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Looks like I’ll be posting from Book Five of the Academy of the Accord for a while. It’s a fantasy series that I have been (and will be) working on for forever.
A bit of background on the characters in this snippet for those new to the series.
Kordelm and Wellhym are warriors, captains at the Academy, and lovers.
Draethlen is 10 years old, and is a new cadet at the academy. Marsden (the commander of the garrison at the academy) rescued him from an orphanage where he was sexually abused by the headmaster.
Skipping a few lines from last week. Wellhym and Draethlen are already in a bathing pool when Kordelm joins them.
Kordelm leaned back,closing his eyes with a deep sigh of contentment.“I think I could live in here.”
“Feel free,” Wellhym said, “but don’t expect me to bring you your lunch.”
Kordelm idly splashed water into his face, and a moment later Draethlen was scrambling backward out of the pool to avoid being swamped as the two wrestled, apparently trying to drown one another.
The match was over as quickly as it had started, and both men were laughing as they turned to Draethlen. “It’s safe again,” Wellhym assured him and he eased back into the water.
“You have to watch Wellhym, though,” Kordelm said. “Ordinarily he’s quiet and steady, but every once in a while he gets this insane urge to drown someone.”
“Look who’s talking,” Wellhym said with a snort, leaning back and spreading his arms along the edge of the pool. “I seem to recall you starting it.”
“All I did was this,” Kordelm protested splashing water at him again, grinning.
“See what I have to put up with?” Wellhym said to Draethlen.
Kordelm’s head was resting on Wellhym’s outstretched arm. “You make a nice pillow,” he commented.
Wellhym half turned, and brought his other hand around and pushed Kordelm under the water, then scrambled out of the pool laughing as Kordelm surfaced.
“Time for lunch,” Wellhym grinned, toweling off as he padded back to the dressing room.
Kordelm watched him go then turned to Draethlen. “When you make friends, and find a best friend, try to have more sense than I did and pick someone closer to your own size. You’ll be harder to drown.”
(For the record, Draethlen didn’t listen. His best friend is at least a head taller and about twice his bulk. LOL)
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