"Thornridge?" Darius repeated. He pushed himself off of the desk and shot Serena a quizzical look. "Where did that idea come from? And have you been studying the maps?"
"No, I do not even know where the maps are, you should show me sometime," Serena said airily, waving a hand as if to brush aside the question like dust on a shelf.
Darius narrowed his eye and slid close to her and then leaned over. "And the idea?"
"You know I met a lot of people during that evening gathering," Serena said, her tone deliberately light. She shifted back into the chair, crossing one leg over the other. "And there was this beautiful little girl. I promised to come visit her one of these days."
"You can not go making promises to everyone who looks at you with teary eyes," Darius said.
Serena's lips parted slightly in astonishment, she relaxed into the chair and shot Darius an incredulous look. "She did not look at me with teary eyes. Her name is Clara."
