• me: I'm passing fond of your lands, Lady.
  • Aithnareen: Aye, your mortal blood hails from close near here, yes?
  • me: The cairns near Clava.
  • Aithnareen: I know them; I walked them with you.
  • me: You?
  • Aithnareen: And some members of my court. You drew us; you were singing.
  • me: I was praying.
  • Aithnareen: Aye. You trailed words of beauty like flower petals, like a bridal path coming home at last.