Blackfeather Woods She's Never Gonna Sing Them No More

As the prince spoke to the sweet-tempered woman, his trot began to slow. Before he had realized it, they were walking at a reasonable, but much calmer pace. The effect of her listening skills was indeed a positive one on his troubled soul. Talking was not something he was used to after having spent so much of his time alone. Something about her presence, despite her enormous size, was comforting.
Taikon looked at her as she mentioned the doormat comment. She wasn't a person that he'd think of as a doormat. It was hard to imagine an intimidating figure like her to be submissive or even bending, though she had been pleasant to be around. To the second bit, he nodded. That's true, he agreed. He generally didn't expect anyone to be his friend. Such relationships were not things that lasted in his life. Everyone he had ever known had broken ties with him in one way or another.
He wondered for a moment if Gracious would be the same. Were you born at the Spire, then? he asked, quickly attempting to shift the subject away from himself. The prince found her rather fascinating.