Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress
by Thomas Yonge
Copyright 2011 Thomas Yonge
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Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress
Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress
The blond-haired woman was watching Brendella from across the common room of the inn.
Brendella sipped ale and did her best to ignore the woman. After several moments, she glanced over that way to see if the woman was still staring. She was.
The woman raised one eyebrow ever so slightly. Brendella took another drink, holding eye contact with the stranger. What did she want? Brendella squinted. Did she know this woman?
A moment later, the woman rose from her seat, and glided across the room towards Brendella's table. She moved with a lithe grace, which turned the heads of the men whom she passed. Tall and thin, dressed in a flowing red dress, she looked fragile to Brendella.
The woman's scent, some sort of flowery perfume, arrived an instant before she did. Then she was there, standing beside Brendella's table, looking down at the warrior.
"Yes?"
The woman smiled; Brendella knew many men who would find the woman exceedingly attractive.
"My name is Nicola," she purred, with the hint of a northern accent.
"I am Brendella, Warrior of the Sands."
"Mm, Brendella. Tell me, Warrior, I'm having an expensive bottle of wine sent to my room here, and I really need someone to help me drink it. I would love it, if it were you. Will you join me?"
"Me?" Brendella snorted. "Expensive wine is wasted on me, I'm afraid. I prefer this," she said, holding up her mug of ale. She took a swig before setting it back down. "Why not ask one of the men here to join you?"
"I could really do with some … quality company, if you know what I mean. Men can be such bores when it comes to conversation. And other things."
"Other things?"
"Please," the woman said, smiling and blinking her eyes. "Just for a spell? A nice quiet room, good wine, and good company? What do you say?"
Brendella sighed. "I'm not much for conversation. I am warrior, not a maid."
The other woman's eyes lit up. Leaning close, she said, "We may have more in common than you think, Brendella of the Sands." Holding out her hand, she mumbled some unintelligible words, and then a flaming orb burst into being, hovering above her palm.
"I am no mere maid, either," she said. "Come, let us talk of adventures and battles. I am no stranger to these things."
Suddenly grinning, Brendella took a final swig of her ale. "Well why didn't you say so?" she asked, standing. "Let's go see about that wine."
Smiling, the woman called Nicola turned and led the way upstairs to her room. Brendella followed the slender woman's swaying hips.
* * * * *
"Another glass?" asked Nicola, holding up the bottle. The wine was very nearly gone.
Brendella shook her head, which was lighter than she was used to, and pleasantly warm.
"No more for me," she told the blond-haired enchantress. "The sweetness of it is too much." In reality, the taste was just fine. The warrior was surprised just how strong the fruity blend was.
"Suit yourself," said Nicola, pouring herself more. She set the bottle down, and lifted her glass. Studying Brendella over the rim of the upheld glass, her lips curled into a smile.
The two women had shared the wine and spoken for some time, regaling one another with tales of their various exploits. The enchantress, it seemed, was quite the wandering adventurer, much like Brendella. The warrior was impressed.
"It's been a pleasure talking with you," Brendella said, at last. It was time to leave, she thought, putting her hands on the table to steady herself. The small chamber was growing very warm. "Perhaps we'll travel together one day. A warrior and an enchantress could have many adventures together."
"Indeed," said the other woman, grinning.
Brendella watched as Nicola pushed back her chair and stood. The enchantress took several steps, stopped in front of the large bed, and then turned back to Brendella.
"Are you sure," she said, pushing her dress over her right shoulder, "you don't want to stay a little longer?"
She bared her left shoulder as well, and then let the red dress slide over her body, and down to the floor. Brendella watched the garment gather at the woman's ankles.
Nicola stepped forward, out of the dress, and stood before the warrior, wearing only a strapless, silk chemise.
"I promise to entertain you," she told Brendella.
"Entertain me?" It was suddenly very warm in the small room. "That won't be necessary," she mumbled, rising from her seat.