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“Is Lan your full name?” Sorraru asked as she popped another acreberry into her mouth.


Unexpectedly, Lan chuckled.


“What?” She demanded with a grin.


“You’re going to laugh when you hear my family title.”


“Tell me.”


“Thorar-bane.”


Sorraru’s eyebrows raised in amusement. “Of course.”


Lan laughed at her tone and ate another berry.


“Where did you pick up a name like that?” Sorraru wondered aloud sarcastically.


Lan laughed again. “My father was a hunter, and his father, I suppose that is the reason.”


“I suppose so.”


Lan grinned at Sorraru and her infectious sarcastic humor. She smiled back, pleased that he seemed more at ease than he did in the beginning. Sorraru watched him as he ate another berry, his lips pulled up in a smile, shaking his head slightly. And for once his eyes seemed here, in the moment, rather than far away. Those blue eyes, so full of a strength and wisdom that Sorraru could never understand, they were her only light in this desolate place.


“The environment will change again tonight, by my prediction.” Lan said.


Sorraru wasn’t listening, she was still staring into his eyes, searching. Searching, and finding something that wasn’t there before. No longer hard and focused, they had a softness, a warmth to them she hadn’t seen until now. Lan turned to her, wondering why she hadn’t commented, and noticed she was staring at him. Instead of turning away, embarrassed, as Sorraru knew she probably should, her gaze locked with his.


“You’re laughing a lot tonight,” Sorraru pointed out.


Lan’s eyebrows raised slightly, taken off guard by her statement, then he smiled.


“You are funny,” He stated. “It is my understanding that people laugh when someone is being funny.”


Now Sorraru laughed as he tried to kill her with logic again, his attempt ruined by his grin.


“People do usually laugh,” She confirmed. “But, then, you’re not like other people, are you?”


Lan furrowed his eyebrows as if this fact confused him, though it didn’t. What confused him was how Sorraru knew this so confidently.


“I do not hold you in high enough regard,” He said unexpectedly.


Now Sorraru was the one furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you mean?”


“You are more than you seem. You see the world around you. Not just the obvious, but everything. You see into people when others cannot. You always seem to know what I am thinking, but I never know what you are thinking.”


Sorraru took a moment to absorb all this. “You’re the first person who’s ever told me that. My father calls me his ‘open book’.”


“Because he is your father. He knows you.”


“Do you know me?”


“I would like to.”


This surprised Sorraru and it showed on her face. She began to think the same things she had thought the night he had tended her wounds. And what was worse, she began to feel the same things she had felt. Now she looked away, worried that her embarrassment would colour her cheeks. Lan watched her expression turn guarded, her fingers start to twist and writhe nervously, fidgeting with a loose strand on her clothing. He had seen this before, and he wanted to know the reason behind it.


“Does that upset you?” Lan asked.


“No,” She replied quickly, then sighed. “Yes.”


“Why?”


Sorraru wanted to speak evasively, but she already owed Lan her life twice over, perhaps she should respect him with the truth.


“Aside from my father, I’ve never really been close to anyone. I’ve never given anyone the chance to know me. The real me, not the sarcastic funny girl mask that I project. Not since my mother died.”


“I’m sorry.”


“I’m afraid that if I get close to anyone I’ll lose them. Stupid, I know.”


“It isn’t stupid. Why do you think a hunter spends his life alone?”


Sorraru considered this, she had always thought the hunters were alone because they preferred life that way. She never thought they estranged themselves from family for fear of losing them.


“Where is your family now?” Sorraru asked.


“Killed when I was young. By thorars.”


Ironic, like many things in life, Sorraru thought.


“Thorars took my mother as well. I couldn’t imagine life without my father now. We’re all each other has.” Sorraru’s expression fell. “And I’ve left him all alone.”


“You'll go back to him.” Lan’s tone was suddenly very serious, determined. “That’s why we are still here. If by my life or death, Sorraru, you will return to your father. You will not be forced to abandon him to a life alone. I promise you this.”


Sorraru was confused once more. Why was he suddenly promising to lay down his life if it meant she could go home? She came to the same conclusion she had before – it was love that drove Lan to this outcome. He was ready to die to save her. It was reckless and irrational, but it was a reality.


“What about you?” She asked softly.


“Ask yourself, Sorraru, what is more fulfilling? A life of solitude, or an honourable death in place of someone with the prospect of a future?”


Sorraru knew her answer to this. She could imagine what Lan’s life would be if he returned with news of her death. Already a hunter bound to a life of solitude, he would also be disgraced and shunned by the tribes, whether her death was by his hand or not. Better to fight and die than not fight at all, especially if it was at the expense of someone you loved. Sorraru knew that, if it came to it, she would do the same for him.


“Sora,” She said suddenly.


Lan turned to her. “What?”


She smiled. “My father calls me Sora. Short for Sorraru. I’d like you to call me that, too.”


Lan was confused at the honour he felt at this gesture. He realised it was because it was something she shared with her father, just for them, and suddenly she was extending it to him. He smiled comfortingly at her.


“Sora.”


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