Kintla Flatlands chandelier

Lol, no problem!

A young female's voice rose above the chirping sounds around them, inquiring as to who was here. He could ask the same, he supposed. Instead, however, he simply answered her question. I'm Beric, from Wheeling Gull Isle, he replied. Curiosity getting the better of him, he asked, And you are? His voice was soft, inquisitive.

his neck stretched, his gaze trying to catch a better glimpse of her. You can come out of that tall grass, if you want, he said. He'd like to know who exactly it was he was speaking with. She sounded young, but it was difficult to tell without actually seeing her.