Work in Progress: The White Raven, week 3

A little short in my weekly words this week, but I’ll take it. I’ve been over two weeks in a row, so I’m still ahead of the game. I’m also reaching the point where picking excerpts is going to be harder. I don’t want to tell you the whole story before I sell it, after all!

The White Raven
Week Three Total Wordcount

Excerpt:

“That was wonderful,” Owyn murmured.

“And… it was the last time, wasn’t it?” Lorcan asked. “That’s what you weren’t going to say?”

Owyn raised his head. “You can hear my thoughts now?”

“No, Wyn. I can see it on your face.” Lorcan smiled sadly. “May I ask why?”

“Because we’re not going to be more than this, and you and I both know it,” Owyn answered. “You’ve got someone else to find, someone who’ll wear your feathers. It’s not me. So you should go and find them.” He shifted, and Lorcan rolled to face him. Owyn leaned in closer and kissed him on the nose, then smiled. “Remember Caoimhe?”

Lorcan blinked. “Caoimhe? The potter’s oldest daughter?”

“Yes.”

“Of course I remember her. It’s been… what? Two years, since her father died and her mother remarried? She lives on the coast now, I think. What about her?”

“She’s coming back to Scath,” Owyn said. He paused, and his smile broadened. “I go see her occasionally. We buy fish from her village. And… she said yes.”

“Said—” Lorcan sat up. “You asked Caoimhe to marry you? And you didn’t tell me? Owyn!”

“I didn’t want you to be hurt by it.”

“Hurt? Of course not!” Lorcan laughed. “Owyn, you had to know I’d remember Caoimhe! She was my first lover!”

Owyn sat up. He looked stunned. “She… she was?”

“You didn’t know?” Lorcan smiled and rested his hand on Owyn’s knee. “Wyn, if you two are happy together, that’s fantastic. I’m happy for you! She’s a wonderful girl.”

Owyn’s head fell forward, and his shoulders shook. It took Lorcan a moment to realize that he was laughing.

When he looked up, there were tears of mirth in his eyes. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you for days!”

“Wyn, you said it yourself. We’ve known since the beginning that we weren’t forever,” Lorcan said. He smiled and squeezed Owyn’s knee. “I’m happy for you. And thank you.”

Owyn looked puzzled. Then his eyes widened. “Oh.” He blushed. “I thought it would make it… less painful. Or ease the blow. Or something.”

Lorcan laughed. “It was a wonderful gift. Now, we have a stable to clean. Should we get to it?”

Owyn groaned and reached for his clothes. “The sooner we get done, the sooner we can come back up here?”

Lorcan laughed. “If that’s the incentive, then yes. Toss me my trews.”

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