[He speaks of other things- ostensibly prettier things, but he almost needn't bother. She is so overwhelmed with what she's seeing right now that she can't even begin to think of needing it to be better. For so long all she'd ever seen around her when she left the manor or was carried through the village was trees. Tall, dark trees, as far as the eyes could see...
But here there is sky... hills... flowers...
Just barely, she remembers she should respond to what he says from where she sits in the cradle of his arm, her too-tiny feet dangling uselessly beneath the layers of lacy gown.]
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But here there is sky... hills... flowers...
Just barely, she remembers she should respond to what he says from where she sits in the cradle of his arm, her too-tiny feet dangling uselessly beneath the layers of lacy gown.]
Why can we not linger... ?