Chapter Two
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Upon her return from the gwyllion town, Trysta spotted her caru halfway up the hill. Her stomach sank as she realized she didn’t want to see him just yet. She needed more time alone with Selyf, without the pressure of knowing Bedwyn was standing just outside the cottage, waiting for an answer.
Though she generally loved passing the time of day at market, she’d rushed through her purchases so she might return to the professor post haste. She hadn’t the slightest clue what foods a solitary magical might enjoy, so she’d bought a sampling of everything on offer.
“Trysta!” a familiar voice called out.
The ginger boy, Selyf had called him. She snickered as he fast approached. Bedwyn’s hair was rather more sandy than ginger, she thought, but the professor’s obvious envy
