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inhaled and the cool and familiar scent of the pillows was relaxing. They had brought her pillow from her room.
    “Why don’t you have any personal effects?”
    She sighed and turned her head toward his. “Because I don’t need them. I currently am collecting clothing, though. I don’t know what else to do with it.”
    “I apologize about your gown. They are teaching me to weave, so I will make you a replacement.”
    She looked at the hand resting on the covers. Imagining it doing any weaving was very amusing. “Good. I will forgive you when I have that gown.”
    “Incentive to learn quickly. Good night, Lieta.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
    “Good night, Muraz. Stop glowing. I want to get some sleep.”
    He laughed and shut down his glow. She didn’t know who had shown him how to do it, but it was the same glow she was named after.
    She slept surprisingly well.
     
    Lieta had never been in this position before. She opened her eyes and moved slowly, trying to pry herself away from Muraz without waking him.
    “You crawled on top of me at false dawn, but you seemed comfortable, so I didn’t move you.”
    She felt his voice as much as heard it. She couldn’t help it; she was plastered on top of him with her head on his shoulders and the rest of her resting on the rest of him.
    “I apologize. It was not my intent to ruin your sleep.” She casually looked around but the sheets were out of her reach.
    “I will close my eyes if that will help.”
    She looked up at him and he was grinning. He was fully aware of her conundrum. Finally, she sighed and pried her body from his, rolling to the side and landing on the cold bed with a bounce.
    She stood and shivered, cleaning her skin with a wave of power.
    “Will you show me how to do that?” He got to his feet and stretched without a morsel of humility. He should be proud; he was lovely.
    Sighing, she walked around the bed and took his hands. She ran the cleaning cycle from her body to his and his body took it up in reaction. She saw the wave move up his arm, fluff his hair and leave his skin softly shining.
    “Good morning, Muraz.” She pulled her hands away and opened the chest, sending their robes sliding to the bed.
    Her plain gown was there and she slipped it over her head with a relieved sigh. With quick motions, she tied her hair in a knot at the base of her neck.
    He put on an acolyte robe and smiled. “What are we doing today?”
    She smiled at the normality that clothing brought. “I will speak to Sister Esrai about the progress of the harvest and look to bringing in our herd. You will enjoy that. It is a delicate procedure that is rather invigorating.”
    “I look forward to your instruction.”
    “Oh. You won’t. Trust me on that. This is going to get rough. Make sure to eat your breakfast. You will need all the help you can get.” She grinned and walked through the halls with her shadow.
    She was going to put him through his paces and enjoy every moment of it. He was going to be sore tonight.
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
    Wrangling the beasts down from the high mountains was always her duty. Lieta enjoyed it on several levels.
    “So, we fly up to the high mountains and we herd the goats down to the valley floor where we shut them in, separating the females with suckling kids from the others for the winter. The females and kids will be slowly herded across the valley to the abbey dairy for the winter. This keeps them safe, lets the males and the unbred females mingle and gets us some cheese to begin ripening over the winter.”
    “Why leave the other goats where the winter could get at them?” Muraz was concerned and it was nice to see.
    “The goats have thick hides and can weather the winter with ease. The females with kids provide milk for a few months after their little one is weaned, and that is the milk we use. The small ones are safe for their first year and the following winter they will be with their herd, as will their