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Amel with Ev'rel
Character Development Scene
Set in Lilac Hearth on Fountain Court, Gelion
Period is early in Amel's Royal Envoy years
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Amel patted down his new uniform with a swell of awe. The white leather
was soft and well fitted. The fern crest over his breast was freedom,
hard earned, and a little frightening but much desired.
"It suits you," Ev'rel told him in a cool tone. He looked up,
and could not withhold his feelings from her. They bubbled out of him
in joyous apprehension, despite her aloof resentment.
"I'm sorry," he blurted, prodded by the contradiction in their
moods.
"Blame the taylor."
He was briefly confused, until he recalled what she had said. He gave
a lame smile, and let her admire him, wishing that he had the skill, instead,
to hide his thrill and apprehension better..
"I won't be gone long," he said. "I mean, not at any one
time."
She arched an eyebrow, blending into an understated shrug and said blandly,
"If you died, the deal I struct with Ameron would still be worth
it."
She was pregnant with the Ava's contract gift child, and part of the deal
was that he, Amel, her son, would serve Ameron as Royal Envoy, delivering
messages across the reaches of the Ava's empire. A highborn errand boy.
But he was looking forward to it. He was born to fly, but never had, much.
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