They round a corner, see some young women giggling, scattered in a cluster around a young man. He is very handsome, and he knows it. He catches sight of them, dares to approach.
"Good morning, Kreyu," he says as he gets within a polite distance. "And that must be your...friend who helped with the bandits yesterday?"
Kreyu is either oblivious to the undertones he's putting in the word 'friend' or deliberately ignoring them. "Hello, Akatan. Yes, this is Skellig."
"Well met, Skellig," Akatan says to him. "Will you be staying a while, or are you just passing through?"
Kreyu feels an echo, when she looks at Akatan. But unlike the echo she feels with Skellig, THIS echo isn't nice at all! Anger and heartbreak, betrayal and shame, seeping into the edges, tainting her energy.
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"Good morning, Kreyu," he says as he gets within a polite distance. "And that must be your...friend who helped with the bandits yesterday?"
Kreyu is either oblivious to the undertones he's putting in the word 'friend' or deliberately ignoring them. "Hello, Akatan. Yes, this is Skellig."
"Well met, Skellig," Akatan says to him. "Will you be staying a while, or are you just passing through?"
Kreyu feels an echo, when she looks at Akatan. But unlike the echo she feels with Skellig, THIS echo isn't nice at all! Anger and heartbreak, betrayal and shame, seeping into the edges, tainting her energy.