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reverie. it fit the one in front of him, her tawny fur and sunlit eyes and hesitating words. "bjarna sounds very welcoming!" lestan exulted softly. "it can be hard to understand — how to take kindness. especially if it has not always been forthcoming. but maybe you can learn a new language there. and, if you don't mind me saying, you're awfully good at getting close to the borders without being detected. maybe you could be a rogue!"
his voice was teasing then, but he meant it well. "winter is difficult and long." the humour had banked down in his honeyblue eyes, not quite dying away but lestan was somber now. "i think that if bjarna has a home for you, where you are treated nicely, you should stay. when the warm times come back, you could travel again, if you wanted."
the mayfair flexed his feet against the ground and wondered at himself, wondered why words had always come so easily to him.