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“This is the Mimosa Land,” declared the Beech woman. We had never learned her name, though Dorian had certainly tried to woo it out of her with his shameless flirtation. “And here we depart. If the road maintains the pattern it has recently, you won't cross the blight anymore.”
“Thank you,” said Dorian, sweeping her a bow. “Your kindness will not be forgotten. Nor will your beauty. My dreams will be haunted by your starry eyes and glossy hair.”
She merely grunted at that, but as the riders turned around, I caught sight of her smoothing back her hair in some weak attempt at styling. “That was ridiculous,” I told Dorian, once she'd left. “She's not the kind of person to fall for your flirting.”
“On the contrary,” said Dorian. “She's exactly the kind of person to fall for it. I understand these warrior maids, you know. They live such harsh, cold lives, always trying to keep up with the men ... when really, they just need someone to make them feel like a woman. And that, of course, is an area in which I excel. Why, if I'd had ten minutes alone with her—”
I groaned but couldn't help laughing too. “Just stop,” I said. “I don't want to hear it.” Dorian grinned back at me, supremely pleased with himself.
“We need to make camp,” said Kiyo harshly, not looking amused at all. In fact, he looked downright disapproving. “And post watches, if what she said was true about this being a hostile land.”
The levity vanished, and we were back to business again. The blight itself was more than enough proof that Varia and her allies weren't people we wanted to underestimate. We doubled our usual night watch, and even those of us who weren't on duty had trouble sleeping. The tropical setting was full of night noises, and I tossed and turned over each one of them, certain every insect or rustle of leaves was a combatant sent by Varia.
And yet, morning came uneventfully. I didn't know if our presence had gone undetected or if the Mimosa residents really weren't as dangerous as the Beech captain had claimed. Since this land didn't seem to border any of the blighted ones, maybe there wasn't such a need to protect against refugees. Regardless, we deemed ourselves reasonably safe enough to finally take our full break and get in some serious bathing in a nearby lagoon. We took the baths in gender shifts—something most of the gentry found silly—while the other half of the group gathered food. The Mimosa Land didn't have fruit immediately growing on the road, but in this climate, one didn't have to search far for sustenance.
Once I was stripped and in the water, I was able to get the first good look at my body that I'd had in a while. All of my residual pregnancy weight was gone. Unfortunately, this was largely because of the stringent diet I'd been on these last couple weeks. I wasn't showing quite as many ribs as the others, but it was clear gym time would have been a much healthier way to get my figure back than near-starvation. Still, provided we survived this adventure, I could hope for nutrition soon and some return to my former state. The scar from my C-section was still obvious, but that would be the case for the rest of my life. For now, it was enough to have a moment's peace and the luxury of submerging myself in water.
“Eugenie.”
There was an odd note to Jasmine's voice as I emerged from underwater and tossed my soaking hair back. Blinking, I glanced over at her and saw that she and Keeli were focused on something off on the shore. I followed their gazes and saw nothing at first. Then, a slight movement revealed a lithe, female figure. I hadn't noticed her because she literally blended into her surroundings.
Ostensibly, she had the same features as any pretty gentry or human woman. It was her coloring that was remarkable. Her hair and eyes were a vivid emerald green, her skin tanned to a shade of nut brown. Her only garment was a short dress made of leaves and flowers. She watched us nervously, like a doe ready to flee.
“Dryad,” said Keeli matter-of-factly. “Usually harmless.”
Dryads were rare in the human world, though sometimes they made it over. I'd never encountered one myself but knew “usually harmless” was an accurate statement. Dryads were tree nymphs who preferred to be left alone in their woods. When threatened, they could get aggressive. Otherwise, they tended to be shy and were often in more danger from passing men who were attracted by that Otherworldly beauty. Dryads allegedly didn't welcome those advances and could be quite hostile to the opposite sex.
“I wonder if she could give us information about this place,” Jasmine remarked. I raised an eyebrow. It was a good idea and a surprising one from Jasmine, who tended to run to extremes.
“She probably won't know much. It's unlikely she'd have any loyalty to Varia,” added Keeli. “Dryads usually stay out of our affairs.”
We were using “usually” a lot here, but it was worth a try. I attempted what I hoped was a friendly smile at the dryad as I took a few steps toward the shore. “Hi there,” I said. “We aren't going to hurt you. We're just passing through.”
Jasmine decided to help as well. “Nice, um, trees you've got around here.”
The dryad regarded us thoughtfully with her long-lashed eyes. “You're human,” she said in a voice that put one in mind of babbling brooks. She tilted her head. “Somewhat.”
I gestured to Jasmine and me. “Half human.”
“I've never met any human at all,” said the dryad.
“We're harmless. I promise. What's your name? I'm Eugenie. This is Jasmine and Keeli.”
Again, the dryad considered her words. “Astakana.” It was a big name for someone so delicate, but at the same time, it suited her.
“Leave her be,” murmured Keeli. “She'll come to us on her own. Or won't.”
So, with a few more friendly smiles, we returned to our swim and ignored Astakana. Travel in the Otherworld had prepared me to carry a few essential toiletries, and once I was sufficiently scrubbed clean, I sat on a rock and began untangling my hair with a plastic comb. I felt rather mer-maidlike. Also, considering I was sitting here naked with three other women around, I also kind of felt like something from a
Penthouse
letter.
“You have lovely hair.”
I'd been so intent on playing casual that I had almost forgotten the dryad's presence. Glancing up, I was surprised to see she'd come closer to me. I hadn't noticed her moving. Keeli hadn't either, and even if she thought Astakana was “usually harmless,” the guardswoman still swam over to stay near me. Jasmine soon followed.
“Uh, thanks,” I said. “So do you.”
