Chapter 242: The Wilds
Garrett was quite the opposite of Axel, who was the same in size. One was a grump and stern; the other was a big, friendly giant like a protective older brother taking care of everybody.
Evanna fell back to walk beside Arawn, watching the others in concern. "*Do you think the Lyvarians will really help?*"
Arawn nodded once. "*They have no reason to send us away. And besides.. They will never cast away one of their own.*"
Evanna felt the prince’s stare, and she looked back at him. The white sabre did not speak aloud, so how did Arawn know she was Lyvarian?
"*Do you know the Lyvarian’s customs?*" Evanna asked, thinking back to the hand gestures she made. She didn’t know how she knew what to do. Everything just clicked in her mind. Maybe her mother taught her when she was younger?
Loraven taught her a lot growing up, claiming knowledge was power. It really was. That was why Fiza could wander the lands and probably held secrets over ruler’s heads, all the while smiling cheekily.
Evanna glanced at her prince. Arawn wanted to tell her something after the little run-in with the white sabres, and he already claimed to know she was Lyvarian. It wasn’t that much of a stretch, though, really.
Arawn nodded in response. "*There is more I wish to tell you. But when we are sheltered.*"
Evanna nodded. It was getting harder and harder to hear each other talk from the wind and snow that grew heavier. On and on, they walked, making the trail feel much longer than it appeared before the blizzard. But the weather made them grow weary quickly.