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she wouldn’t be able to eat much, and so
ended up leaving the food market with only an apple in her hand.
Her favorite place to eat lunch was underneath a tree that
stood across from the Potter’s Workhouse. It provided the perfect balance of
shade and light, and smelled faintly of a green herb that her grandfather used
to steep in his tea. However, this time, when she came upon the tree with her apple
in hand, she found someone waiting for her.
“Mason?” she asked in confusion. She looked about her for a
moment to see if anyone else had come with him, but he was alone.
He had been sitting in the dirt before she found him, but
when he heard his name, he promptly stood up.
“Norabel,” he said with a curt nod. “Logan said he spoke
with you last night.” He rubbed a hand on his cheek and had to squint his eyes
as he looked at her, for the sun was behind her back.
“He did,” she replied, glancing down at her apple before
going to take a seat on the ground.
“Good.” He nodded, bending down to sit next to her. He took
in a sniff of air before asking, “So, how are you today?”
Norabel rubbed her apple on her skirt apron. “I’m fine,” she
replied, letting no anger or sadness sneak through her words.
There was silence between them, but then she felt a tug on
her arm, and she looked over to see Mason holding her wrist.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Norabel stared down intently at her apple, avoiding where
his hand held onto her arm.
“Yes,” she said, giving a simple response, as if someone had
merely asked her if the lunch hour had come yet.
“Good.” He nodded his head again.
When he took his hand away, she finally turned to look at
him.
“Logan isn’t eating with you today?” she asked, trying to
make polite conversation that would draw their thoughts away from last night.
“Nah. He wanted to eat with Aleta today.”
Norabel smiled. Aleta was Logan’s girl, and she was one of
the sweetest people she had ever met in Breccan. She worked as a tailor and a
dress maker. In fact, she had been the one to sew the white and light blue
dress Norabel was wearing right now. She was glad that someone as kind as Logan
had found a girl like her.
“It is a nice day to share your lunch with somebody,” she remarked,
turning her face up to the leaves of the tree.
Mason scratched an itch on his head, making no comment. Though
he had been the one to seek her out, it was clear that he wasn’t in the mood
for talking. At least, not about something as frivolous as the weather
conditions for lunch.
“Mason,” she asked slowly, deciding on a topic of more
importance. “Why didn’t you want to tell Logan and Archer about the arrow?”
He shifted in the dirt as he thought about this.
“Because I didn’t want to worry them,” he answered. Then he
glanced over at her, giving her the barest of smiles, and added, “And I didn’t
want to let you down. They might have wanted to drop the load if they’d have
known. Get rid of the evidence before we snuck back into Breccan.”
“Aren’t you curious as to who shot it? And why?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Of course.”
“Then I think we should go back to Valor Wood. See if we can
find any clues as to who was hiding in the trees last night,” she suggested.
“I suppose you’re right.”
She rubbed her thumb across the top of her apple. “So,
should we go then?”
“What? Just the two of us?”
She scrunched her brow, wondering why that should be an
issue. “Well, invite Logan and Archer if you want,” she said. “But then you’ll
have to tell them what happened.”
He cleared his throat and rubbed at a speck of dirt on his
hand. “I guess it would make sense to only have two people. Too many and we
might trample over any trace that the bowman left behind.” Standing up from the
ground, he loomed larger than life over her, saying, “Meet me in the woods
after you get off from work.”
He turned to go, and as she watched him walk
ended up leaving the food market with only an apple in her hand.
Her favorite place to eat lunch was underneath a tree that
stood across from the Potter’s Workhouse. It provided the perfect balance of
shade and light, and smelled faintly of a green herb that her grandfather used
to steep in his tea. However, this time, when she came upon the tree with her apple
in hand, she found someone waiting for her.
“Mason?” she asked in confusion. She looked about her for a
moment to see if anyone else had come with him, but he was alone.
He had been sitting in the dirt before she found him, but
when he heard his name, he promptly stood up.
“Norabel,” he said with a curt nod. “Logan said he spoke
with you last night.” He rubbed a hand on his cheek and had to squint his eyes
as he looked at her, for the sun was behind her back.
“He did,” she replied, glancing down at her apple before
going to take a seat on the ground.
“Good.” He nodded, bending down to sit next to her. He took
in a sniff of air before asking, “So, how are you today?”
Norabel rubbed her apple on her skirt apron. “I’m fine,” she
replied, letting no anger or sadness sneak through her words.
There was silence between them, but then she felt a tug on
her arm, and she looked over to see Mason holding her wrist.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
Norabel stared down intently at her apple, avoiding where
his hand held onto her arm.
“Yes,” she said, giving a simple response, as if someone had
merely asked her if the lunch hour had come yet.
“Good.” He nodded his head again.
When he took his hand away, she finally turned to look at
him.
“Logan isn’t eating with you today?” she asked, trying to
make polite conversation that would draw their thoughts away from last night.
“Nah. He wanted to eat with Aleta today.”
Norabel smiled. Aleta was Logan’s girl, and she was one of
the sweetest people she had ever met in Breccan. She worked as a tailor and a
dress maker. In fact, she had been the one to sew the white and light blue
dress Norabel was wearing right now. She was glad that someone as kind as Logan
had found a girl like her.
“It is a nice day to share your lunch with somebody,” she remarked,
turning her face up to the leaves of the tree.
Mason scratched an itch on his head, making no comment. Though
he had been the one to seek her out, it was clear that he wasn’t in the mood
for talking. At least, not about something as frivolous as the weather
conditions for lunch.
“Mason,” she asked slowly, deciding on a topic of more
importance. “Why didn’t you want to tell Logan and Archer about the arrow?”
He shifted in the dirt as he thought about this.
“Because I didn’t want to worry them,” he answered. Then he
glanced over at her, giving her the barest of smiles, and added, “And I didn’t
want to let you down. They might have wanted to drop the load if they’d have
known. Get rid of the evidence before we snuck back into Breccan.”
“Aren’t you curious as to who shot it? And why?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Of course.”
“Then I think we should go back to Valor Wood. See if we can
find any clues as to who was hiding in the trees last night,” she suggested.
“I suppose you’re right.”
She rubbed her thumb across the top of her apple. “So,
should we go then?”
“What? Just the two of us?”
She scrunched her brow, wondering why that should be an
issue. “Well, invite Logan and Archer if you want,” she said. “But then you’ll
have to tell them what happened.”
He cleared his throat and rubbed at a speck of dirt on his
hand. “I guess it would make sense to only have two people. Too many and we
might trample over any trace that the bowman left behind.” Standing up from the
ground, he loomed larger than life over her, saying, “Meet me in the woods
after you get off from work.”
He turned to go, and as she watched him walk
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