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“Another year, another festival”, Astrid says with a sigh as she walks inside and places her figure in the armchair by the window that faces the sea. One of the cats jumps up in her lap and curls up into a ball. The sun is setting and paints the sky with bright orange, red and paler blues and purple. “One could think that they would start inviting someone else from the Assembly after all these years”, she grumbles.
“You could just say no next time they send the invitation”, Eadwulf points out as he brushes a few strands of grey hair out of her face. “They wouldn’t even dare to be offended”, he adds after a second of silence.
“I know”, Astrid responds quietly.But they both know that she never will. She might complain but she does not mind it. It is a nice change from what she usually does up in Rexxentrum.
“The Brenatto boy and his friends did well. Caleb taught him well”, she continues. “And the paladin is deadly with their atlatl. The divine magic could use some betterment though.”
“Maybe they will finally realise that relying on an archfey instead of a god is not the wisest of choices as a paladin”, Eadwulf comments, touching the raven feather pendant around his neck. Astrid just snorts in response. Jester Lavorre would beg to differ, she thinks with a tiny smile.
Quiet once more falls over the house as they watch the sun disappear. Eadwulf makes them dinner and they eat without uttering a word. There is no need for them to speak.