She was out on the porch in the cool air when Naerin swanned up out of the rain. Swanned was the wrong word, but he did have a self-assured way of moving that drew the eye. It was the walk of someone that knew precisely what they could do and how to do it. Siana envied him slightly, she had no idea how to do what she was supposed to be able to do. At least it was something different to think about rather than her current problem.

“Siana, may I speak with you?” Naerin ...