Lion Head Mesa eighth

Reyson stayed with the priest, putting his body into the throng, keeping the priest on the outside. He didn't really think that it was a faux pas, but again he wasn't sure, but his training would not let him relent.

I never understood the point of large celebrations. Small ones with those you love or at least have a care for seem better.

Finally when they reached the edge of the party, Reyson took a deep breath, and then ice blue gaze fell upon the priest and then back out to the party. Ever the soldier, ever the guardian.