Beneath the Strawberry Moon

Sam returned the toast with a similarly content smile, thinking to himself that it was probably the first toast he'd ever been a part of in his life. Perhaps traditionally they were not done with teacups, but he found himself perfectly happy with it. "I suppose, but I would not...I don't want to shrug off my responsibilities onto you...if Arduinna sees it as us as a group asking for help, I would not..." He paused, chewing at his lip and staring into his tea. The small and scared part of him very much wanted to give the blame to someone else and run away, but he knew it wasn't the right thing to do. "If she asks for me to pay something back, I will." Jigano seemed eager to move on, which he supposed wasn't all that surprising - their potential doom was not the most cheery subject, after all. "Yes. I do. I've been preparing the pages for the mythology collection I wish to make-- ahh, here-" Sam reached for a pile of papers on the desk, some hundred high, each treated with a colourful border of leaves and berries around the edge. Some of them bore flowers too, in reds and blues. "I still need to bind and write, but this is...a lot of the work. It's really quite meditative, when you sit down in an evening and do it." "And what will you do, now that our Guildmembers are back?" Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child