To be a Fae Guardian

Seeing Quinn in his shooting stance, my mind races again. How do I broach the topic of my displeasure at his behavior towards Holden? Just be honest. It has always served you well. Taking in and releasing a deep breath, I descend to the field.

“I thought perhaps a troll absconded with you, cousin.” Quinn lowers his bow.

“I was enjoying my walk with Mother too much to return to the castle.”

“You are more patient than I believe I could be.”

“Do you not think yourself a patient person? You seem to love your father. I cannot imagine you do not feel even more love for your mother.”

“I believed myself to be a patient fae before coming here.” He hooks an arrow in his bow string.

Lifting my quiver and bow from the ground, I ready my arrow as well. “And now, cousin? Tell me. You do not seem happy anymore.”