wisdom begins in wonder
"Rainbows? Can I see? That's fascinatin'." Your enthusiasm is undiminished by Pim's apparent dislike of you, because as far as you're concerned he really is entitled to it and you can't fault him for being honest.
As she leads you on you continue to ask questions, rapid-firing since the Friend of Frey seems to have no issue answering. Speaking of which... "How come you're called Friend'a Frey? Why'd Frey give you a dragon? Didja want a dragon? Why's he called Pim? Did he choose his name or did you?"
It isn't until you reach the garden that you stop chattering - and indeed, stop moving, your attention wholly transfixed upon the lovely array of life in the middle of the sharp lines of civilization. "Oh, hullo!" you greet the plants adoringly, the same way you might an old friend. "Lookit you, all growin' in straight lines an' small spaces. So well behaved." Smiling, you reach out to stroke a lovely chamomile, which seems to respond with happiness, its leaves rustling as it brushes against your fingers.
As she leads you on you continue to ask questions, rapid-firing since the Friend of Frey seems to have no issue answering. Speaking of which... "How come you're called Friend'a Frey? Why'd Frey give you a dragon? Didja want a dragon? Why's he called Pim? Did he choose his name or did you?"
It isn't until you reach the garden that you stop chattering - and indeed, stop moving, your attention wholly transfixed upon the lovely array of life in the middle of the sharp lines of civilization. "Oh, hullo!" you greet the plants adoringly, the same way you might an old friend. "Lookit you, all growin' in straight lines an' small spaces. So well behaved." Smiling, you reach out to stroke a lovely chamomile, which seems to respond with happiness, its leaves rustling as it brushes against your fingers.
