Kenre

Purcel and Kenre were both in attendance, the older brother on his big, heavily muscled bay, one of his hands unobtrusively holding the lead rein for Kenre's sorrel pony.

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Citrine and Kenre had dropped to the grass and were sitting in identical attitudes, arms wrapped around knees, their expressions glowing with interest and proprietary pride.

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Their elders might have scoffed at such fanciful tales, but Citrine and Kenre were young enough to live on the borders of fantasy.

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Not all of them, she thought ruefully, would be as fascinated as Citrine and Kenre.

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"I didn't know wolves ever had blue eyes," Kenre said.

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Citrine nervously tugged a lock of red-gold hair and Kenre paled.

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Her question was awkwardly worded, but neither Kenre nor Citrine had any doubt what she meant.

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"Maybe he didn't want to confuse you with too much too fast," Kenre said with the humble wisdom of someone who often found himself in that very situation.

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She stopped herself just in time, but Kenre sniggered and they both fell into uncontrolled giggles before stopping, suddenly aware of the coolness of Firekeeper's dark gaze.

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Smiling softly to herself, Elise could not help but think that little Kenre was uttering the words imprinted on each of their hearts.

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