Orion noticed Thorne's stare, fell silent for a moment, but made no move to hide.
Just then, Evangeline's voice drifted over. "Orion, I'm glad the Sky-Rend Tribe could make it."
Hearing that charming voice, both familiar and foreign, Orion subtly clenched his fist. A smile reappeared on his face as he turned to Evangeline and shrugged. "I was beginning to think My Lady Priestess had forgotten all about me. Why else wouldn't you invite the Sky-Rend Tribe? Instead, you had Leader Elias Moretti come all this way himself. And here I thought we were friends."
Evangeline looked at Orion, with his arched brow and carefree, unrestrained air, and chuckled. "My apologies. That was an oversight on my part."
She had assumed the Wyverns, like the Goldeagles, would have migrated to a warmer place for the Cold Season. She never expected them to have stayed, let alone that Elias Moretti would invite them. It was, admittedly, a bit awkward.
