Am I really Talking to You About This

Rhyme was deep in his thoughts, while he was thinking too heavily of Tana he should have been thinking about patrols and drills and their eventual raid on the slaver pack that had captured him and his mother. He couldn’t help thinking about his emotions and trying to figure out how he really felt. This also caused him to lose track of his senses and he was startled by the sudden crack above his head and talons in his back. He knew well this wasn’t one of his birds.

Rhyme managed to catch the bird out of the corner of his eye, her pearly white feathers brilliant in the light of the moon. Shaye was right there with her, commenting on his ability with the ravens. He managed to smile, not fooling her at all with his occupied mind. Rhyme wasn’t sure if he was thankful or regretful that she had found him.

"Too much." He offered, looking back up at the moon. "You were right though, about Tana." His cryptic response might have been enough to clue Shaye in, and this time he hoped he wasn’t about to be given a hard time. He was having enough trouble with himself. "She likes me." Rhyme did continue, leaving out his own emotions and summarizing his conversation with the blind girl using her choice of words.