[ A thought comes, a few connections necessary to form but at rapidfire pace, that it was good he had managed to introduce Tsenka to some of his blood family—less that she know them, more that they know her.
The thought closes his throat (and how joyous that day in Cumberland, her true family embracing her, finding her alive) and the shuddered breath over the line is distinct for what it is. He is somewhere alone, no castles out here, a dark field and his back to where rebel mages mill around fires.
no subject
The thought closes his throat (and how joyous that day in Cumberland, her true family embracing her, finding her alive) and the shuddered breath over the line is distinct for what it is. He is somewhere alone, no castles out here, a dark field and his back to where rebel mages mill around fires.
Fine. Maybe it is deflection. He asks, ]
Tell me more of her, if you like,
[ voice thicker. ]