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The carriage rounded a bend and emerged from the forest into a big open meadow where I’d had my home constructed.
Kate gasped and pressed her fingers against her lips. “Wait. You haven’t been here long enough to build something like this. Did you buy it?”
“When the realm opened, allowing some of us to cross over, I hired Max and urged him to rush to complete it.”
The flisteers came to a halt, and I wanted to see if she liked it or if she’d reject it—and pretty much me.
She turned bright eyes my way. “It’s so pretty. It looks like a hobbit house.”
Chapter12
Kate
“This place is incredible,” I exclaimed as I got out of the car. I gazed in awe at the rounded structure sheltered by the forest behind. Wildflowers filled the meadow, a carpet of every color imaginable.
The exterior walls had been constructed of a mixture of stone and wood, and they formed a beautiful mosaic, ranging from earthy browns to dark greens. The roof was covered with thatch, giving it an inviting, cozy feel. A stone chimney jutted out of the top, though no smoke coiled from it.
The windows were round and good sized, and a large, carved wooden door invited me to step closer.
“Does a horbet mean it is unappealing?” Tylik asked, concern taking over his features.
“The Hobbits were characters from a movie, Lord of the Rings. They were a peaceful, simple race.”
“Am I copying them?”
“You’re not one, but anyone can build a similar structure. As an elf, I’m confident you can get away with it.”
“Then I’m relieved. I like it. It’s very appealing.”
After we left the carriage, the unicorns took flight, soaring over the forest and out of view.
“Do you call them when you need them?” I asked.
“Don’t humans do this with their internal combustion engines?”
“Not quite.” Teaching him to drive was going to be a lot of fun.
We walked up the path made of cobblestones, me pausing to exclaim about the gorgeous flowerbeds lining the sides.
“Who did all this?” I asked.
“Would you believe I did much of the landscaping myself?”
“It’s gorgeous.”
He dipped his head in thanks.
We reached the front door, and I traced my fingers along the intricate carving. “This too?”
“Yes.”
“You’re an artist, aren’t you?”
He winced. “My sister teases me about my craft.”
“Why?”
“It’s boring.”
