“Herian!” the grandson calls out, a strangled cry as he attempts to contain Frankin’s alligator rolls.
Marge shouted about a stranger, resulting in a few more locals rolling up to help her, even as the lads who’d led Cedric here try to explain the situation.
All in all, this could be going better.
Herian, summoned to the doorway, watches placidly. No urgency to her step, even as she carefully catches Marge’s elbow to stop her from accosting the young man.
“Your grandson speaks true.”
Flatly, but not cold - simply a statement of fact, her effort to help in response to the call.
Her gaze, though, is settled on the stranger. His restraint in accepting a beating from an elderly elven woman did not escape her - she had been severed from the Fade, not reason. A human tolerating violence from an elf, and who had come to the alienage to help do repairs, when repairs are needed all over.
no subject
Marge shouted about a stranger, resulting in a few more locals rolling up to help her, even as the lads who’d led Cedric here try to explain the situation.
All in all, this could be going better.
Herian, summoned to the doorway, watches placidly. No urgency to her step, even as she carefully catches Marge’s elbow to stop her from accosting the young man.
“Your grandson speaks true.”
Flatly, but not cold - simply a statement of fact, her effort to help in response to the call.
Her gaze, though, is settled on the stranger. His restraint in accepting a beating from an elderly elven woman did not escape her - she had been severed from the Fade, not reason. A human tolerating violence from an elf, and who had come to the alienage to help do repairs, when repairs are needed all over.
“This man is not your enemy.”