"I can't believe he's acting this way," Nyssa said, pacing back and forth, unsettled.
Her hands on her waist and a deep frown pared on her features. "We haven't seen him for winters after he took Rav and left for a journey and now he's back with a filthy mannfae"
Logi flinched at her words but said nothing.
"Who cares if she's a weaver? That doesn't mean she's capable of anything. Did you see how he spoke of her?" anger fumed through her and her teeth ground together.
'How dare she?'
"Are you even listening to me Logi?!"
Logi was engrossed in carving a rune into the square piece of wood, the eager scrape of his blade echoing through the room.
Raising the unfinished piece, he blew away the fine dust.
"I'm busy, I don't have time to listen to your rambling," he said, dismissively waving a hand as if she were nothing more than a passing nuisance.
"Aren't you concerned?" she enforced. "You made a wager"
