“I figured, but little does the realm know, those two are quite inseparable.” He winks and we all chuckle as we catch what he means.
“Thank you, Doren. Really.”
“No thanks needed. This is what friends are for.”
A small amount of tension uncoils from my chest as I slide the parchment for signatures across the table toward him. He reads over the wording, humming and nodding. Nero confirms he’ll need to sign with his essence embedded in the ink so the gods know it hasn’t been forged.
“One down, nine to go,” Yemi says as she bumps me with her elbow.
“Eleven to go.”
“But they agreed on ten,” she says.
“I know, but I’m playing it safe. I don’t trust the Goddess of Accord to pull the rug from under me, so to speak.”
“So that’s why there are like twenty fucking Domain Gods on this list,” Havar says.
“Yeah. See one you think you could get in touch with?”
He gives me a sassy-ass smirk. “Maybe. You think a certain Veilatara will feel up to helping me pull a string?”
I’m sure.
“Seismet, Verlet, can either of you hear me?”
“We can.”
I startle as their voices come through loud and clear.
“Where are the two of you?”
“Outside your windows,”Seismet says, and I laugh to myself.
“Will you two help Havar get the God of Creatures to the meadows for me?”
“Of course. When do you want him here by?”Verlet asks.
To me, his tone is certain, but I know below that easy agreement, there’s worry.
“This afternoon if possible.”
“Consider it taken care of, Thayla.”
“Thank you, Verlet.”
“What about me?”Seismet chuffs.
“Thank you for your support, my oh so lovely, not jealous at all, companion.”
He neighs loudly in my mind and I shake the vibrations from my brain as I glance back at Havar.
“They’ve got you covered. This afternoon.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be there,” Havar agrees, then tosses a piece of food up and catches it in his mouth.
Yemi and I cringe at him.
Did he pull that out of his pocket? Disgusting.
