She remains where she is for a moment, and then slowly unfolds herself, trying to regain some composure. At last, she moves to join him, settling beside the fire. The night is not warm, and it does no good to be cold.
"I do not know it." There is a hint of shame in it, and beneath it, unacknowledged, a hint of trepidation too. She knows the Mark, even those parts she has not seen, but beyond its borders she has never really travelled - a fact that is only coming to her in full now. "But north, then. North is good." Better, at least, than west - though she does wonder about the mountains, and the Wild Men who dwell there.
And about other things, too. "What do you suppose they will think, if - when - we find them?"
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Date: 2025-03-10 08:09 pm (UTC)"I do not know it." There is a hint of shame in it, and beneath it, unacknowledged, a hint of trepidation too. She knows the Mark, even those parts she has not seen, but beyond its borders she has never really travelled - a fact that is only coming to her in full now. "But north, then. North is good." Better, at least, than west - though she does wonder about the mountains, and the Wild Men who dwell there.
And about other things, too. "What do you suppose they will think, if - when - we find them?"