Yes, out of the hole of Jeremy Feasel’s pocket, a Darkmoon Eye escaped, and fell into Ceniza’s lap. Lucky eye, and very lucky mage!
Curious: I don’t remember him ever once saying “Well done” at the end of a battle, but this morning he did.
Now, I am not certain their story has ended, however; though he did hand her a lovely purple velvet box tied with a golden ribbon, got down on one knee, and sent Fezwick for Moet Chandon…not sure what she answered…
|An odd family portrait…|
“I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.”Ecclesiastes 9:11
You don’t think ‘luck’ can be quantifiable? The gods are accountants.
Postscript: Back to all-day trainings, trainings, and more trainings: you know why I repeated that word? Because the information that’s being presented is repetitive and dull. And there are eyes watching me all over the place.