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and Muninn like to do their training.”
    “This building here,” Rowan pointed to the one closest to them that Gil indicated was for wyrded working. “This is the one where you will be training most, Abagail.”
    The day came and went in a blur of activity. They had their schedules and knew where they were supposed to be and at what time. They had even enough time to meet the people they should report to the following day when it came to their non-schooling chores.
    Abagail wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to function the following day. After all of the orientation she was tired enough she nearly fell asleep while they were taking in dinner at the dining hall.
    “So what do you think?” Leona asked. “I can’t wait to get started tomorrow,” she said around a mouthful of potatoes.
    “It should be rather busy,” Rorick said.
    “And what about you?” Abagail asked. “Do you have guard duty tonight? Gil said you might.”
    “Well, I’m not officially on duty yet, but I’m supposed to meet with this girl tonight. She wants to show me the nighttime side of what the guards do. No guard duty yet, but just kind of an orientation.”
    “A girl huh?” Leona asked.
    “It’s not like that.” Rorick chuckled, but his blush made it seem like Leona knew precisely what it was like.
    Abagail fidgeted a little, trying to ignore the rest of that conversation as well as the desolate feeling welling up inside of her. It hadn’t been too long ago that Abagail made him feel that way. She kind of always wondered when this day would come, when Rorick would move on and forget Abagail. She just wasn’t ready for it to be so soon.
    Rorick left them after dinner. Abagail smiled and wished him good luck even though she felt like she was going to be sick at the thought of him spending so much time with a girl that made him blush. They were headed back to their home when Leona spoke.
    “It’s not like you don’t have someone that you fancy too,” she said.
    Abagail rolled her shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Abagail said.
    “Uh huh, of course you don’t,” Leona nudged her.
    Abagail couldn’t help but smile at her. “It’s just…”
    “That you thought Rorick was yours,” Leona said. “I know, I thought you guys would always end up together too. Then this plague happened.”
    Abagail nodded. “And it changed everything.”
    “Come on,” Leona said, linking her arm with Abagail’s. “I will make you some hot cocoa.”
    That one gesture from her sister was almost like the best hug Abagail had ever gotten. She followed Leona into the house and sat down at the table while her sister toiled away with making hot cocoa with milk from their ice box.
    “But you know,” Leona said staring out the window up the path they’d just followed home. “It could be a blessing in disguise.”
    “How do you figure?” Abagail asked, looking up from her study of her finger nails.
    “Now you don’t have to think of a way to tell Rorick to get lost when Skye wants to make things official.”
    “Oh dear All Father,” Abagail said and laughed. “There’s nothing to make official. He picks on me and it makes me uncomfortable, end of story.”
    “Yea, okay.” Leona smiled at something she saw outside the window. She places a pan of water on the stove beside the pan of milk. “You might want to tell him that.”
    “I will,” Abagail said. “As soon as I see him again.” Abagail frowned. “Why are you boiling water?”
    Leona started to laugh. Abagail opened her mouth to ask why she was laughing, but she got her answer before she could ask the question.
    “Settling in to your new place?” Skye asked, stepping through the door without knocking. Abagail jumped, not expecting the intrusion. It must have read on her face because Skye blushed a little and motioned to the door. “Elves find it rude to knock, we are used to just entering.”
    “What if no one wants your company?” Leona