Lachlan vs | Late Morning | Town Circle
Luke's blatant anger and dislike was met with careless indifference from Lachlan. The threat might have hit home on any other day, but all that Lachlan really cared about in that moment was that his secret, Fiona's secret, had not been dragged out into the light of day. It remained where it belonged, back in that dark Galarrayn night, even if he suspected that Teague might guess at the truth.
The use of that old nickname made it clear to Lachlan that Teague did not have to guess what Simon had really picked up on. There was no greater truth than the one about Fiona Dunn doing what was absolutely right, and what could be more right than fighting for Aurelle and its people?
Teague might have wanted for things to be different, but Lachlan could not give him that. So he gave what he could, a calm smile. "That is true," he answered, deliberate in his lack of elaboration, as he made a concentrated effort to not further aggravate the situation. Simon certainly wasn't making that an easy task.
"All that was flaunted in the Circle was the return of Fiona's Gift. I will not apologise for encouraging her to embrace that." As the middle Fox took to mutturing to his brothers, Lachlan took a step back. "Now that we have cleared that up, I will bid you a Happy Turning and be off; there are other wounds that need to be salted before this day is through." And with that, Lachlan turned and left, slipping off into the distant crowd like a snake in the grass and abandoning Teague to his brothers.