AARYN
By the time he'd helped Elreth move all of her things from the Great Tree home she'd been in for the past three years, across the meadow and back into the cave where she grew up, and her parents moved all their personal things from the bedchamber into her tree, Aaryn was wound tighter than the string of a nocked bow.
He'd stayed silent all afternoon, waiting for her to bring it up. To tell him what she'd been thinking when she'd said that. But it had never come up again.
Elreth asked what mate would take her?
What mate wouldn't take her?
But he didn't know how to start the conversation. A tiny voice in the back of his head kept screaming that he didn't want to encourage her, because he wanted to keep her from pursuing the other males. But he shook it off. It wasn't that he wouldn't reassure her. He just… needed to find the right time.
