"Theo, we have to go," Peony elbowed her, breaking her eye contact with the young woman.
"Oh, sorry."
"What were you looking at?" Peony asked, peeking around the church as they followed their unit leader outside.
"Just the volunteers."
Theora had a strange feeling in her gut about that young woman. She had always prided herself on having good instincts, and now she couldn't help but feel that she had been sent on an ordinary disaster relief mission not because of the mission itself, but because of who she could meet while there. And she just saw a young woman who deeply intrigued her. Women with blonde hair weren't nearly as rare as redheads, but there were still far fewer blondes than women with brown or black hair in the kingdom. And Theora had very rarely seen women with such pale
