He set aside the book and removed the trousers he was wearing, stepping into the new without any attempt to cover himself. He tied them up, sat down and stood again with a smile. “Aren’t you clever,” he approved, removing them, and returning them to me.
I flushed at the compliment. “I’m glad they fit.”
Sitting and finishing the seams so the material would not fray under wear and washing, with him reading, as the sun slipped away for the night, we could have been in any village home, I thought. Until the fairy man flitted overhead and Rivyn activated the blue flame torch against the wall with his magic, chasing back the shadows of night from the room.
“What is my fairy man’s name, Rivyn?” I asked him.
“Florien,” Rivyn looked up with a frown.
“Florien,” I repeated. “It suits
