“Owein,” I stated.

He stood. “I’d ask what you’re doing right here, nevertheless it’s clear you needed to see me. Missed me an excessive amount of, didn’t you?”

My coronary heart lub-dubbed surprisingly in my chest. “Owein!”

“Yeah. It’s me.”

“What are you doing right here?”

“I’m trapping,” he stated. “I informed you I’m going far and wide. I’ve been working my manner on this route since I left Tarren. I make the journey each winter. I used to be going to go again and work my manner south once more.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“I guarantee you it’s plausible.”

“No,” I stated. “I didn’t count on to run into you. I used to be turning north.”

“Now why would you do this? There’s nothing of price up north. Simply the plains. They’re uninteresting, flat, and lifeless. Aside from the prairie critters crawling far and wide. Can’t actually make something out of their furs.”

I laughed.

“I’m in a sorry state,” he stated. “You caught me all wild man. I’m afraid I’m beneath Gorlassar’s requirements.”

I scrutinized Owein till his forehead crinkled with fear.

I laughed once more. “I don’t care!” I threw my arms round his neck.

“You actually missed me.” He dropped any hesitation and folded his arms round me. “Why are you right here by your self? The place’s Seren?”

I cracked. I tucked my face towards Owein’s smelly fur coat and cried. “You don’t know the way dreadful my winter’s been.”

“Oh, now. Not less than you discovered me. Come on. Let’s make ourselves a fox stew. I swear, when you style my cooking, you’ll be sorry you by no means did earlier than.”

I sniffled. “I ought to inform you—I’ve come to warn you.”

“Is that proper?”

“Apparently an emrys lady can snare the hearts of each man she lays eyes on. I’m harmful.”

“You recognize it’s too late for me. Niawen, I’m not letting you go. I’ve regretted strolling away from you all winter. You’re like a foul prune.”

“That’s a ghastly picture.”

Owein grimaced. “I’ve by no means been good with metaphors.”

After Owein wrapped his fox meat and bundled his fur, we headed to his camp.

“I ought to inform you just a few issues first, Owein. I’m unsure what you’ll consider me then.”

He stopped lifeless in his tracks and turned to me. “Nothing, and I imply nothing, will chase me off. I’m going to indicate you the easy issues of this world. And that’s all there may be to it, Niawen.”

I smiled. I couldn’t have been happier to run into essentially the most mundane mortal of all of them. One who was easy and sort. One who requested nothing of me and was prepared to present me up so I may have the perfect of this life—even when the perfect had failed me and I wasn’t meant for it.

However I didn’t need the perfect. I needed the mundane.

I needed Owein and his humor and his twinkling eyes.

“Present me your world, Owein. I’m prepared.”

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