Sighing, I lifted the telescope up and looked out at the skies, flecks of rain spattering against the lens as I stared out, the shape of Nimue far too distant for me to see, and my attention not really held by the prospect of something that I could not see in that instant.
“Don’t you think there’s a lot of singing downstairs?” Ailbe asked, rephrasing his earlier sentiment.
“I guess so,” I said, keeping the telescope to my eye for a moment longer before lowering it, knowing that he would chastise me if I did not spend the proper amount of time looking above for Nimue, as if this was somehow an indication of my lack of commitment to this new and present cause.
“It makes it hard to know when Esau is coming,” Ailbe said with a sigh.
I could feel the rain on my naked arms as I leant forward
