They remember the world being young. You'd like them. The spirits are there, and it's…it's not like when mages here do things with them, they love them. Respect them. Even when a whole forest is burnt away to nothing for the new one to sprout up, some spirit will know about it to tell an augur and his apprentices about it to tell the hold.
[If Yngvi had to pick a thing to be that sounded like faith--
It's not so bad. Piecemeal. That's what all this is, this having that he has between where the Boneflayers are and Kirkwall now.]
Wren left her really big dog here [the way someone tries to sound annoyed but can't, what a good dog] and there's lots of blankets now thanks. Me and the nugs and a dog and a goose. Stole some tea too.
[Not drinking. Being better about things. Less to worry about.]
I was among them several months ago, I found them to be good Men. It is important that they remember. It is a large measure of what makes them good.
[ yngvi cannot see, and it does not last, but his eyes soften. this one is so gently earnest. he is many things thranduil has never seen a dwarf be, often right next to things he is. but on this, this kindness, this childishness--
he is an elf. they are fond of the young of any race by design. ]
If you ever go to Honey Badger Hold, go meet their Augur or at least Aura. You'd be able to talk for hours, she's got a spirit friend now.
[Her letters are strange little things when he gets them, probably the same as whenever she mentions she's written to his lady but she's happy. Healthy. Whole. What more can you ask for these days?]
An Orlesian one, dark red so I think they put berries in it. Smells all wintery and spiced. Mulled wine without the wine.
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[If Yngvi had to pick a thing to be that sounded like faith--
It's not so bad. Piecemeal. That's what all this is, this having that he has between where the Boneflayers are and Kirkwall now.]
Wren left her really big dog here [the way someone tries to sound annoyed but can't, what a good dog] and there's lots of blankets now thanks. Me and the nugs and a dog and a goose. Stole some tea too.
[Not drinking. Being better about things. Less to worry about.]
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[ yngvi cannot see, and it does not last, but his eyes soften. this one is so gently earnest. he is many things thranduil has never seen a dwarf be, often right next to things he is. but on this, this kindness, this childishness--
he is an elf. they are fond of the young of any race by design. ]
What sort of tea?
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[Her letters are strange little things when he gets them, probably the same as whenever she mentions she's written to his lady but she's happy. Healthy. Whole. What more can you ask for these days?]
An Orlesian one, dark red so I think they put berries in it. Smells all wintery and spiced. Mulled wine without the wine.
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You will come find me if you need anything.