Lys: Memories

"If that is so, how do you expect me to keep my eyes open and see?" She quirked a brow at him. "I'll say then that I'm not used to having any so obvious about it."

Except for one... How a nine year old boy could bring back so many memories of Cathair, she did not know. But he did. She smiled a ghost of a smile. They'd been a pair, that was certain. Both of us stubborn as mules. But in the end, she'd given in.

Voices from across the way interrupted her thoughts. Her hearing sharper than most, she picked out a few words, though not the whole conversation.

The hair on the back of her neck prickled.

She whirled around, certain she'd find someone close behind her, and instead saw the three men all looking her direction, and the one she'd fought with was laughing.

The blood drained from her face. She wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed, angry, or scared- right now it was a little bit of all three. She had no idea how to read the situation- no idea what was going on.