He stopped and I went with him as he bent into the sleigh for something.
I heard steel hiss and then I was shaken gently and, again at my ear, “What did you see?”
I twisted in his arm and looked up at his wary face.
“Does that tea make you hallucinate?” I asked.
His brows shot together. “Pardon?”
I put my hands to his chest and pressed in, lifting up on my toes in the snow.
“That tea, Apollo, that tea. Does it make you hallucinate?”
“For males and females, it significantly increases sex drive and even more significantly enhances arousal. For men, it increases blood flow and stamina,” he finally answered.
That was interesting, very interesting actually, but it didn’t answer my question.
Then he answered my question, “I’ve never heard it known to cause hallucinations.”
Crap!
Suddenly his face was in my face. “Maddie, my dove, what did you see?”
“A bunny.”
His head jerked back. “What?”
“I saw a bunny,” I told him.
He stared down at me like he wanted to take my temperature, or more likely admit me for a full battery of psychological tests (if they did that sort of thing in this world).
Then, cautiously, he asked, “You fear rabbits?”
“No,” I answered. “I fear rabbits”—I got up on my toes again— “that talk in my head.”
All of a sudden, he relaxed, his eyes lit with amusement and his face got soft.
He also kept hold of me even as he twisted and tossed his sword on the seat of the sleigh.
Then he came back to me, lifted his hand to the side of my neck and dipped his face close again.
“All right, poppy, I believe all three of the other women from your world had this same reaction and, unfortunately, I didn’t think to mention it to you. Though, I must admit to some surprise that it did not happen along your journey.”
“This same reaction to what?” I asked and didn’t wait for him to answer. I asked another question. “What didn’t happen along my journey?”
“This same reaction to the fact that, in our world, animals can talk to you.”
“What?” I breathed, my eyes getting wide and in return, his eyes warmed but held their humor.
“They talk to you.”
I said nothing. Just stared at him.
“Not all of them,” he kept the information flowing, “But many. And both genders don’t understand the same creatures. For instance, I as a man can understand the likes of horses, wolves and snakes. You as a woman will be able to understand the likes of rabbits, cats and mice.”
Okay, in thinking about it, the talking animals thing wasn’t a big surprise, though it still freaked me out. I’d quit feeling surprised at a lot of what went on around me since getting to that world. Sure, when a bunny sounded in my head, I felt immediate shock. But knowing it was something of this world that was, well…that.
Still, at learning this nuance of it, my brows snapped together and I asked, “Why do the guys get all the cool animals? I mean, rabbits are cute and I’ve no doubt cats are interesting but who really cares what a mouse has to say? No offense to mice, of course,” I hastened to say, just in case any were around and could hear me. “Now, I don’t like snakes all that much but I bet I’d be interested in what one has to say.”