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If Zya knew Lorn, he would have had carried on with life in the weaponsmiths, only pausing to mope after her in his private moments. So the shock when he saw her walk past the window in the direction of their house brought a satisfied smile to her face. Dropping his work, he excused himself and ran out after her. Already she was disappearing down a side street, staying as unobtrusive as possible. Lorn walked faster to keep up, and eventually gained on her. “You are a welcome sight in a city of strangers.” He said as he caught up with her.
Zya stopped, recognising the voice and turned around slowly. “I was homesick.” Zya threw her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips, a lingering kiss that spoke of intimacy. He held her close for a moment as she hugged him tight. S
