Wheeling Gull Isle my kingdom for a horse

For every doubt that Eldoris had about their relationship, Lethe had faith in it. Nobody else in his life had ever been so perfect, nor did he expect such a perfect specimen to crop up anytime soon. Neris was a close second, and he would not deny that he liked her as well—perhaps more than Eos—but it was Eldoris who had truly captivated him. He dreaded the day, should it come, that they would become separated.

“She will come,” Lethe assured his brother, “although I do not think Eos will.” Had she always been the outcast of the group? Perhaps it was her willingness to change her mind around every corner, or simply the fact that she had never been, and never would be, as beautiful as her three siblings. She had other qualities that were attractive, of course, and if she came to them, Lethe would allow her back into their circle without hesitation, but he did not think that was her will.