“Bridal Faire-- why
do I have to go to that now? Why doesn't he wait until I am done with my
training?” Spring was a busy time for potions and herbal knowledge.
He frowned. “And
what happened to that Lesser Giant girl, Bufindlia? I thought that was all but
settled. I thought my mother was sending over a marriage contract to discuss.”
“Not to speak ill of your Lord Father and our
benefactor, but decisions like that cause one to wonder if he is perhaps sun
touched.”
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