Hyacinthe gave another uncomfortable laugh and ran his hand through his hair. What seemed so natural to share with Ada in her trailer with her family's carnival seemed ridiculous here, in a dorm room bigger than the apartment he grew up in, with Xanthippe's family name on the building.

"I want to own my own tavern and livery service," he said quietly. "And an apartment building nearby that I could rent to other Tsingani as they travel through the City of Elua. My mother and I would live on the top floor and she'd never have to wash another rich man's laundry or tell the dromonde for gold again."

A humble dream. So small. And, until he'd come to Fandom, it had been everything.