“I was following you.” “Were you?” There was a silence. I wasn’t entirely sure what I thought of being watched like that. Then I remembered all the times I had found myself watching him. How odd to think that we’d been watching each other, like the pair of wyverns back in the Dale. “Edith, you know those legends about maidens and unicorns?” It was the last thing in the world I expected him to say. “Yes?” “That—tonight…that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, utterly serious.
