“Jaime spoke of you.” Jamie’s was a name too like one at home for her to say it the way he did but it was still recognisable. “That you are a rifter, like us and others?” It seemed more polite to make a question of it because home was always so full of gossip, her parentage only making her more used to hearing and being drawn into it constantly, but Thedas itself could be a prickly beast and she would rather tread cautiously with another world again.
At least here their voices were unlikely to scare off fish, so she tapped her rod gently to make the line dance. Maybe she’d go looking for bits and pieces to make lures with so her hands would be busy when the tent was too cold to sleep in or when camp was quiet with nothing she could help with without being a hindrance.
“Fishing on the docks or off a ship is what I’m used to, the ice is too far from me. A dear friend comes from a place as cold as this, she told me of all sorts of strange fish there. Ones with clear heads, others with blood that never freezes. Little ones that are so fatty they melt if you bring them up to the surface.” What she would give to have Brunilda here with her, her quiet companionship, teaching her how to move over snow and ice the way Araceli had taught her to swim and walk on the deck of a ship.
“I did raise him from when he was but a baby small enough to fit in one hand. But not the way you might think - Lux is a fox, not a child, probably the only child I’ll ever have though.” One could never say never after all but it almost made her laugh, to think about some little terror giving everyone grey hairs. Babies were better when you got to palm them off on the person responsible for them.
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At least here their voices were unlikely to scare off fish, so she tapped her rod gently to make the line dance. Maybe she’d go looking for bits and pieces to make lures with so her hands would be busy when the tent was too cold to sleep in or when camp was quiet with nothing she could help with without being a hindrance.
“Fishing on the docks or off a ship is what I’m used to, the ice is too far from me. A dear friend comes from a place as cold as this, she told me of all sorts of strange fish there. Ones with clear heads, others with blood that never freezes. Little ones that are so fatty they melt if you bring them up to the surface.” What she would give to have Brunilda here with her, her quiet companionship, teaching her how to move over snow and ice the way Araceli had taught her to swim and walk on the deck of a ship.
“I did raise him from when he was but a baby small enough to fit in one hand. But not the way you might think - Lux is a fox, not a child, probably the only child I’ll ever have though.” One could never say never after all but it almost made her laugh, to think about some little terror giving everyone grey hairs. Babies were better when you got to palm them off on the person responsible for them.