Legends of Lasniniar Father Solstice coverLegends of Lasniniar: Father Solstice

Series: The World of Lasniniar

A Solstice tradition in the making. Barlo and Iarion return to the human city of Nal Huraseadro for the holiday.

This time, Barlo’s nagging guesses about his Solstice gift must wait. Both he and his elf friend plan to find something under ten silvers within the city itself as a challenge.

They arrive to find things changed since their last visit. But some things stay the same. Nothing can stop the pair of friends from finding trouble.

…Even on Solstice Eve.

A fun, holiday short novel from the World of Lasniniar fantasy series and a follow-up to “Legends of Lasniniar: A Solstice Tale” by Jacquelyn Smith.

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Father Solstice Excerpt

“So our budget is ten silvers, agreed?” Barlo asked, looking up at the elf who walked on the Great North Road beside him.

“Agreed,” Iarion said with a nod. His long, white braids swished around his shoulders.

“And we have to produce our gifts by sundown Solstice Day,” Barlo added.

“And there will be no guessing or searching each other’s belongings,” Iarion said. He gave Barlo a pointed look with his golden-flecked sapphire eyes.

Barlo mimed an injured expression, clutching at his graying brown beard, which trailed down his chest. “I’m hurt you feel you even have to mention that. As if I would stoop to rifling through your things…”

Iarion raised an eyebrow. “So who was it I found snooping through my blankets and bedroll last year? Your twin?”

Barlo rolled his eyes. “We were in Dwarvenhome. It’s not as if I’m the only dwarf who lives there. Then again, I suppose all dwarves must look alike to a suspicious elf.” He gave a sniff of disdain.

Iarion shook his head and laughed. “Barlo, I saw you! I was looking right at you as you tried to sneak away.”

“How could you possibly have seen me? It was pitch black in that room!” Barlo clapped his hands over his mouth as he realized his mistake.

“Aha! You thought because I had gone to bed, it was safe to have a look through my traveling gear.”

“I may have forgotten your cursedly sharp elven hearing and sight, yes. Anyway, you know I didn’t find anything.” Barlo grumbled. “You must have been hiding my present under your pillow. Either that, or it was in your bedclothes…”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to judge me for being cautious,” Iarion said, avoiding the implied question altogether.

“Were you really looking right at me as I was sneaking out?” Barlo shook his head. “I knew I should have waited until you were taking a bath.”

“So you agree you won’t try to find out what your gift is this year ahead of time,” Iarion said in a firm voice. “You might as well give it up as a lost cause. You’ve never managed to succeed.”

“I’ve come close!” Barlo said, thrusting out his bearded chin.

Iarion smirked. “Only because I let you.”

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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