Deepwood Weald I had a dream that we flew on golden wings

Sandy frowned in thought. Unsure what she meant. Proud thoughts, well that he could certainly understand. But the rest was confusing to him. He had to puzzle it out. Perhaps that was what she meant, and he was not the brightest at times he was a little slow thinking, but it was simply cause he thought about what he said before he said it.

So these men, despite that they seemed respectable, you worried that their hearts wouldn't be strong enough to love your girl more than anything else? Then they shouldn't be offering. If they can't offer their entire heart, then they don't deserve her.

They sound like the one that gave me this. He motioned at the scar on his face. The man who had taken all he could from his sister, but gave nothing back. He knew men like that and hated them.