Not Exactly

Ciaran made the rest of his trades, keeping a weather eye on Brenna all the while. He managed to avoid getting into an argument with Aidan while bartering for some rabbit meat. When Aidan became distracted by Aednat, Ciaran ducked away, wandered slowly but deliberately over to where Brenna was singing a song in some unknown language.

“Hello,” he said.

She smiled up at him. “Hello, Ciaran.”

“You remember my name,” he said.

“Yes. Do you remember mine?”

“It’s Brenna.”

“Indeed,” she said. “Are you looking to trade?”

“Not exactly,” Ciaran said. “It’s just...is it true? About those bowls?”