Chapter Eighteen: Verre

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Though she preferred to work alone, Verre had to admit that she enjoyed being the leader of a group. It came naturally to her, surprisingly, coming up with a plan and making sure others followed it same as herself. It was a position that she was far more comfortable with than she cared to acknowledge.

Rising from the painful rock floor, she observed that all were still sleeping, except for Aura, who crouched at the mouth of the cave. Stepping carefully around the packs and still bodies, she came to sit next to Aura. "Couldn't sleep?"

Aura jumped, hand on her sword. "Easy there, it's just me." Verre rolled her eyes and grinned. "But nice reflexes."

Aura's hand dropped, her pale face easily flaming with embarrassment. The morning was frigid, Verre's breath turning to fog even so close to the dwindling fire. Heaping some more sticks onto it, and hoping that the dryads wouldn't be too angry--if the branches were in fact from a sentient tree--she observed the mountainside.

It was truly beautiful up here, especially as the sun just began to hit the snow, sending radiant sparkles glimmering for miles. It was so quiet, so peaceful. Perhaps she and Baen could one day visit the Bluefrost Mountains. At a time where there was no danger. He would probably end up finding some new way of traveling over the snow. That's how Baen's mind worked. Everything could be made easier with technology. In a world filled with magic--whether it was well-received or not--he had found another way to keep up: inventing.

Verre, on the other hand, preferred what she knew. Unknowns held danger, something she couldn't prepare for.

She also liked to live in the present, in the now. The past held value, but it was oftentimes unnecessary. And the future? Well, it frightened her. She felt secure when she knew the facts, when she had everything under control. The unknown had always frightened her.

Baen had loved the unknown, saying it was one of the many joys of life. He would often wake her up in the middle of the night and demand that she shut her eyes. Laughing, she would. He would then drag her outside to watch the stars, always talking on and on about the constellations and the fact that hardly anything was known about the space that surrounded them. He made the unknown seem exciting, breathtaking, even.

"Verre? Who are you thinking about?" As if realizing the bluntness of what she had said, Aura hastily added, "you're smiling. Are you thinking about your family?"

With a pang of guilt, Verre realized she hadn't thought of her parents, not in awhile. "Sort of. I was thinking of my husband, Baen. I really miss him." Verre quickly glanced over at Aura, regretting having said so much.

"Baen? What an interesting name." Aura grinned. "What does he look like? Is he tall and dreamy?"

Verre laughed, able to picture Baen's exact response: "Me? Dreamy? Darling, I'm gorgeous."

"Yes, he's both tall and dreamy, though we're roughly the same height, I myself being about an inch taller. He still is bothered by that fact. He's also an inventor."

"He sounds wonderful. How long have you been married? And what does he look like?" Aura sat up a little straighter, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"We've been married two years now. I was only twenty-one when we got married, he was twenty-two. Neither one of us had any idea of what we were doing, only that we wanted to spend the rest of our lives together." Verre sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

That had been the most amazing, yet nerve-wracking day of her life. He was her moon, lighting up the world she believed to be so dark.

"You sound like you're head-over-heels in love," Aura stated, smirking. "Who would have thought that you of all people would be married. The glass-wielding assassin."

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