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Nimeda’s touch melted the frost clinging to his Icelandic bones. He sank into her spindly arms, but while the passion he knew with Sierra sparked fire, Nimeda’s soothed the inferno, simmering and stoking the wild flame into something contained. When his lips parted hers, he cupped her cheeks in his hands and smiled, peering into her water-slicked face flushed with desire. With that, he clasped her hand and pulled her gently to the shore.
On dry land, he remained a soggy mess. The beard so carefully groomed otherwise, was stuck to his throat. Though clothed only below the waist, which otherwise bulged with eagerness, he shivered no more than a wolf slightly perturbed by a muss of fur.
It was toward the lake his golden gaze pondered. The creature that they saw was not of this world, but he found her mesmerizing.
“She is Vatnavættir^. I’ve never seen one in all my years, though I have had encounter with álfar*. That means you found Álagablettur**. A place of power and importance. I will help her.”
The only problem was he had no idea where they were in order to find the Álagablettur in their Other World.
^A water spirit that guards a specific watery domain or something important within.
*True name of Huldufólk, the Hidden People/Grey Lady, also called elves.
**Reference to specific places of power or enchanted spots. Typically this is a concentrated area that connects the real world with the hidden world of the Huldufolk.