Aurendiria was sitting on one of the benches outside of the tavern, watching the moon. I was unwittingly reminded of the night I spent with Wolfhound some time ago when we talked about his past life.
The air seemed to carry a similar atmosphere. It reeked of a heavy conversation.
"Auren, is something wrong?" I asked, taking a seat next to her on the bench.
Aurendiria turned her head and gave me a placating smile.
"I am okay. Don't worry about me."
I glanced at her facial expression. She said she was fine, but she certainly did not look fine. She pressed her lips into a thin line, and her gaze kept wandering into the distance. She was very quiet, and I felt out of place.
"Do you want to be alone?" I finally asked. Sometimes we just needed to be but we were too polite to shoo the other person away.
"No... Antares, no that's not what I meant. Please sit down."
Auren was too nice a person to make people leave like that. I rose to my feet and smiled at her.
