nobody can give you freedom,
but you can create freedom.
but you can create freedom.
Elias chuckled quietly, as she called him noble, and shook his head. "I couldn't have left her there, with a child on the way. I do wish to have saved her though, so she'd have gotten to raise him."
He fell quiet, grinning. "Probably the sun. But being a wallflower is not a bad thing, Phoebe. It means you observe, you watch, catch things that others might miss." It meant she probably read people extremely well. "But it also paints a target on you." She knew that he knew that, the various people that watched her enter the ports knew that. "As long as you are aware of that fact, and stay aware, you'll do well."
He offered her a smirk, at her question. "You decide. Am I serious, or am I joking? Only your answer can tell." He spoke in a teasing tone, chuckling under his breath.
"Can you tell me more about where you come from?" He's never met an Outlander who's spoken to him for more than five minutes, whilst perusing wares. He, of course, knows that they all come from different places, and over the years he has grown curiouser and curiouser. His gaze wanders to the dark sky, and he offers a mirthless huff, "Perhaps it's too late for story-time..."
He fell quiet, grinning. "Probably the sun. But being a wallflower is not a bad thing, Phoebe. It means you observe, you watch, catch things that others might miss." It meant she probably read people extremely well. "But it also paints a target on you." She knew that he knew that, the various people that watched her enter the ports knew that. "As long as you are aware of that fact, and stay aware, you'll do well."
He offered her a smirk, at her question. "You decide. Am I serious, or am I joking? Only your answer can tell." He spoke in a teasing tone, chuckling under his breath.
"Can you tell me more about where you come from?" He's never met an Outlander who's spoken to him for more than five minutes, whilst perusing wares. He, of course, knows that they all come from different places, and over the years he has grown curiouser and curiouser. His gaze wanders to the dark sky, and he offers a mirthless huff, "Perhaps it's too late for story-time..."
Elias
