Hoshor Plains unreal unearth

This is a good thing to hear. I am also well, Fjall smiled warmly. Regardless of nerves, he would always be enduringly kind and unfailingly openhearted, the latter quality becoming evident at his next words. Not entirely… he admitted cautiously of his supposed settling. He moved to stand beside her and gestured towards the bison. It is strange to me, to live so near such beasts. To hear them breathing in the night. To wade through them each day. It is like walking among the gods.

But this is becoming familiar to me. Soon, it will not be so strange, I think. A breath, a pause, then he looked to her. Is this also new to you? Intuitively, he felt that she was here because of her husband and not because this was her first choice in lifestyle.