The Sunspire boy peeling a fruit

His words did not prompt the flash of teeth - this was good. He half expected to be driven off by the raven-pelted queen, and was pleased to find his company acceptable to her. As for her question, Caravaggio eased himself in to proper conversation; relaxing considerably in his posture while he responded, I am a simple man, a vagabond, and have left behind one family in order to pursue.. Something more. Caravaggio wasn't sure about his answer. The story of his departure from Alessandria Province was long and twisting and dark, not something he would willingly divulge; so the boy went with a simpler answer.

This mountain may be hard on the body, but it is only because my body is not accustomed to it. That is not the fault of the mountain, but of myself. A wan smile slipped across his face, and while he still watched the dark woman before him, there was a keen interest in what lay around them as well.

Do you have many living upon your mountain? It must attract the gaze of many - or, perhaps the mountain is not the only beauty they are after. Such bold words - now he was sure he would receive a lashing; but his voice was sincere, if a bit too heavy on the charm.