Moonspear hazine haze

Ame felt that his fondness gave her a clearer vision, so she suspected as she could piece together some semblance of a mental image--and like so many beautiful things in life, it was gone. Or as it was as he told it. She did not know how between the lines to read into, and instead, for the sake of now, she took it as it was: a homeland destroyed, either physically, or metaphorically. Though there lurked the urge to pry, she bit it back when she was left to wonder how it had left him, and if it was all too long ago.

Instead, she would test something else, and far simpler. Mynydd, she attempted with a furrowed face, though it lacked the particular handling his tongue could grant it. She didn't feel she did it justice. Too bad, though. Not that you are here—that the beauty had to end, she mentioned and shook her head, softly. I like to hear of places I will never see, I guess, she smirked subtly then, and glanced past him with interest. Are you busy? We could cover ground, the dark matron gestured vaguely down the elevations, where she was bound to be before the day was done.