7. Guest of Honour - Edoraslass
On the other side of the door, É omer could hear chattering, laughter, and a voice raised in occasaional irritation.
He did not want to go in there. There were a hundred -- nay, a thousand-- other things he would rather do.
But a man could not always do what he wanted.
É omer squared his shoulders, and bravely opened the door.
“É omer !” É owyn squealed. “You came!”
He looked at the dolls that encircled the table, then at his small delighted sister, sighing internally as he gave her a warm smile. “My lady sister,” he said, bowing low, causing É owyn’s grin to broaden. “Where shall I sit?”
“Here.” É owyn led him to a chair that was as battered as the dolls. “You are the guest of honour -- now you ladies behave,” she frowned, pointing a finger at her other guests.
É omer sat gingerly in the tiny chair, and accepted his cup of stone-cold tea.
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