skribe 🇺🇦 :verified_mustard:“You know,” Falduin said from beside Lera at the front of the barge, They were both meditating facing one another. “I can hear you.” He didn’t even open his eyes.
“We’re talking about you, not to you,” Ifonsa snapped.
“I suppose the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about,” Falduin said, smirking.
His arrogance annoyed Ifonsa. Actually, everything about him annoyed her. From his flat nose, and dark eyes, to his grey robe with gold brocade, to the way he had just shown up at the dock this morning. Her gut told her he was trouble.
“They talk about you a lot in the High Tower, do they?” she asked him.
Falduin opened his eyes and shot her a glance. “I am ever on their mind,” he said, with a wicked smile, “and their tongue.”
Ifonsa couldn’t help feel that he was making a lewd accusation against her.
Perhaps Lera sensed it too, because before Ifonsa could snap a retort she said, “I believe I won that round.”
“Won what?” Falduin asked.
“Oh sorry,” Lera said. “I forgot you might be unfamiliar with the practise. It’s something we do in the convent. We see who can meditate the longest. I’ve never been particularly good at it, but Sister Wena managed to meditate for two full days, without once breaking. Unfortunately then she began snoring, so we had to disqualify her. Are you keen for a contest?”
“And all I have to do is meditate?”
Lera nodded, “Uh-huh?” she said pleasantly.
“Very well,” Falduin agreed.
“Good. Then let us begin,” Lera said,
Falduin closed his eyes.
Lera flashed Ifonsa a wink, before closing her own.
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