I’d never told anyone about my close connection with nature. My love for growing plants or anything else because everyone always focused on the negative aspects of me.
“What about Sila’s children?” Brina asks, pulling me from my thoughts. “Who are they?”
“Oh.” Faeryn chuckles, rolling her eyes. “That would be Erren and Ayla. Erren is your typical dark and brooding type, I guess you could say. He is just like Uncle Silas. Always walking around like everything is an inconvenience to him.”
“But he isn’t as bad as Orym?”
This time laughter escapes my lips as I think about the comparison of Orym and Erren. Both so much alike, but yet so very very different. “No, Erren does as he is told. Hell, last time I saw him, he was basically worshipping the ground his father walked on.”
