"Menelanna is many things, but she is not a liar," Chez's tri-tone was tinged with amusement. "Occupation, rank, just titles."
He indicated the lute beside her. "We all have a calling."
Well, they had danced around the weather, so far. "By why did you leave?" he asked. "Snow, or now snow? Do you have family wondering where you are?" Did she want to go home? Was he merely meant to be her celestial transport, or had the Fates drawn him to her table for another reason?
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