Firefly Glen watch the flames burn auburn on the mountainside

The golden king blinked in surprise, thinking that her own question was similarly blunt. He didn't mind it, though.
I am honest. Is that so surprising, Tilor? Jerrik wondered, then, what kind of wolves lived in this place. Briefly he remembered similar words, and in his mind he saw a familiar face. His eyes flitted briefly to the corpse, and he could barely contain the fresh wave of grief. The strange suddenness of his mood changes didn't yet strike the sun-child as off; he was too focused, too dazzled by Mara.
Perhaps those before me were simply too cowardly to speak of your beauty. His tone was light, but he meant the words. Jerrik could not fathom looking at the creature before him and seeing anything other than an angel, a goddess perhaps-- a queen.