“I have faith in your vision,” the chancellor said succinctly. “Let’s hope that your Indiran is the one.” He looked to the enigmatic Tree. His lips parted as if to say something else, but nothing came out. Olaf raised a hand and pressed it against his mouth thoughtfully as if to further silence himself.
The Which could not interpret the vulnerability of his expression, but she could not help but think that her pragmatic and imperious lover appeared to be…praying. She waited for something more, but Olaf turned quickly and walked away. The way he held his shoulders, the rigidity of his spine, and the stiffness of his gait—all indicators that he was struggling mightily to maintain his composure. But against what emotion, she could not be sure. Then he leapt nimbly aboard his birdun and took
