Swiftcurrent Creek Narrow streets of Cobblestone

He'd always felt it made him a coward. It didn't matter if he knew it was right, or that he was determined to stand by it in spite of that. The way he froze when faced with the decision, and the terrible fear that came with it, felt like anything but strength.

This man insisted differently. Ashlar almost couldn't believe it, but he warmed a little, and broke into an uncertain smile. One that grew larger as Arric listed the things he was interested in.

I don't know much about the stars. But I love storms. They sound like music. Mama had tried to teach him of the stars at times, but just like his plant lessons with Baba, he'd never paid much attention as a child. He'd been so much more interested in play.

What does it mean, to meditate? Ashlar had never heard of such a thing, but if it was similar to the others, he suspected he would enjoy it as well.