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"A moth, yes," Finn said, smiling fondly at the insect, but his smile faded as he noted the terror in Cedric's eyes. A pang of compassion tugged at his heart. "They're really good at pollinating plants," he said, this time his voice softer. "Though I suppose you might not see them often in the...

Finn was immediately yanked down by the hand to Cedric's level. He glanced around, confusion creasing his brows. "What?" he whispered back. "Your father?" There had been no one else around, at least--not that Finn saw or heard. He thought, for a moment, that Cedric might be hallucinating. That...

At least the Chancellor had a good sense of humor about his ineptitude. If Finn hadn't known him for longer than a few hours, he would have thought Cedric would huff, would turn his nose up at being shown how to do something so simple, would fuss about how Finn still had not done a satisfactory...

The Luminous Chancellor was not an expert at pitching tents. In fact, Finn would have categorized him as entirely incompetent. The canvas fabric draped awkwardly, and the tent poles struggled valiantly–but in vain–to form a proper shape. A light breeze would have been devastating. “A few...

Finn couldn’t help but feel a little…lonely, listening to the three friends banter back and forth. They were all high elves, all from the same city, all connected by their backgrounds and experiences. He had known it wouldn’t be an easy journey and yet…he had forgotten what it was like to feel...

Finn didn’t think Cedric was being honest with him. Not that it mattered. Asking had been a show of concern, not to gain intimate details about what Cedric was thinking. It didn’t mean he wasn’t curious, though. “Moonshade is about three days’ travel away,” he answered, sighing. “Inhabited by...

Finn looked back to the others. They seemed…amused by Cedric’s discomfort. His brow furrowed. Perhaps it was more than that, though. Perhaps there was a history behind their teasing. “I have some clothes you can borrow if you need,” Finn said easily, “but it shouldn’t be that cold just yet.”...

Finn smiled. The idea of the Luminous Chancellor crying over a splinter was ludicrous. He had healing magic, of course. Finn imagined something like a splinter was next to a joke to someone with such power as he had. At Sabina’s much more warm greeting, Finn raised an eyebrow. He shook her...

The Luminous Chancellor startled when he saw Finn, as if he’d been a ghost. Finn glanced around them. Nothing seemed amiss. Was he expecting someone to ambush them before they even got out of the city? Finn’s stomach churned. He gave Cedric a glance up and down, forehead crinkled. Today the...

Finn woke the next morning before sunrise with much less sleep than he'd have hoped. Questions about Cedric danced around his head, warm like campfire embers. He'd settled back into the grass after the high elf had left, but the blissful ignorance he'd had before was gone. Something had happened...

It was strange—Cedric did not sit by him. Finn might have thought it was the Chancellor being too snobbish, if he hadn’t just accompanied him as he traipsed through the city, chasing after people with much less power than him. But why did he just stand there, staring down at Finn? And telling...

The Luminous Chancellor was in a sorry state. But Finn gave a nod of understanding when he said he didn’t want to talk about it. Sometimes talking made things better, sometimes worse. And no doubt Finn shouldn’t be privy to the sort of trials such an illustrious man faced. Yawning again...

“No,” Finn insisted, when Cedric said it was his own fault for causing Finn to have a bad night. “No, I…” He trailed off yet again. Finn had not yet seen the Luminous Chancellor so…embarrassed. The man always seemed to have confidence in every step, in every smile. He smirked. He winked. He...

A sharp pain shot through his side, and Finnarion Swift awoke with a shrill cry. “What in the actual hells?” he swore, bolting to a sit, eyes wild–when he saw that he was swearing at none other than the Luminous Chancellor, Cedric Beauchamp. Finn stared. Then he scrubbed at his eyes, hissing...

Cedric was right about one thing—Sabina was intense. She had a snappy retort to everything Cedric said, seeming, to Finn, to actively decline their request. The interaction was interesting, to say the least. Finn watched, silent but observant, as Cedric and Sabina argued. Sabina seemed to...

Sabina was quite a woman. She was tall, and beautiful in the same way a rock canyon was beautiful—impressive and stately and very possibly deadly. Her expression when she saw Cedric reminded him of the one his mother sometimes made when his little sister was looking a little too guilty and a...

Oh. So Sabina liked Percy too. Finn walked along with Cedric, rather impressed at the man’s stamina for someone who admitted to being hungover. And who was also from Eldoria–the land of luxury and laziness. And really, really good oysters. “Does she know?” Finn asked, watching Cedric’s face...

The Luminous Chancellor was a charming man. His smiles were bright as a summer’s day, his eyes alight like a warm campfire. His voice was lyrical and fluid, his honeyed words like well-aged mead. His winks left Finn blushing too. Which was embarrassing. Because Finn thought Cedric would...

The blush that darkened Finn’s face was a deep strawberry. He knew he’d messed up the moment Cedric had burst into uncontrollable laughter, and yet his face kept getting pinker and pinker. “S-sorry,” he stammered to Percy, uncertain what honorific to use now that ‘lord’ was scratched off the...

Percy took him seriously. If they were playing a prank on him, it was a long and elaborate one. One that seemed like it must be exhausting—but the only thing Percy seemed exhausted by was the Luminous Chancellor’s many disgusted interruptions. “Oh,” said Finn rather stupidly. “Thank you.” He...