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[thewidewideworld]

{Continued from here}

Sinric heads down the stairs and out into the gardens, a wrap pulled around his shoulders and his hair still damp. He breathes in the scent of approaching evening as if committing it to memory before turning towards the lake.

He has no idea which way Athelstan might have gone but the lake always seems like a good place to start.

Comments

[thewidewideworld]

"Just so. And the Sino lowlands are perfect. And labour enough to tend it in great amount."

[athelstanthescribe]

"They have a great many people there?" he guesses.

[thewidewideworld]

He nods. "Many mouths to feed but many hands to till the fields. And land enough for all. It is a very large place indeed."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan nods thoughtfully.

"And all fit to be lived in?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Perhaps not. There are great mountainous areas that are fit only for the wolves. Beautiful but little use for farming."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Nor even for sheep, if they're full of wolves."

[thewidewideworld]

"Goats more than sheep in the high lands. Great horned cattle in the low lands."

[athelstanthescribe]

"Ah." He nods. "Goats are cleverer than sheep. They can get away from wolves by themselves, where sheep might run off a cliff in panic."

[thewidewideworld]

"So I understand. And have seen from Gyda's headstrong goats."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan has been trying so hard to keep the conversation going, but he's flagging.

"Even when they were small."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric understands and rests a gentle hand on Athelstan's arm. "Much like northern children, I would think."

He settles to a more comfortable position and picks up his book again.

{ooc: heading to fade?}

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan leans gratefully against the back of the couch, lifting his book in turn.

[ooc: looks good]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: lovely, that was very sweet.}