Everil missed the stone that she had attempted to kick down the street. It was only one more thing that could disappoint her today. Ever since she’d had that message from the Benbrewers, her day, her week really, had gone downhill. She really didn’t know if the Aresenals that she had sent their way would make it in time to help. Her foot managed to connect with another pebble this time.
She had begun by wandering aimlessly after she had finished her evening meal at the inn. And though she told herself that she could handle it this time, her low tolerance for it made her head a bit light after her second glass of wine. She normally moderated herself much better than that. Aoife would probably still be at the shop now. Somehow, that thought had stuck in her head, guiding her footsteps. Her mind kept going back to the redhead, which was more than a little torturous at times. More so because she didn’t know why. She wasn’t actually certain how she would even begin an approach if she met her again. Watching Aoife leave the candle maker’s, Everil’s stomach clenched a bit.
“Good evening,” she said with a smile, her instincts taking over as her face eased into her customary smile. She was honestly surprised that she had spoken but didn’t let that fact show on her face.