“Well, for all I know this was your dad’s lucky coin or something. Hate to notlive up to its reputation or something.” The ranger rolled her eyes. “Gonna wish for some nice robes? Or anunfortunate accident for that boy your daughter likes?” she asked, still grinning atthe priest.“Don’t remind me of that,” Varendil said, slowly and thoughtfully, eyes neverleaving the coin. “The question is how to get the most out of this piece of currency.” The ranger sidled up to her husband, leaning in for a closer look at the coin inquestion, but Varendil quickly palmed it and pulled it up and away, giving achastising look at his wife, who giggled. “Fine,” she said, separating from herhusband.“Just let me think,” he said, smiling back before examining the bauble onceagain. A few moments later, his eyes flashed. “Yep, I think so,” he said quietly,before sliding his thumb in and flicking the coin in a long, lazy arc into the fountain.Lanuria smiled and stretched up to kiss him on the cheek, and Varendilwrapped an arm around her. Her eyes tracked the coin as it fell into the fountainand was buffeted by the movements of the water. As the couple turned to walkaway, the ranger began poking his side. “So. What’dya wish for? Tell me,” she said.“Not happening,” he calmly replied, trying not to smile too much. “I tell you,it doesn’t come true.”“Oh, come oooonnnnn…” she whined, still poking his side, her insistencesand his refusals trailing off as the two departed from the fountain, where the coincontinued to be tossed around by the currents until it finally made its way to thesurface of the water, floating lazily against the edge of the pool.
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