miri larendaughter

“You’re my best friend, you know,” he said.
Miri nodded.
“I wish I had something to give you, some welcome home.” He patted the pocket of his shirt, as if looking for anything at all.
“It’s all right, Peder, you don’t have to-”
Swiftly he stooped, kissed her cheek, and disappeared.
Miri did not move for three verses of the next bonfire song. A smile tugged at one corner of her mouth like a brook trout on a fishing line, but she was too staggered to give in to it.
“That went well,” she whispered to herself, and then did smile.
—  Princess Academy by Shannon Hale