Out. Even if it’s outside the castle.”“Why can’t she move freely about the castle?” Ataya questioned. “She’s in no danger. My mother bar...ly knows she exists.”“We’re worried she might run into the elves,” Yren explained in a whisper. He looked carefully around the hall to make certain no one could hear them. “It’s said the elves know much about dragons. Besides, Gillen thought it would be safer for her travels to be ... limited.”“Any word from Gillen?” Ataya asked.“Not that I’ve heard,” Yren. I wish we could keep her here but you don’t want to see me break out in an allergy attack,’ she said as she stopped petting Damita, apparently through conscious will alone. ‘That’s okay. I’m just glad she has a home and I can see her. I should take her for a walk, though. She’s housebroken, but she has to go outside every few hours. Do you have something she can drink out of? I think she’s thirsty.’ ‘Sure, I’ll get her leash. Brent can walk her with you and I’ll have food and water when you get. At one point earlier in the morning, the younger man caught my eye and gave me a big smile and a wave which I acknowledged likewise. A bit later, I noticed him glancing down at Brett quite a lot. This seemed interesting, so I kept a bit of an eye on him. When I looked up one time, he was looking at me and as our eyes met, he gave himself a fairly big grope and smiled again. I returned his smile and didn’t think too much more about it until smoko when I mentioned what I had seen to Brett. He. A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in.