“Isla?”
“We’ll tell you tomorrow,” she grinned, both of them giggling tiredly as she kissed me again, the one behind doing the same to my neck. I am an Ent! I was no Entwife, that I knew, whatever he said! Friend and protector of these trees, whose bodies you so casually and cruelly burn! They smiled silently down at me, licking and biting their lips, before looking back at each other again; one questioningly, the other with a shy nod of agreement. “Oh!” She’d surprised me yet again. Just the heat of that look was enough to answer my question, and then some! “Plus, you figured we might want to ‘control the narrative’, and you didn’t want to stick your foot in it?” Isla teased. Preposterous! I didn’t mean to bring up sad memories.”
“It’s okay, isn’t it Elly,” Isla had rescued me once again, taking my hand in hers and giving me a squeeze. You arranged for yours to do it on purpose!” Luna accused. I huddled under the overhang of rock, wet, naked, and shivering, my clothes
