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We broke apart and my whole face lit up like a Christmas tree. I looked in the direction of the speaker and saw the familiar short figure of Sybil, the aware-hare. Her three ears were at attention and there was a sly smile on her face.
Her arms were folded over her chest and one long rabbit foot tapped the ground. “What are you doing here, Dragonhexen? Besides tempting foolish young women into your arms, that is.”
Asher smiled and crossed one arm over himself before he bowed at the waist to our old companion. “You have your impeccably bad timing, Sybil.”
“I timed it perfectly, but you haven’t answered my question,” Sybil reminded him.
“Merely enjoying the sights of this wonderful and sacred mountain,” Asher replied as he studied our short friend. “Have you come to pay your res
