ABL 21: The Welcoming

I sat in the kitchen watching Nyleve argue with Miall. It was always comical to see them behave this way and it was all because of me, as I recall the day this conversation began, a smile creeps its way onto my face.

Michael's session with me had just ended and it was time for him to leave. Nyleve had just entered the house around thirty minutes ago fuming, something that happened at the council's meeting that she didn’t want me hearing about but I didn’t mind, I wasn’t interested.

I helped Michael pack up his stationary while Miall, Malakhi and Nyleve whispered in the kitchen. I admit I wasn’t interested but it just felt so taboo to see them whispering.

“So, what are they saying?” I leaned in closer to Michael, so maybe I am a tad bit interested.

“Oh no, that wouldn’t be respectful of me to listen in on their conversation,” he said blushing embarrassedly and I rolled my eyes.

“Look it’s not listening in on their conversation if you can hear them, which I presume you do right?” I ques