Finnbhear came to mind. For the first time, he understood how much the Silver Fox went through on behalf of his kingdom. Resentment for the elf was replaced with empathy.
Dismissed. Duinn hunted Picket down first thing and entreated the pooka to join his quest. Picket shook his head, casting his eyes down.
"For all I love Aramina and want to help," Picket said, "I cannot. I have already promised my help to the Silver Fox."
Finnbhear waited just out of hearing by a rose bush. He talked to it lovingly, caressing its only blossom. The petals changed color with each touch until they settled on a soft gold. Satisfied, Finnbhear placed his hands behind his back and looked for another distraction.
"I'd swear he was born of the Sidhe," Duinn said when Finnbhear found another flower to experime