“Can I braid it?” asked Astakana.
I glanced around at the others. They shrugged. Braiding? That was unexpected. I guessed we were now moving into slumber-party territory. Still, the dryad looked so hopeful that I held out the comb. “Knock yourself out.”
She shook her head and sat behind me. “I can't touch that. And I don't need it anyway.”
Sure enough. Her deft fingers began sorting and arranging my hair, working out any residual tangles with touch alone. Jasmine and Keeli moved in closer, enthralled.
“That's cool,” said Jasmine, cocking her head to get a better view. “Can you do mine next?”
“Of course,” said the dryad sweetly.
Astakana didn't massage me or anything like that, but her workmanship had the same soothing quality as she began braiding small sections of my hair. I sighed contentedly, feeling more relaxed than I had in months, and it was only halfway through that I remembered I was supposed to be getting information out of her.
“Have you lived in the Mimosa Land for long?” I asked.
“All of my life,” she said.
“Seems like a nice place.”
“It is,” she assured me.
“Much better than other places,” I added. “Lots of other lands are having a terrible winter right now.”
“I've never seen any other lands,” she said simply. “I've never left this glade.”
I stifled a yawn, feeling mildly disappointed. If she'd never been outside this parcel of land, it seemed unlikely she'd know much about the world around her.
“Do you know anything about Varia?” I asked.
“Varia.” Astakana said the name with a slightly puzzled tone. “She rules the shining ones of a neighboring kingdom.”
“And this kingdom, from what I hear.”
“Perhaps that is what the shining ones say. My people keep free of their affairs.”
I looked over at Keeli and Jasmine to see if they had anything to add that might provide more information. So far, Astakana didn't seem to have much to offer. But my two companions looked as though they weren't even listening. They were too fixated by Astakana's braiding skills and bore a dreamy, languid look. When the dryad finally finished with me, I discovered I had long since dried from the bath. She moved on to Jasmine while I sought clean clothes. After so much time bundled up, it was nice to just put on jeans and a T-shirt. When I returned to the others, I watched Astakana's clever hands work and found myself just as fascinated as the others.
Jasmine's hair was longer than mine, so it took Astakana a while to arrange it. When Keeli's turn came, the dryad still took great pains with her hair, even though it was only chin-length. I sighed happily, watching the strands of hair go in and out, up and down. It was hypnotic. My eyelids felt heavy, and the afternoon heat and humidity were making me sleepy.
Afternoon?
I blinked myself awake and squinted up at the blue, blue sky. The sun was at its peak, and for a moment, I thought I was imagining things. We'd come here early this morning, and even with a “leisurely bath,” we'd only intended to spend about an hour.
“How ... how long have we been here?” I asked. A seed of panic was rising in me over the fact that I even had to ask a question like that. I honestly wasn't sure.
“Dunno,” said Jasmine, not taking her eyes off of Astakana's hands in Keeli's hair.
I stood up and began pacing, trying to get my thoughts in order. “Why haven't any of the guys come looking for us?”
“They probably didn't want to bother us,” said Keeli. “They know how you feel about male and female nudity.”
“But after, what, four hours? I think they would've risked it.” The more I walked around, the more I returned to myself. Keeli and Jasmine seemed lost in their own worlds, though. “You guys? What's the matter with you?”
Astakana glanced up from her work and gave me a pretty frown. “Why are you so agitated? Come back and join us. Once I finish her, I'll find some flowers to put in your hair.”
“We don't have time for that!” I exclaimed. “We don't have time for this. You guys ... we need to go.”
Neither of my companions moved. I hurried back over and jerked Jasmine to her feet, dragging her away from the dryad. “Hey!” exclaimed Jasmine, with the first spark of energy I'd seen all day. “Why'd you do that?”
“You need to snap out of this. We need to get back to the camp. We've been here half the day!”
At first, Jasmine looked disbelieving. Then, glancing up, she deduced what I had about the time. She frowned, and I could see clarity returning to her eyes. “What the hell?”
I tossed Jasmine her satchel. “Keeli,” I called. “Keeli, we need to go.”
Keeli didn't respond, and I strode toward the dryad, grabbing my silver athame along the way. “What have you done to her? What have you done to us?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” replied Astakana with another sweet smile. She finished the last of Keeli's braids and stood up. “Nothing but spend a pleasant morning with you. It's what we do. We bring peace and joy and leave happy memories—at least for women. With men, we leave nothing at all.”
The men.
“What's happened to them?” I suddenly felt cold all over. “Why were you distracting us? Never mind. Just get the hell away from her.”
I advanced with the athame, but Astakana moved with all the speed of the doe I'd likened her to earlier. She sprinted away, laughing merrily.
“We've done you a favor,” she called. “You don't need those men. Men cause war. Now you can pass through our land serenely and maintain Varia's great peace.”
Before I could attempt to figure out what that meant, Astakana bounded off into the woods and melted away. It was unclear if she simply slipped into the trees or became one, but I had no more time to care. She was gone, and I turned back to my friends. Jasmine was dressed, and Keeli was staggering to her feet.
“We have to get back,” I told them. Assuming they'd follow, I set off at a hard run back to where we'd left the guys.
If our experience had resembled a slumber party, the men's was about two steps away from an orgy. I found the five of them exactly where I'd left them—only, they weren't alone. Half a dozen dryads were there, performing the same kind of spa treatment Astakana had been giving us. Kiyo sat shirtless while a dryad rubbed some kind of flower oil into his back. Another dryad twined flowers into Danil's hair. Still another held Dorian's head on her lap and crooned to him as one of her cohorts rubbed his feet. All the men had the same dreamy, glazed-eyed looks we'd had at the lagoon.

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