Oisin stood beneath the slowly-turning stars, looking up. He’d begun to learn to read them, and knew that it was quite late, somewhat after the time he normally slept. He’d settled into a comfortable routine that had started to feel almost ordinary, though he frequently was still startled when he stopped to think about how he was learning magic and living like a lord.
Tonight, though, he’d felt restless and uneasy. He was glad of his life here, but melancholy still often gripped him. He had gone to the altar willingly because he had nothing in his life to keep him back. That had changed, yet Bel could not replace his family entirely, even if he’d shown more care for Oisin in the past month or so than most of them had in years. And Caydren…His only friend’s abandonment of him still stung.
