“What are your people? Both of you?” Astrid asked innocently.
“I’m a Potamides, water naiad,” Velda replied. “And Alton is of the forest.”
Astrid turned her head, tilting one ear closer to her companions. “Of the forest?”
“I’m a Wood Sprite.”
“Really?” Astrid leaned forward, gazing at him intently. “I thought Wood Sprites were tiny, wee little girls who flit through the trees and scare easily.”
Alton frowned, his dark brows forming an angry V above his green eyes. “You’ve been reading the wrong books, little one. We’re no more tiny, wee girls than we are big, smelly horses.” He glared at Revanth with that remark. “I’m man sized, with a man’s same form. My skin’s not made of wood and I don’t have sap in my veins. I bleed like you.”
“Though his blood is green,” Velda remarked with a sly grin. “And he hasn’t a hair on…
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