Edric's thoughts drifted at once to another conversation, one that had taken place with the King shortly after he had erased the Crown Prince's memory.
At the time, the mention of a hare had seemed incidental, almost forgettable. It had been folded into a much larger discussion, spoken so casually that it nearly vanished beneath the rest of the words.
Yet it had remained lodged somewhere in Edric's mind, quiet but persistent. He remembered the King mentioning it in passing, and though he had not dismissed it outright, he had never found enough to explain it either.
What, exactly, were the Night Fox and the Dawn Hare? One moved in darkness, one in first light; one was a predator, the other a creature one might assume to be prey. Was it merely an old story told to frighten children into obedience, or had it once meant something far more dangerous than a tale?
Now, standing in the ruins with Leone before him, he was no longer inclined to dismiss anything.
Interesting.
