A Home Like Ours by Fiona Lowe (feel good books .txt) 📕

thinks I am pulling her leg. Laughing at her outbursts, I swear to her that I am telling her the honest truth.

Eventually, Leeha sits back and says, “While your world sounds amazing, Alex, I am happy you came to this one.”

“I am as well,” I tell her gently, kissing the top of her head.

And that is how we fell asleep. With me leaning against a rock that I had used Earth to form as a sort of chair, and her sitting against me. It’s not cold out, so the fire is really for comfort. Leeha’s breathing changes, and since I am tired as well, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep right behind her.

We are walking through the woods with Leeha in front of me. We have been traveling now for more than a week, spending most nights camping with a small fire, enjoying each other’s company. One night we even found another Macoa and had a nice feast of its meat. Seriously, if I was home on Earth and was able to commercialize the growing of that bird, I would be a fucking billionaire.

I had been teaching, or trying to teach Leeha, English. But I am finding out that English is a fucked up language of double meanings and nonsense words.

“Hello, my name is Leeha. Delighted to make your acquaintance,” she says from in front of me. “That makes no sense, Alex! Why would I want to ‘happy someone their friend!’,” she says, sounding annoyed.

With a sigh, I say, “I know, but my language isn’t exactly easy to learn. Remember, I said that on my world, we have hundreds of languages. Just as I am finding out there are many of them here on Boromour. Well, English is a mixing of a lot of those languages together. So don’t worry about the reasoning behind the words. Only learn the words and what I tell you they mean. You are the one who asked how you would say a formal greeting on my world. Most of the time, we would only say, Hello. Or hi,” I tell her with a chuckle.

Leeha stops and turns around and glares at me. “So all I had to say was hello, and not all the rest?”

“You’re the one who asked for formal,” I tell her with a laugh.

“So, hello, my name is Leeha, would be all right?” she asks me, now sounding unsure.

“Exactly. And I would answer back with, hello Leeha, my name is Alex,” I tell her.

“Gods, your language is useless!” she says, shaking her head, “Except for when it comes to magic, it seems.” Suddenly she stops dead in her tracks.

“We have company,” Leeha says quietly.

“How do you know?” I ask her quietly, trying not to look around and let whoever is out there know we’re aware of them. I look at Leeha and she is keeping her eyes down and not looking up in the trees, which was my first instinct.

“She knows because she’s smart,” says a male voice to my left. I turn that way but don’t see anyone. “Though, bringing a human here, Leeha? Really?”

Leeha’s hand that had tensed up loosens suddenly. She turns towards the voice and says, “Marken. Get your ass down here.”

“You expect me to come down with a human stand—,” the voice starts.

Suddenly Leeha shoots of a Water arrow, and I see it’s the one with the string attached to it. I hear a yelp of pain, and then Leeha touches the globe of water and it begins to reel in whatever it caught. Abruptly, a body gets pulled out of the treetop until it stops in front of her in midair, as she had done with the Macao, except this time it’s a male Elf. Leeha had stuck the arrow into his wooden shield, which was wrapped around his arm with a leather strap.

“Fucking hell, Leeha! This isn’t funny!” shouts the Elf, who I assume is Marken.

Marken struggles for a bit, but finally he says, defeated, “Fine, I am sorry, Leeha. Can you please put me down now?”

“Much better,” Leeha says with a grin and cancels her Water spell, causing Marken to fall to the ground with a howl of surprise. He ends up hitting the ground, but lands on grass, so it isn’t that bad, from what I can see. He gets up slowly, stretching his back like he is injured, but I am sure it is more his pride than anything else that is hurt.

“Fucking hell, Leeha. I am seriously going to tell Mother about this,” Marken says.

Mother? Marken is Leeha’s brother? Looking closer, I finally see the resemblance. So we must be close to Leeha’s home. And fucking hell, mother? Does that mean I am going to meet her parents?

“She won’t be with the supplies we brought,” she tells Marken with a laugh. She walks up to him and hugs him, and he slowly hugs her back, but then looks at me with anger. “But why are you with a human?”

“Ah, that is because he is my mate,” she tells him, and Marken look at her in astonishment, which quickly changes to suspicion.

“A human? You know how they feel about us. We should kill-” he begins to say, but before he can finish Leeha is on him, and he is on the ground on his back, with her hand on his chest and a water dagger floating above his head, aiming straight at his face.

“Marken, swear nothing will happen to Alex, or I will kill you myself, blood or not,” she growls at him.

“I was joking!” he screams, but I can tell he is nervous as he licks his lips. “I swear nothing will happen to him! But what about Mom?”

Leeha pauses, and now she is the one who looks nervous. She looks over at me and says hesitantly, “It should be fine,” but it comes out as more of a question than a statement. Jesus, what the fuck is her Mom?

Leeha stands up and helps her