"Has he said anything about her?" she asked, curious what Edmund's take on the goddess was given he had chosen to become an Ancient. She wasn't sure how much he had confided in his adopted father though. Frankly she didn't know much about his relationship with Edmund. Or Edmund at all. Just that Jude was partial to him and so she was therefore partial to him.
The chicken was moving along at a steady pace, and she kept a close eye on it as she prepared the spicy honey glaze for it. "Maybe." she parroted with a laugh. Harper didn't know how important he was. He never had. Sometimes his modesty was maddening. "No. There isn't really many people to choose from. And traditionally the affairs of the Greatwood are handled by one person." she said, shrugging a bit. But it was a bit scary thinking of taking it all on on her own.
The chicken was moving along at a steady pace, and she kept a close eye on it as she prepared the spicy honey glaze for it. "Maybe." she parroted with a laugh. Harper didn't know how important he was. He never had. Sometimes his modesty was maddening. "No. There isn't really many people to choose from. And traditionally the affairs of the Greatwood are handled by one person." she said, shrugging a bit. But it was a bit scary thinking of taking it all on on her own.
the nightingale
laughter is the language of the soul
