Secrets from the Vardin: Arlea

"So Hartly, you've been friends with Arlea for a long time, right?"
Tregan leaned back in his chair and lightly placed his legs and feet on the chair next to him.
Hartly glared at Tregan's legs as he answered, " Yes! There is not anyone else in the whole world that matters more to me than Lea. She is my best friend and I am hers."
"You sure about that?"
Hartly stood up. "Of course I am sure!!!"
Hartly didn't know what to think of this stranger. He knew he didn't like the fact that Tregan was staying here with Arlea and her father. He didn't trust him.
The door to the hut banged open. Arlea stood in the doorway.
"What the hell is going on here? Why is he here in my hut and why the hell do you have your feet on my chair?!?!?!"
Hartly went over to her and said, "You do not remember High Elder Filtiarn saying that Tregan would be staying with you and your father during the time he is with us?"
"WHAT! Where the hell is he going to sleep? I am so not giving up my room!"
Elder Faolan came into the room form the direction of his bedroom. "Arlea be nice to our guest. Tregan will take my room and I will set up the cot by the hearth."
"Father, you cant give up your bed and sleep on a cot! 'our guest' can sleep on the cot"
"Now Arlea..."
"Elder Faolan. Please. I am perfectly fine with sleeping on the cot. I've been sleeping on the ground as I travel so a cot will feel like heaven to my body."
Tregan turned to Arlea and grinned.
Arlea glared at him. She didn't like him agreeing with her and knew this was only the start of something she had a feeling she wasn't going to like.
Not one bit.