Morrigan and Bray walked the woods around the kingdom, encountering nothing but the occasional wild animal and a few bugs she couldn’t possibly name. Bray was Flance’s mate and both of them were fairies with impressive wings. The fairy was one Morrigan instantly liked. Bray was a tough woman with a sharp sword. Her wings were brown and orange but looked bigger on her smaller frame. Morrigan admired the fairy’s shoulder length red-and-orange hair. At least the female fairies wore more than loincloths. Bray wore two strange dull armor pieces, one over her breasts and the other around her waist that reached mid-thigh. Her bare stomach was muscular and tanned. She must have noticed Morrigan checking her out because she turned quickly and spoke. “Does my appearance offend you?” She had a look of defense and concern all at once. “Nope, just glad you’re not wearing those loincloth things.” Bray grinned. “But the men do look good in them.” Morrigan chuckled. Speaking of good-looking men, the dark fairy was with them, but the moment they began patrol, he took to the sky.
