"How much do I know? What do you mean by that?"
Tave deflected the question with a casual tone, tossing it back to Elowen as they packed up their things and resumed their hunt for the day.
They walked side by side, weaving through the dense forest undergrowth, sunlight slicing through the branches above in shifting shards.
"You seem to know too much," Elowen continued, her voice light but laced with curiosity. "It doesn't make sense. Sometimes your worries seem overblown, but then, most of the time, you're actually right. It's like you already know what's coming."
Tave didn't turn to look at her. Instead, he just kept walking, his pace steady.
"Then maybe from now on, you should just do what I say, and stop asking questions."
Elowen scoffed. "So you're not just arrogant, you're authoritarian too? That's not exactly the most admirable trait for a leader. Honestly, at this point, I'd say Vensalor Island was cursed the moment you got involved in royal affairs."
