The cloud rolled by, and the moonlight gave a better illumination.
Morielle let go of the arrow but was able to change its direction just in time when she did.
“What in the gods’ names did you do that for?” Xork roared when the arrow zinged past his head.
“Oh, I didn’t know it was you!” she explained and slung the bow across her shoulder. She turned to finish cleaning up her face while her rukkoma stared, still perched on his beast.
“The Naim King wants to reward you, so no more punishments,” he informed her while she lowered the pail to get more water.
Morielle’s hands stopped mid-air, water dripping back to well as the pail hung. She slowly turned her face to look at Xork.
“That’s it?”
“Of course not,” he said, snorting. “You’re to be promoted to veddelo position once we’re back
