Two years in two minutes. That was how the vision moved.
Gav watched a boy who had his eyes and his instincts and his complete inability to leave things alone grow up beside a girl with white hair, and every year the distance between "I'm keeping her" and "I have a crush on her" got shorter, and the boy still hadn't noticed.
Tristan at twelve. River at nine.
"Give it back."
"Come and get it, Short Stack."
"Tristan Aelindor, give me my scroll or I will tell your father about the frog."
"Which frog? There have been several frogs. You will need to be specific."
"The frog in Seraphina's bath."
"That frog was there of its own free will. I had nothing to do with it."
"I watched you put it there."
"You witnessed a frog exercise its freedom. That is a very different thing."
