The Vow
“Is this visit necessary?” Rallavalan asked in the language of the Sea Folk.
Nimrilwyn has lost count of how many times he had already asked the same question during their swim to Arindaria. She gave her blue-scaled fluke an irritated twitch.
“Yes, it is necessary,” she said, trying to maintain her patience. Rallavalan could be trying at times... “Rasnialfia is my friend, and she has invited me to see her new child. It is only polite that I go.”
Rallavalan’s nose wrinkled. “But she is not one of the Folk.”
“She is still a Sea Elf,” Nimrilwyn said, knowing the argument would mean little to her companion. Although the Sea Elves were close allies of the Folk, Rallavalan had little interest in any land-dwelling creature.
“You are not even fond of babies,” Rallavalan said, unwilli
