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13 • LARICE
LARICE WHITEWIND SHOULD NOT WASTE HER TIME for this weird guy approaching her. She needed to head on her way now or else the dragon hunters from Shavath might arrive to catch her. But here she was.
His forest-green eyes and blond hair shone even brighter as he stepped out into the sunlight. “I am Estevan de Alion.” He offered his hand to her with a warm smile. Although Larice was tall, he still stood a little higher than her.
Larice did nothing but glare at his hand, then back to his face. “You’re foreign. Where’d you come from?” she said.
“My lady, I’m from Celestia, the highlands of knowledge and wisdom,” Estevan replied while fixing his hair, blown by the sea breeze.
“Celestia?” She stormed her brows as she tried to recall where she had heard the name before.
“Yes … In fact, I’ve come a long way to get here. My country lies from the northe
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A Symphony of Frost and Flame 15 • LARICE
HAVING A COMPANY TO HER QUEST WAS WAY OUT OF HER PLAN. It irritated her. The peaceful silence of Shajara Forest had always soothed her ears before—but now was completely different. This stupid guy kept on firing nonsense questions ever since, and once answered, he would add more, and then more. Not to mention of him doing nothing but slow her down because of that bulky knapsack of his. What in the world did that bag contain? A human corpse? Though Larice gave very few answers to every question, Estevan didn’t stop. “What do you think are dragons like—based on your encounters so far? Now don’t tell me they can transform because I already know all about their shifting abilities … I’m only asking about the way they act. Do you think they can speak to humans? Or only to their fellow kinds?” he asked. “Doesn’t matter what I think.” Larice had been trying to avoid the questions, knowing the fact that she had never seen a dragon in her whole life. “Ca
A Symphony of Frost and Flame 16-1 • RAEHERYS
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A Symphony of Frost and Flame 16-2 • RAEHERYS
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A Symphony of Frost and Flame 17 • LARICE
HER WHOLE LIFE, Larice always feared the curse inside her. Every time she panicked, her heart rate increased, causing her blood flow to surge, forcing the curse to outburst. She couldn’t control it. However, at the very least, she had a hint of how it worked now. “I still don’t get it. How in the world can you think my blood is an Empyreal Weapon?” Larice said as they traveled through the depths of the pine forest, going north. They’d taken a quick stop in the Rath Village earlier to have their late noon meal before they went on. “Look, I’m not a hundred percent sure if it is, okay?” Estevan adjusted his glasses, looking down at his notes. “I’m just saying—it’s the closest one we can connect to in speaking about magic. You see, a whole lot of these weapons exist in this world too—shoes, necklaces, rings, horns … even wings—“ “You’re kidding,” Larice turned to him with a look of disbelief, “Wings?” Estevan grinned on
A Symphony of Frost and Flame 18 • RAEHERYS
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A Symphony of Frost and Flame 19 • LARICE
STUPID … SHE WAS SO STUPID. Larice couldn’t believe she just wasted her time with these beasts … these … stupid liars—especially that Raeherys. She had thought she would find a clue from him about the truth she was seeking, so she had agreed to talk in here. But it all turned out—he only gave her lies. A war? A whole thunder of dragons flying here? Did he think he could fool her by making such excuses? Did he think he could stop her from going to their isles? Not a damn chance. No one could stop her from getting what she wanted—because from what she had learned after leaving Shavath, no one could control her life but her. Larice strode towards the table where Estevan and the other beast had been seated. They appeared to be discussing a serious topic, and she hated to break it. “Settle the payments. We will go now,” she told him, her tone hinting no patience. “Huh?” Estevan lifted his head, eyebrows questioning her as if he didn’t seem t
A Symphony of Frost and Flame 20 • RAEHERYS
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