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On their way back to the dorm, Sera caught sight of a single crow winging its way across the bay. His reflection mirrored him in the waters below, and she thought wistfully to herself that it was a shame she seemed to be the only person in the world capable of seeing them for the beautiful creatures they were. Her eyes fell back down to the street in front of her- and there was another rose!
“Oh,” she said, and stooped to pick it up. It was a perfect match for the one that was now wilting in her hair. Layclin turned to see what had caught her attention.
“Another one? Good grief, somewhere in this town is a gardener with a very careless apprentice.”
“Oh hush,” said Sera, twirling the bloom against her cheek and smiling. “It was very obviously left specifically for me. Nothing careless about it at all.”
“Oh really?” laughed Layclin. “So now a gardener’s apprentice is in love with you, and hoping you’ll be won over by randomly dropped blossoms?”
“Of course not. Nothing so mundane as that.”
“Oh, of course nothing mundane. A mysterious prince, then? Just passing through Portmont, and utterly taken by the beauty of your finely-stitched cuffs?”
“No, better than a prince. A king.”
“A king?”
“Yes, definitely a king. In fact, I’d say it’s fairly obvious that it’s the crow king himself that’s in love with me.” She wasn’t certain where this pronouncement came from- she was only being silly- but the moment she said it, it felt right.
“The crow king? Sera, you have some seriously weird fantasies. Nobody in their right mind wants the crow king’s attention. May as well kill yourself if you catch that one’s fancy: the end result’s the same.”
Sera just smiled, and tucked the new flower behind her other ear.
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