Chapter 273: Dance in the Mountains
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Evanna’s smile was brighter than any star tonight. Her emerald green eyes were alight, sparkling as the fresh air of the mountains caressed her skin, blowing strands of her hair away from her face. The navy gown blended with the night sky as they rose higher from the palace, lifting away as though Arawn had wings. The mountains rose to meet them, higher and higher.
Evanna’s gaze flicked to Arawn’s, then down to their feet. They were... They were now walking along the air. Below them, the enchanting palace glittered along the mountainside, and the valley and river looked tiny. But Arawn started leading them lower. Each step descended as they walked away.
His hair was once more an art of perfection, much like his face, not a strand out of place. His eyes glowed, revealing the elven gift he was using. It seemed effortless coming from him. After using her own powers and being taught by Arawn, she knew how much power and control he wielded.
They lowered until the moon and mountains were once again much higher. Evanna’s neck arched back as she gazed up at everything, then looked to their feet as the rushing of water sprinkled drops along the tops of her feet. With one hand held out, Arawn’s eyes glowed more intensely. Slowly, the top of the water froze, allowing their feet to land gently on the surface.
Arawn rose her knuckles to his lips and kissed gently before lowering himself to her feet. Evanna’s hands went to his back for stability after he lifted one foot off the ground. "Hold on to me, flower," he said, his other hand gently caressing her ankle.
Such a touch tickled her and awakened a sensitive desire to flourish across her body, making her shiver. Evanna held on tight as her heel felt slippery. Her other foot was then lifted. She tried to look past his shoulders, his white hair, but she couldn’t see what the prince was doing.
Until he slowly rose, a smile on his lips as he held her hands for more stability. Evanna’s eyes widened when she glanced at her heels and the chock of sharp ice beneath them. "Wh-what is this?" She asked, both intrigued and a little scared.
Arawn chuckled, unable to hold back from seeing the look on Evanna’s face. "You take on the faceless, the Flori, a drag... Lyvarians, but this is what scares you?"