Moonspear [m] the suspension of disbelief

She heard a telltale swooping noise in the distance but didn’t so much as turn her head to spy Wyvern dipping among the surrounding peaks. Pie was too busy staring uncomprehendingly at Kindle, mouth slightly ajar as she tried to make sense of his riposte. He seemed unduly embarrassed by her comment, though there was an impish gleam in his (crusty) eye.

Do I have one too? she asked, swiping at the corner of her eye, pulling down the lower lid.

Treepie didn’t feel anything. She checked the other eye and supposed there was a tiny speck of rheum, which she dabbed away with a toe and then wiped on a nearby patch of grass. All the while, she wasn’t sure just why there was so much contention in the air surrounding the presence of eye boogers.

Okay, practice round over, she joshed with a slight tinge of nerves. Ladies first, she decided aloud in the next breath before saying, We talked about other people’s romances before. That wasn’t a question. But what about you? Have you ever had any romantic entanglements? And that was technically two.