“Of course, when ever people meet they are always assessing each other.”
I knew that; I was used to be scrutinized by strangers. It happened every time I represented my father, or attended a function. Heck, it even happened when I was in a group of my own peers at the academy. So why was this stranger, a friend of Fallen’s, able to ruffle my feathers when the others couldn’t? Even Fallen, who goaded me constantly, never incited this response. Letting out a deep breath I asked, “Alright then, how’d I do?”
“I’d been led to believe that you were a stick in the mud, totally focused on learning your role as ruler for when you took the crown.”
“So…let me guess,” I began clenching my fists, “Fallen is acting as your guidance counselor, informing you about the local populace?” I asked.
“It came up in conversation while he was showing me around,” Turin said in a matter of fact tone. “However, my findings are much different. Mind you though, it will take time for a full evaluation.” He winked while repeating my phrase and smiled.
“You toad,” I said throwing a pine cone, hitting him in the shoulder, both of us breaking into laughter.
He opened the leather pouch, deposited a few nuts into his hand, and then offered it to me. “How did you meet Fallen?” I inquired shaking a few nuts into my palm.