July 12, 2018 by Lyn Thorne-Alder
“And then what happened?”
Kietsap was – well, not exactly jealous, more like irritated. Riensin knew why, although he didn’t know if his twin understood it.
“Well, then we talked to The Emperor’s Voice and Eyes, Elalekorra, and then Lirnilalie walked in. It turns out she’s a Princess. Or she was, I suppose, since they took away the beginning of her name.” He shook his head. “She is rather amazing. If only she wasn’t so horrid, if only she didn’t have such horrid taste in minions…”
“You sound like you want to ask her out to the beach,” Kietsap muttered. “You went to Lannamer. You met a princess. You nearly got killed. More than once. Did you even get the girl?”
“You know I didn’t,” he muttered. “I don’t think she really… I don’t think she’s even interested in boys yet. And you know what happened when she even had a thought that I was interested.”
“She’s not a child, Riensin. She’s as old as we are. You’re not going at it the right way.”
Yep, Kietsap was irritated. He didn’t get this rude unless he was really cranky.
Riensin pushed air out in a sigh. “Look. The only way I could get her to be interested in me right now is if I had knobs and dials and some pipes. She’s not here for her suffix. She’s angry at the concept that someone might even think she’s here for her suffix. Maybe in a couple years. More likely, I should find another canyon to shout into.”
“I can’t believe you went all the way to Lannamer without me.” Kietsap shook his head. “And didn’t get the girl. If you die because of this stupid fascination of yous, I am never going to let you live it down.”
And that, Riensin realized, with yet another sigh, was their relationship in a nutshell.