“I can’t believe you did that!”
Isturon sighed as he followed his son. Thankfully, the portal he had made put them on a fairly quiet street. There were fewer people to stare at them.
The younger elf continued his rant as he made his way down the street. “What were you thinking? You weren’t thinking of me or Ter or what how we’ll explain it to the children. That’s for sure.”
A couple of people stared and pointed as they passed. Perhaps if he just let him yell all he wanted, he’d be done by the time they reached Thavron’s shop, then they could have a nice pleasant visit…
“You’re not even listening to me now, are you?”
Oh. He had stopped and turned to face him now, and he was right. He hadn’t really been listening. “I’m listening,” Isturon lied.
“What did I just say?”
“I’m not playing this game with you, Hethurin.”
“That proves it! You weren’t listening! Oh, and it’s not a game! You danced with her!” He turned and started walking again, talking as much with his arms as he did his voice.
Dancing was not a bad thing. He started following his agitated son once more, watching him move his arms more than listening to what he was saying. Could he accidentally cast a spell like that? What if he accidentally teleported a rock? He supposed it would matter where he teleported it to. Teleporting it to a bunch of other rocks wouldn’t be a big deal, whereas teleporting it to the side of the regent lord’s head would be.
Would they be able to catch him?
More people were staring now. Maybe, with this many witnesses, they could probably figure out who did it, but catching Hethurin would be another matter. He could, after all, just teleport away. The street the shop was on was a little busier than normal, and while that would provide more witnesses, it would also slow the guards and provide cover for him to cast his teleport spell. Isturon slowed his pace just enough to follow far enough behind so that he didn’t look like he was with Hethurin.
“You won’t even say you’re sorry!”
Isturon was far enough behind now that he couldn’t make out everything that Hethurin said, but he heard that. He muttered under his breath, “Because I’m not.” There wasn’t anything to be sorry for. They had danced and exchanged gifts. He supposed it was true that he did like her. She was fun to spend time with and pretty. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t taken her into consideration when he made his decision to move to the Ghostlands.
He looked up to see Hethurin waiting for him at the door to Thavron’s shop.
“You fell behind,” Hethurin stated as he approached. “I think you did it on purpose.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I was contemplating rocks.”
Hethurin rolled his eyes, “Lie all you want. You lied to Ter too.” He held open the door and followed Isturon inside.
Isturon looked up at Hethurin as he rang the bell on the counter. “I didn’t lie to Terellion.”
Hethurin’s ear twitched, “You told him you like men.”
“A person can like both men and women, Hethurin.”
“So you admit you like her.”
“I think whether Braedra and I like each other is our business, not yours.”
His ear twitched again, but Thavron emerged from in back before he could say anything.
“Hethurin! Isturon! It’s good to see you both! I have your furniture order ready in the storage room. I didn’t box it because I figured you’ll be teleporting it?” Thavron held open the door to the back as he greeted them.
“That’s correct,” Hethurin stated flatly as he passed through the doorway.
“Hello, Thavron. It’s good to see you again.” Isturon smiled as he started to go through as well.
Thavron stopped him for a moment and whispered, “Is Hethurin okay? He seems angry.”
Isturon shook his head, “He’s been acting like his mother all morning. It’s nothing you’ve done. He’ll get over it eventually.”
“I heard that!” an angry voice called out from the storage room.
Thavron frowned, “Right, well, let’s get everything out and ready to teleport then.”
Isturon whispered, “I’m going to let you handle the set up for teleportation. I think I’ll take a seat and wait out here.”
Thavron nodded. “I’ll come get you when it’s done.”