Duncan threw a rock into the pond, with a loud splash but it did little to improve his mood, or lessen the scowl across his brow as he watched Ailth and Alice fawning over Tristen like a pair of love struck doe’s across the clearing.
Watching as the young man lit the fire with a spark of light from his finger tips, which was rewarded with giggles and claps from both girls.
At first he’d been almost glad of the distraction Tristen had provided, Alice certainly seemed to forget her tavern boy quickly… but now… now he’d quite happily punch the dandy squarely in the chops for nothing more than a smile.
Even Danica seemed to have forgotten all about him with Tristen’s arrival, normally her mear presence riled him but watching his own betrothed swooning over another was almost more than he could bare.
She was his damn it.
Promised to him…
How dare she giggle and flutter around another boy.
Huffing he launched another rock into the water with an angry plop.
…. And him, ever so eager to impress showing off his… oooh so special Garou gifts.
Damn him, damn them all!
“He’s quite nice really” Quillen offered settling down beside his friend, not needing to be told the cause of his frustration.
“Don’t you start!” he growled.
“I just mean I wouldn’t worry, I mean …. He’s Garou right? I mean he.. can’t … can he? It’s forbidden?”
“Yeah if forbidden” he nodded, finding some relief in the reminder that no matter what Lar’s would never agree to let him court Alice “But sometimes I get the impression he doesn’t care. I mean why does he spend so much time with them if he can’t? I mean what’s the point?”
“Perhaps he just likes their company?”
“How?” he gasped “They’re girls what on earth does he has in common with them”
“There all Garou” Quillen replied simply as usual stating the obvious.
He didn’t bother replying; instead he just gave his friend a sharp shove sending him sprawling off the log onto the damp ground.
“Ouch” Quillen complained “You don’t have to take it out on me!”
“What are we going to do?” he asked, “I mean we have to put a stop to it”
“I don’t know!” he growled angrily.
“I Just think he does it to wind you up” Quillen offered.
Suddenly there was a rustle in the bushes behind him, glancing over his should he scarcely believe his rotten luck as Danica stumbled into the clearing like some great clumsy calf finding its feet.
“Hey Duncan!” she grinned seeing him.
“What do you want?” Quillen sighed.
“I came to see Duncan” she declared sticking out her tongue at her brother.
“Why?” he asked.
“Don’t you want to see me?”
“Not really” he decided, turning his attention back to the fire his frustration complete when he saw Alice and Tristan sat talking alone.