A GAME IN THREE PARTS: THE MAGE AND THE GOD
She watched him carefully. “I’m glad you enjoy it. This castle is full of wine, but I rarely drink. It was mostly my uncles. Perhaps someone will make better use of it than I.” She chuckled dimly.
He smiled, finishing his glass before pouring himself another. “Perhaps.”
The mage tilted her head in curiosity. “Why so mysterious, my lord? Something on your mind?”
“Why not? I am the God of Lies and Mischief, dearest.” He tapped a curled finger under her chin.
“That is true. I really have no right to talk so either, since I myself am quite the same.” She chuckled lightly, and trailed off into another thought, humming lightly as she did.
“What are you thinking of, my dear?” He asked, running his finger along her jaw.
The tiniest smile crept across her lips at his words. “Many things. What I am, mostly. Why I keep such an air of mystery, which I do not do from a whim, as you seem to do. ‘Tis necessary.” A bit of somberness flickered in emerald eyes before they turned blank once more.









