Elias
When I arrived at the dining hall, I saw the Chieftainess was already seated. I bowed my head to her and too my seat beside her. She looked at me closely before inclining her head.
“Elias Abernathy of Black Wing,” she croaked. “I heard you did very well on your task yesterday. I hope Ginerva has been able to match the par.”
“I know she’s done her best,” I said.
“I hope it’s good enough,” she murmured, and I wasn’t sure if we weren’t meant to hear or not.
We were all served at the same time and by the looks and smell of it, I knew Ginny had gone above and beyond herself. I wanted so badly to taste it but we all looked over to the Chieftainess. She appeared to be examining her plate, sniffing at the aromas, poking the vegetables with her fork. She speared a carrot and held it up
