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“Oh no, I missed something!” Eithan cried. “Quickly, repeat your entire conversation before you forget a word!”
“Lindon! Lindon. Lindon. How dare you say something so hurtful and yet so accurate.”
He wished for any distraction, and then he heard a knock at the door. Ziel revised his wish. Any distraction except a visitor, he thought.
If Lindon wasn’t careful, he was going to end up with some sort of reputation as a Sage who kept tiny pets. Unless, he thought, he had such a reputation already. Lindon shuddered.
He wondered aloud if maybe not everyone could advance as quickly as he did, even given the chance. Yerin had stared at him for five straight minutes when she heard him say that, while Eithan laughed himself sick and then stored the memory in a dream tablet to share with others.
Cassias shook himself back to reality. He had just gotten distracted thinking about hair. Eithan would be proud.
Cassias wasn’t paying attention to the man on the third floor of the tower, as he was studying Eithan. The Archlord had leaned back on his palms, his feet still dangling off the edge, and was now staring up at the stars with a small, content smile. “You look happy,” Cassias observed.
Mercy beamed. “You found them already! Thank you so much!” She rushed over and scooped up Little Blue and Orthos, carrying them into a hug that felt for Orthos like being lifted into the top of a tree. Only softer.
