[ Trahearne only hums quietly as he takes another sip of his tea. A larger one, this time, allowing Syrlya the space to speak in the meanwhile. When he lowers the cup from his lips, he watches the surface of the liquid ripple in the firelight.
That reminds him--
Except the thought goes, because there comes a question. ]
A picnic blanket would be easier to carry. It would also afford us the luxury of sitting how we wish. [ And not confined to chairs.
But the thought of being sprawled out on the snow, while it wouldn't have bothered him in his normal body, causes a little shiver to run through him, and he huddles in on himself a little more. How does Adelis live. ]
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[ Trahearne only hums quietly as he takes another sip of his tea. A larger one, this time, allowing Syrlya the space to speak in the meanwhile. When he lowers the cup from his lips, he watches the surface of the liquid ripple in the firelight.
That reminds him--
Except the thought goes, because there comes a question. ]
A picnic blanket would be easier to carry. It would also afford us the luxury of sitting how we wish. [ And not confined to chairs.
But the thought of being sprawled out on the snow, while it wouldn't have bothered him in his normal body, causes a little shiver to run through him, and he huddles in on himself a little more. How does Adelis live. ]