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“What a surprise,” Eleste said. “I expected you last. I know how much you enjoy getting ready.”  Solnaer laughed.  “I planned ahead this time, just for you, manetheinin.” This time Eleste laughed, head thrown back. Her black hair spilled over her shoulders. Her horns looked lethal in the sunlight streaming through the window at her back.   “You would wish, wouldn't you?”  “Hah,” came a voice behind Jastfaer. Ornan gently pushed passed them, their various jewelry jangling like chimes in the wind. “We know his true love is Valden. Don't let him try to misguide you.” Valden scoffed.  “If love is what he's after, let Eleste deal with it. To be in love with Solnaer or to be loved by him; that's like laying in thorns.”  Solnaer grinned like a beast about to sink its teeth into its prey. He leaned into Valden so close the other leaned his head back.  “Don't be so jealous, Valden. I've enough fire for the both of you.”