Passing Fellows
Elowen watched as their latest customer leave. She was a little saddened, but she likely understood. If he was a fellow exile, like she felt, then he was likely playing things safe. It was likely part of why he had not looked at them in the eyes. None of them could say for sure if they were still being hunted down or not. Or by who or what they may do, if they were. They could never be certain of who they could truly trust. “I wish you luck...” she murmured quietly as she lightly placed a hand over her heart.
Celeste looked over at her sister and sighed a little. “You felt it too right,“ she ventured softly. Elowen nodded before going to pull out her list to mark off the books they had just sold. “Well, maybe we’ll see him again. And if not, hopefully he enjoys the books and can have a peaceful life,” Celeste said and adjusted her glasses.