"Rowan," Aelin called"After a flash of light of him transforming to his Elf form he said, "what."
"I what you to get Dorian and Chaol and also Adeion, I got to tell them something, you too."
"What do you want now fireheart?"
"For you to get them, now." She replied smiling.
"What have I gotten my self into." Whispered Rowan. Smiling widely at Aelin
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When all the boys,( and also Lysandra, because Rowan found her in Adeion's room,) were gathered she began.
"I wrote a poem you ARE going to listen to it."
"Umm why, me an Lysandra where... err." Adeion stuttered.
"um reading.." lysandra continued.
"each other's favourite book." Adeion finished.
"Really, because I thought you hated reading, both of you, Rowan what where they do I g you seem to be the only other one to witness this so called reading." Aelin asked.
"No worries fire heart they were just... reading?" Rowan replied anxiously.
"Ok then let's get on with the poem." Aelin conceded.
"Thanks bud. I owe you one." Was a very red and thankful Adeion."
Aelin took a deep breath and..
"It has a good sword and a kindly, keen knife, which is evil. Rarely has a good sword reminded me more of the legs of a rude cat. (Which was probably Lysandra.)
"Its poison is as flawless as an exemplary, violent castle, which has been tourturing accidentally in the magical, beautiful moon (stupid moon fire).
"Naturally, it has all the glory of a tree, which once killed defiantly. There is nothing like a tree that once killed defiantly.
"Lest not forget the helpful, hurt habit of a heavy hand bravely laughing.
"Darling likes its good sword. Honey likes its evil knife. "It is a frosty kill!"
And with that Aelin takes a bow, excepting a applaud, but getting a "Wow fireheart."
"Really Aelin I came all the way from my room to hear that?" Huffed Chaol.
"That's Aelin for you." Lysandra and Adeion said at the same time, still both blushing.
"Amazing." Dorian said dryly.
"Well your all dismissed I'm going to bed." Aelin replied, oblivious to the glares she was receiving. "Goodnight."