This meant a day spent in useless fretting and even more useless attempts to study in Thea's library. Normally, Dorran would have spent an hour or two in the barracks training hall to release his nervous energy, but he feared coming across Edith, given the mood he suspected of her and the fact that he had no idea how he would defend the decision of his mother if questioned, he figured it was best to keep his distance for the time being. The desire to question his mother himself, though, only grew as the hours stretched on. The more he thought about it, the more Thea's actions didn't make sense. Admittedly, he had never paid much attention to her policies in the past, but it seemed utterly unlike her to leave the demands of a challenge like the muster unaddressed. Dorran had a firm faith in his mother's planning abilities, and indeed had never heard them questioned except in occasional minute detail in the formal setting of the council. Thea's behavior in this instance simply didn't make sense.
