Ashya blinked up at Constans, the sight of the dirty Tranquil throwing her immediately off track, no matter that she’d seen the sight far more often than she should have back at the tower, managing even to sneak into the large chambers where the Formori worked their enchantments, strictly forbidden to mages. Having the tranquil walk around dressed in his brown robes was bad enough, but after a day of work which ended with him all dirty, accentuating the pale blue of his eyes…
The girl shook her head slightly, trying to get her mind to focus. She wasn’t here to ogle Constans, she thought to herself sternly, no matter how…delicious he looked. She had questions. Questions that were more important than eye candy.
“Can I come in? I need to ask you something,” the girl said, glancing around the room to distract herself from the sight. Her eyes fell on the sword, and her eyes turned curious. Hadn’t Constans been carrying a different sword on the way from the tower to Vigil’s Keep?
She looked at Constans again, steeling herself for the overdose of handsome that greeted her everytime she glanced at the Tranquil. “Are you okay?” she added solicitously, remembering Desi’s abrupt departure.