“Hey! That’s the beantighe from earlier,” Asche smiled brightly from behind Eias, and Saffron couldn’t help but smile slightly back. He wasn’t totally sure why, Daurae Asche was just naturally refreshing. Cylvan had once described them as Alfidel’s favorite golden child, the one who resembled King Ailir, the exact opposite of the icy first born. Saffron thought he understood after finally meeting them. “Do you know where to find lavender tea, beantighe?”

