CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ThorrnElder Havn himself had come with Cyle. Like me, both wore the traditional fly plaid over one shoulder, each with a brooch signifying their clan. Cyle’s kilt was the same green pattern as mine, but once I was officially mated to Jenny, I might change that. I wanted a pattern just for us, just like the tattoos we’d get at the Bainnse. Maybe there were some symbols or colours from Peritus that Jenny wanted to add.
“Good evening to you,” Havn greeted us as he stepped into my home. Usually, the ceremony would have been held in one of the ceremonial stone circles outside the city, but I was too impatient to fly there. We’d have our Bainnse there instead of in one rotation and one day.
"Does everyone on Albyan speak English?" Jenny whispered to me.
I laughed. "He was sp
