November 27

Word Count: 315

"So how did you end up as a ranger?" Lynah asked when they settled down. Lasser stuffed a piece of bread in to his mouth and chewed for awhile before answering.

"I suppose I was born to it. My mother was midwife and my father was a ranger. When I was little, I tracked after my father until even he couldn't tell I was following him."

"The same for me as well. I mean, I just grew up with all these responsibilities and expectations. It's so difficult to be what you are expected to be."

Lasser looked at her strangely. "Aren't you just a servant? What do you have to do besides what they tell you?" Lynah was slightly confused for a moment before she tried to explain.

"Well, royal servants are different than normal servants. My mom is a… she had the same occupation as me. So naturally I feel I have to live up to that standard that she set." Lasser nodded. Snult paused his scarfing to chuckle.

"Really. The two of you don't have to live up to any mortal standards. You should be quite happy that you'll outlive all the people who have treated you unpleasantly."

"And all the people we love," Lasser said quietly.

"Do you love anyone?" Lynah blurted out.

"Friends."

"Oh. Friends. That's good. I mean that's not good, about outliving them." Lynah stared down at the sheet. "At least I will have Trevelyn. She's been the truest friend I've ever had. She's never cared about who I was." Trevelyn had saved her from more than one amorous suitor, and she had always guarded her from her father's animosity. Even now, she was probably stuck in her room, waiting patiently for Lynah to come up with a way to rescue them from her father's justice. Even when he thought Trevelyn was his daughter, she still shouldered the blame.