Live a good, honorable life.
Then when you get older and think back,
you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Then when you get older and think back,
you’ll enjoy it a second time.
Sol untucks himself from Lyra's leg as the wind and conversation resume. Her reassurance is comforting, and Zavien relaxes somewhat to know that she won't be wandering around the countryside alone. "Good."
He blinks at her comparison to a ghost in Torchline, curiosity painting his features in a new light. "Really? Maybe they were related." Or just have equally tragic stories. Considering how the Celestine Caretaker had also died, he wonders if it's a risk of the profession.
If only to find more similarities between the two, he explains, "One of the old Barrows caregivers was supposedly killed by a daemon when she wandered too far from the path." He shrugs his shoulders to add, "People claim they've seen her patrolling, attacking anyone who strays from the path. I guess she thinks she's helping them." But the terrified reports of the people suggest otherwise.
He blinks at her comparison to a ghost in Torchline, curiosity painting his features in a new light. "Really? Maybe they were related." Or just have equally tragic stories. Considering how the Celestine Caretaker had also died, he wonders if it's a risk of the profession.
If only to find more similarities between the two, he explains, "One of the old Barrows caregivers was supposedly killed by a daemon when she wandered too far from the path." He shrugs his shoulders to add, "People claim they've seen her patrolling, attacking anyone who strays from the path. I guess she thinks she's helping them." But the terrified reports of the people suggest otherwise.
Zavien
