[The terrain slopes gently toward a stream as they walk, and Erenville finds his attentions drawn toward the wildlife as they often are. Vilekin, large and small, zip and glide at varying heights above the water and the lush grass nearby; frogs (which make him smile, for a second, fleeting and genuine) sing from their hiding spots near a slow section.
Some unexciting, she says, and he hums assent at the memory of...well, of how Amri looked when the Scions returned from the edge of knowledge and memory.
With the flags of Xaela life fluttering off in the distance, and an exceptionally rotund seedkin or three lumbering about in range of his sensitive hearing, Erenville can only hope the extent of the excitement is in food and socialization. At least for today.]
I understand many of these people came to your aid in the endeavor with Garlemald.
[Somehow, this is not the understated description of the year. The world has shed its cloak of impossibilities so quickly, and in silence for all but those who knew when to look.]
[It's interesting to watch the way his gaze moves across their surroundings, the way he subtly takes notes of the creatures that have made their home here— it makes sense to her that all gleaners must be keen-eyed, to be able to identify precisely what it is they need to find or study while out traveling.
At his observation, she nods, a fond smile pulling at her lips as she, too, looks towards the Xaela flags in the distance.]
That they did— and I remain infinitely glad for it. I'm of the opinion that friendship is never to be taken for granted, but if it ever needed proving, I think their aid in Garlemald would have taken care of that quite thoroughly.
[They had come quite a long way to assist, as had so many others.]
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Some unexciting, she says, and he hums assent at the memory of...well, of how Amri looked when the Scions returned from the edge of knowledge and memory.
With the flags of Xaela life fluttering off in the distance, and an exceptionally rotund seedkin or three lumbering about in range of his sensitive hearing, Erenville can only hope the extent of the excitement is in food and socialization. At least for today.]
I understand many of these people came to your aid in the endeavor with Garlemald.
[Somehow, this is not the understated description of the year. The world has shed its cloak of impossibilities so quickly, and in silence for all but those who knew when to look.]
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At his observation, she nods, a fond smile pulling at her lips as she, too, looks towards the Xaela flags in the distance.]
That they did— and I remain infinitely glad for it. I'm of the opinion that friendship is never to be taken for granted, but if it ever needed proving, I think their aid in Garlemald would have taken care of that quite thoroughly.
[They had come quite a long way to assist, as had so many others.]