[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell flew down to join the group, landing on his horse. He rode to Collette.
"I am thankful for the food. Here is your plate. And..." he paused, not quite sure how to phrase it..." It is not that I don't like you..I don't talk much anyway, ask Kalia. I do like you, it is just that you are always surrounded by friends, and I have only three friends. I find it hard to make them." Sorell shifted uncomfortably. He was about to tell of his parents, that she may understand his sorrow, but at the last minute decided not to, which was probably not the best idea. But he found it hard to talk about his parents. He gave the horse a carrot and rode off.