Astredian blanched when he looked over at Elise, bent over with her hands on her knees, laughing so hard that Pita had to pat on her back a bit to keep her from choking. Pita wasn’t that much better off, his face red. The little druid wiped away little tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes as he finally calmed down enough to make his way over to the bench where Astredian was sitting, the ranger right on his heels.
“What, pray tell, is so funny?” Astredian said, his gravelly voice sounding a bit touchy even to his own ear.
“Nothing,” Elise said, though the wobble of her lip told him otherwise.
“Sir Astredian, please - take this!” Lady Xenia called, her high voice cutting across the noise of the crowd with relative ease. “I would be most delighted if you wore my favor to victo
