He let Freina speak without interruption, sensing that this was something she needed to get off her chest. He was patient as they jogged, neither approving or disapproving of her self-deprecations. Her comparisons did draw a wry quirked smile from his lips and he nodded. "It can be, yes. For most Outlanders it sounds like a similar experience."
He exhaled carefully, measuring his pace to match Freina's, sharp eyes following the broad trail of flattened grass from hopping and rolling gourds. "Perhaps this may help, but though magic is seen as a curse within the Hollowed Grounds, it's far less shunned in other regions. Magic seems to be accepted in both Halo and Torchline without facing ire from the Old Gods." He paused a moment, then asked, "Have you had time to think about what else you might consider doing with your life, if you won't inherit your family's farm anymore? Is that something you were training for?"
He exhaled carefully, measuring his pace to match Freina's, sharp eyes following the broad trail of flattened grass from hopping and rolling gourds. "Perhaps this may help, but though magic is seen as a curse within the Hollowed Grounds, it's far less shunned in other regions. Magic seems to be accepted in both Halo and Torchline without facing ire from the Old Gods." He paused a moment, then asked, "Have you had time to think about what else you might consider doing with your life, if you won't inherit your family's farm anymore? Is that something you were training for?"
