Caravan of Fire by D. && L. Kardenal

Author:D. && L. Kardenal [D. && L. Kardenal]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: D. & L. Kardenal
Published: 2022-06-12T00:00:00+00:00

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After he set up the tent, Hain tried his best to not get in the way, acting like he wasn’t even present. It was comfortable for a time—at least he wasn’t boasting or picking on my nerves—but after a while, it was more irritating than anything else. I tried to ignore his constant staring into the middle distance, instead occupying myself with mundane things: getting my stuff over to my new tent, buying some new decorations to liven it up a bit, that sort of thing.

Nazrik disappeared right after lunch, probably going on about his own business, and Salar was more eager to spend time with Nisha than helping me drag my dressing table or the large chests over. I deliberately didn’t ask Hain for help. If he wasn’t going to offer it, I wasn’t begging for it.

It was already sunset when I got to dividing the interior into three sections like Naz did with his own tent. One area was for Hain, one was mine, while the third was a sort of lounge where we could eat or entertain guests. When I finished, I stuck my head out to see Hain still sitting at the same wooden bench he’d occupied since noon.

“Yes?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Are you spending the night outside?”

“Only if you’re afraid to sleep in the same space as me.”

“Listen, if you keep mocking me, maybe it’s better if you stay out.”

I was frankly tired of it. It was entertaining for a time, taking jabs at each other, but if we wanted to live under the same tent, peace was infinitely better.

Hain got up and quickly entered after me. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to mock you. It’s just my nature.”

“You keep wasting honest moments to apologize. This was the last. I won’t bug you, you don’t bug me. Deal?”

“It will be so boring,” he said, pulling a face. Before I could throw something at him, however, he put his hands up. “Fine, all right. Deal.”

“It wouldn’t be boring if you didn’t sit on a bench all day. I, for example, have a really strict routine, since Nazrik has a saying that boredom brews catastrophe in my case. And he’s tired of being summoned by the prince.”

Hain sat down around the small table in the center, leaning forward, studying my face. There was nothing interesting about it, honestly.

“What do you mean by strict?”

“Something different every day. Shopping, making breakfast, then usually practicing to control my powers. Around noon I’ll make lunch, like today, then Nazrik usually gives me a task. It can be anything, really, from cleaning to reading his boring books or studying Seiran’s cultures. Oh, and I have dance class three times a week. Evenings are usually not set, so that’s free time. Satisfied?”

“I’m not interrogating you,” Hain said, falling on his back, looking at the tent’s ceiling. “It has been seven years since I spent more than three weeks in the same place. I don’t know how to get started. It’s like everything was whirling around until now, but suddenly stopped.

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