Truce

Zeek was looking in his orb, trying to find a suitable place for Geneve to do her ritual, and getting frustrated because he understood how important it was for her to have the right water source. This wasn’t Anwyn. They didn’t have the convenience of all the power in the universe, harnessed in one beautiful river. They had rivers, but they were in very open spots.

“Damn it,” He muttered, “this is taking too much time. We need to find something.”

“Well, I am not going to trapes around in the middle of town, sans clothes”, Geneve sighed. There has to be a middle ground. I am willing to help, I will save your prodigy for you, but I will not do it at the expense of my dignity. “

Talon had been very quiet since he got there. He understood his place. He didn’t really feel like he belonged, he felt like an outsider, but that is something he has dealt with, his entire life, until he met Geneve. She changed his world for him, and she will never understand the deepness of the connection he feel