Swiftcurrent Creek tomorrow’s kings

No, I’m good, Cambria said when Etienne offered to share.

He didn’t mention that his stomach was too full of butterflies to eat anything. He just plucked up the carcass and moved nearer to Etienne, placing it at his feet like an offering to a god. Cambria then drew back just a step or two, giving him room to enjoy the food.

There were many questions he wanted to ask, though he gave his friend a chance to finish the meal before trying to carry a conversation. Besides, the Dragonling didn’t mind watching Etienne enjoy the hard-won kill. In fact, he couldn’t help but admire the lean stretch of the man’s neck as he bent over the meal.

Only when Etienne was finished did he finally query, How are you? Has anything exciting happened since we last spoke?

To demonstrate his genuine interest, Cambria took a seat and canted his pale head slightly. He could stare at Etienne all day long, not to mention listen to his voice. But beyond all that, he was truly invested in what had transpired between their first meeting and this one.