ETAN
Jareth bustled away to organize the contract, which he said would be recognized by the entire Continent. "As much as they want to recognize it, of course. But they will have no room for claiming foul, or that you have not fulfilled the terms," he said, with a kind smile at Ayleth.
Etan stomach fluttered. He was eager—could hardly wait, in fact. So tense he wanted to dance on his feet. But it was all moving so quickly that he worried Ayleth would be overwhelmed.
She spoke quietly to Falek while they waited for Jareth to return, and Etan watched her, the way her copper hair tumbled around her shoulders—even now, when she hadn't bathed.
Well, hadn't bathed intentionally, he reminded himself, his body tightening at a flash of memory from the clearing earlier that day.
