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Novus.
No-vus.
Novus. His name was unique and felt masculine to say. It was fitting for him.
But that was all I learned about him besides getting his assurance to return. He told me to close my eyes and count to three after he answered. When I opened them, he was gone. I spent another hour in the surrounding trees looking for him until a Stary warrior urged me back to the packhouse.
His name would suffice, though. It was something to add to the small collection of information I had. It was the first seed that would grow between us.
‘Soon’ turned out not to be a day. Or a week. Or even a month. His definition of the word differed greatly from mine because I didn’t see him again until three months after our introduction.
I sat on the bench swing in my backyard. Summer was
