Legends of Lasniniar A Solstice Feast coverLegends of Lasniniar: A Solstice Feast

Series: The World of Lasniniar

A Solstice tradition continues… Once again, Barlo and Iarion travel toward the human city of Nal Huraseadro on their way to Dwarfhaven.

The dwarf and elf make an effort to spend the holiday in the city every time Barlo’s rounds to the other dwarven outposts bring them to the area. The trips consist mainly of banter and misadventure. The perfect way to spend Solstice.

Only this time, their journey takes them on an unexpected detour.

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

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A Solstice Feast Excerpt

“…I tried to wound it with arrows, of course, but its shell deflected all of them.” Iarion’s fingers twitched as if itching to handle the bow and battered quiver slung over his shoulder as he spoke.

The elf had launched into an elaborate tale of his exploits among the Sea Elves as he and Barlo traveled the Great North Road to pass the time as they walked south from Dwarfwatch. The air was chill and clear, but the sky above them was a solid mass of gray. Barlo gave the looming clouds a sour look. They were full of snow, no doubt.

If it can just hold off until we reach Nal Huraseadro…

A single white flake spiraled downward to land on his long, brown beard that was already flecked with matching white and gray hairs. He glared at it until it melted.

“Alfiabalas threw me a trident and distracted the beast with one of his own,” Iarion continued. “Its pincers jabbed toward him from every angle, forcing him to fend it off.” The elf’s golden-skinned hands formed a pair of pinching claws in the air to demonstrate.

Barlo raised a bushy eyebrow at him but didn’t bother to interrupt. Sinstari gave the elf no notice. The wildcat ranged alongside them as they walked, unbothered by the cold or impending snow. He moved like a shadow, his gold and silver marked charcoal fur blending into the gloom. His tufted ears were pricked forward, alert for any sign of danger as he padded along in silence.

“I dove beneath it with my trident as Alfiabalas held it at bay. I jabbed the trident at its underbelly again and again, until I finally found a weak spot.” Iarion made animated gestures with an imaginary trident. “The beast let out a hideous shriek and started to fall over. Alfiabalas grabbed my ankles and yanked me backward, just before it landed on top of me.”

Iarion gave Barlo a sideways glance as if to measure the dwarf’s reaction. Barlo gave him a skeptical look.

“So this beast you and Alfiabalas fought—”

“A larae. Yes?” Iarion lifted a slender, white brow of his own. His golden-flecked sapphire eyes gave nothing away.

“Whatever you call it in Elvish.” Barlo gave a dismissive wave. “It was a giant lobster?”

Iarion gave him an injured look. “The larae are ancient monsters of the sea.”

“M-hm. And how is it I’ve never heard of them before?”

“Well they’re not exactly something you’re going to find underneath a mountain in a dwarven hall, are they?”

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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