“No!” the mage cried, both arms spread wide. “You cannot leave!” The determination on Ruth’s face made it clear he was bent on standing his ground. After scrutinizing his expression, Riftan walked to the adjacent window and let the bird fly. Ruth shrieked. Finding the mage’s response strangely satisfying, Riftan said with a smirk, “Life can’t always be a bed of roses, can it?”
they’re so silly
