Catan asks for something to offer
Catan smiled hesitantly but fondly. The elf was endearing in his excitement over seeing her again: his cheeks were flushed, his features animated, and he hopped from foot to foot as he talked to her.
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Flann is protected
Aletheia mounted the steps soundlessly and flattened her body against the cold wall of the landing. She had rung Matins herself so that none would know anything was amiss at the abbey. The great bronze bell still droned the falling final stroke, and the very stones at her back seemed to hum along. Not until they stilled did she peel herself from the wall, open the door, and turn into the corridor.
Aengus begins to look at things in a different way
Aengus smiled sheepishly. He had been hoping Lena would open the door.
“Good afternoon, Friend!”
Flann is sure and the elf reassured
“Good morning, Friend,” Cat said with a deliberate good cheer. Her voice belied her words, and he suspected her smile must have likewise been untrue to her mood.
“Good morning, Cat,” he said softly, trying to find a middle ground of his own. He was both delighted to see her and nervous about what this meeting could mean—particularly if she had brought reinforcements.
Flann is more than sad
Flann leaned heavily on the handle as she closed the door. The taper was lit before the little icon, and she grimaced in a spasm of shame. She was only an ordinary woman, but he…
“I… I hope I did not disturb you in your prayers,” she faltered.
Flann goes through
The door of Saint Margaret’s chapel was heavy, and it hung slightly crooked on its hinges. If one did not pay attention, it would swing shut on its own with a bang and a rattle of its glass panes.
Flann did not pay attention.
Lady Eadgith feels like a birthday girl
At the sound of her son’s heavy tread, Lady Eadgith lifted her head slightly from her task of bed making. She smiled to herself, for she had not yet told her children the reason why she lately felt the need for afternoon naps.
Myrddin speaks to his minion
The jinni landed so close to Myrddin that his wings nearly enfolded the old man with their last stroke.
“You are not to be calling me in this season. I was far from here.”
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