Qeya River sloth

amalia had a secret for him. lestan leant closer at once, breathless.
she admitted she didn't know how to tell stories! 
she laughed. he chuckled. "but what's a story except a lot of words put together. i bet you could do it, if you wanted." did she want to do that?
"my family was all — mystics and witches and did you know they said lasher was a ghost or demon or spirit of some kind, made flesh?" he laughed as if in doubt. "but after all that, i am a mundane man. i love words. i love organizing old and boring histories."