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“To tell me that he’s looking forward to Nailu in a couple of days,” Ryker interjected.
Arra rolled her eyes. He and Mavris shared a look for a moment and I was sure that Ryker was speaking into his brother’s mind. But I didn’t give it much thought.
“Actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said.
“Sure. What about it?” he asked. His fingers lightly brushed the inside of my wrist.
“Mal and I are going into Voara to look for something to wear to the celebration.”
“That’s a great idea. You should take Arra, too.”
“I’ll just excuse myself,” Mavris chuckled as he made for the door.
It was just Arra, Ryker and I. I still wasn’t the biggest fan of Arra, but I knew that she was important to Ryker and to Oryn. If he liked her enough to have her in his inner circle, I thought I at least ought to give her a chance. “Uh, yeah.”
“Really?” she asked skeptically.
“Sure. Maybe you could show us around and point out the good shops.” I shrugged.
She eyed me up and down. “I don’t really like shopping.”
“Neither do I and nor does Malina. So this could make for an interesting adventure.” I smirked.
She nodded slowly. “Alright. But I don’t know what the good shops are. I really don’t get out much, other than to the taverns Mav and Hakoa drag me into.”
“Go find Lorotte,” Ryker chuckled. “She has a shop in the western district. Tell her I sent you and she’ll take care of all three of you.”
“I’ll see you after then.” I gave his hand a firm squeeze before Arra and I left his study and met with Malina.
My sister was sitting on the steps outside the palace doors, her shiny black hair swayed in the gentle breeze. She stood whenI approached and raised an eyebrow when she noticed Arra behind me.
“Pigeon boy give you an escort?” she snarked.
“Pigeon boy?” Arra asked.
“Ignore her. No, Mal. It’s fine.Be nice,” I said sternly.
Malina looked Arra up and down before she shrugged. “Whatever. If you’re fine with it, then so am I. Do you know what we should be looking for, Arra?”
“Not really, but apparently Ryker does,” Arra said. “And I know where he’s talking about. Come on. I’ll show you.”
Arra led us to the western district of the city, weaving through the streets until we came to a small boutique with clothing displayed in the front window. The wood door creaked as she pushed it open, revealing an open room with dresses and skirts of all shapes and colors hanging on bars that lined the walls. Malina and I followed Arra inside. When Arra used a gust of air to close the door behind us, a female voice came from a back room at the other end of the shop.
“I’ll be with you in just a moment.”
“Take your time, please. It’s not like we have all day,” Arra muttered under her breath.
“Are you always this cranky?” Malina asked.
“Only when I’m sober,” she grumbled.
Malina leaned toward me and whispered, “I’m starting to like her.”
“You barely know her. How can you have an opinion so quickly?” I scoffed.
“Well she doesn’t talk much, she can kick ass, and she likes to drink. Just my type. Oh look at that one!” Malina walked over to an extravagant dress hanging near the front of the shop.
A moment later, a tall, lean female sauntered in from the back. Her curly blonde hair went down to her waist, golden skin peeking from a short blue dress that came just below her kneeswith matching heels. Her lips were painted a deep red that nearly matched her eyes.
