He closed the door behind him, slow, stealthy, and just as carefully pulled back the curtains. The afternoon sunlight, which fell on this side of the Gallows in the afternoon, could stream in and make little star-fields with the dust motes.
"I have a surprise for you," He tells her, quiet, as if it were a great secret to be imparted in this intelligence, and then-- shows her his gift. It's gold, pure silk, flying with all the flash of a great bird spreading its wings as he shakes it up and spreads it over Sina's sickbed in one fluid motion. It settles across her legs like liquid riches, and the sunlight shines on it like true gold, "A queen of the Dales must have a mantle of gold."
This, clearly a joke-- and yet, not so teasing when compared to the reality.
"...It's no magical forest, of course, but I do my humble best."
An afternoon visit to Sina, on a good patch?
He closed the door behind him, slow, stealthy, and just as carefully pulled back the curtains. The afternoon sunlight, which fell on this side of the Gallows in the afternoon, could stream in and make little star-fields with the dust motes.
"I have a surprise for you," He tells her, quiet, as if it were a great secret to be imparted in this intelligence, and then-- shows her his gift. It's gold, pure silk, flying with all the flash of a great bird spreading its wings as he shakes it up and spreads it over Sina's sickbed in one fluid motion. It settles across her legs like liquid riches, and the sunlight shines on it like true gold, "A queen of the Dales must have a mantle of gold."
This, clearly a joke-- and yet, not so teasing when compared to the reality.
"...It's no magical forest, of course, but I do my humble best."