Tiefling Girlfriend Ainsel (special preview)

“That’s absurd,” you scoff.  “Rumors like that are disgusting.”

The other two milkmaids glance at you then walk away without a further word on the matter. When you look back up you see the tiefling woman is staring at you, the raven now perched on her shoulder.

You gasp and dart away, afraid you’ve been caught staring.

That evening after supper, you’re lingering behind everyone else. You’re not ready to go home and go to bed, even if you are exhausted. As you’re walking in the lamplight, you see someone ahead. They’re squatting below a tree and are digging in the earth.

“Oh uhm,” you fumble with your words as you approach. “Are you ok?”

The tiefling woman looks up at you and you gasp, taking a step backwards. She sighs and turns back to her work. She places something in the ground and covers it with fresh dirt. She wipes her hand on her skirt then stands up.

“Don’t mess with it,” she says with a stern and somber voice.  “Do you understand?”

You really don’t, but you nod as if you do.

The tiefling woman sighs and nods her head. “Good. It isn’t ready yet.” She walks by you and you smell the fresh earth on her as well as something sweet.

She stops shortly and turns back around. “Oh, I remember you,” she says then continues walking again.

You gulp down a breath, feeling nervous and excited all at the same time. You glance behind you, watching as she goes back to the inn. You then smile, feeling oddly giddy that she said she remembered you.

You go back to the house, surprised to find you fall asleep easier than most evenings.

The next day, you wake up early, watching as the gray light of the morning filters through the moth eaten curtains. You get up, stepping away from the bed and look outside. There’s a rain happening. It’s light and drizzly, but enough that would delay the day.