"That's one pretty dark perspective to have," Theora scoffed.
They sat side by side, watching the forest of trees and the clouds moving around, covering and uncovering the sky above them. Their bodies were so close Theora's shoulder brushed Reylan's with every move, but right now, she was more interested in talking, and she didn't want to close that distance between them.
"You're lucky you were born in some nowhere village," Reylan retorted. "I was born in the streets of the Capital, and trust me, not the pretty side of it. Most nobles like to act as if everyone's enjoying as carefree a life as they are."
"...Tell me about your childhood," Theora urged him.
"There isn't much to say," he shrugged. "The only thing you and I have in common is probably the bastard father who abandoned us.
