Celina nodded, at least Maranwe had sense. "Good call," she nodded approvingly and stood. "If I may," she addressed Eowyn politely,"Shouldn't we turn in if we are leaving so early?" She shot Aidyn a small smirk. "Go sharpen your scythe, farm boy," she walked towards the door and paused, waiting for someone to show her the way. She turned, feeling a little weird without her newly acquired shadow. "Are you going to come, Wolf-boy?"
Wulf shrugged. "I'd rather meet my horse," he looked at he ceiling and exhaled,"share a stall with it."
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Aiden felt Brygid stiffen next to him at Celina's "insult"; he didn't care. He was, however, going to sharpen his scythe, it was good advice, no matter how sarcastically meant. He smiled at Wulf's statement then shot a look at Ewyn as he smacked his bread noisily. Why are siblings so embarrassing?