Dearborne couldn't believe that anyone, not even she, thought to pursue the topic any further than that which was told to them.
She came out of her thoughts for a moment when she noticed that Boy had wandered-off somewhere and without her permission.
She reconnoitred the square; the different stalls and the kiosks then saw him standing with some pretty town's-girl, of the same age. Both watched some dark-skinned woman, with golden hair and sapphire-like eyes, levitate herself and many other weird things, including some of the audience, on the fringes of the stage.
About to call on him, she heard some quick steps behind her and a familiar voice that calling her name.
"Lady Dearborne! Good morning, my sweet friend." said the voice.
She turned quickly to the caller and smiled as he reached her, and kissed her hand.
"Miel, my dear friend, how are you?" she asked him in a surprised and happy manner.
"I am fine. My wife is well, too! She just birthed our twelfth child a son!" he beamed with pride.
"My, my! You do keep yourself active!"
"Yes! That is why I could not answer the invitation to your anniversary celebration."