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β | "That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along | + | "That's right, [[Cynis Lachid and Layochi|lady, lord]]; it was an hour after I'd crossed into the hills, heading north from [[Celeren]]. There was no rush, so the horse was just trotting along, when he walked up beside me. He had long legs, but his gait was still too relaxed to keep pace with us if he was just human. I thought he might have been one of your cousins at first - it was the green in his hair put the idea in my head - but from your training in what to look for I saw him as a spirit soon enough. His hair wasn't grass-green, it was actual green grass... |
"Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers... | "Yes, lord. His boots, too - woven from the tall grass that grows in the valley, still green but corded with brown vines... No, lady; only his staff, which he'd crossed over his shoulder and hung his hands from... He was young, lord; not more than sixteen summers... |