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The book of love is long and boring
Sam had certainly never heard that particular take at all, far more used to the opinion that his time alone meant he was bad at relating to people. The positive spin on things made him smile over his own tea and not for the first time, he wished he could have grown up in the kind of home Felix got to, loving and kind; who knew where he would be by now?
He laughed at her idea of him as a sage, wondering if anyone alive right now would ever consider going to him for wise words. "That will have to be many years in the future, so many that I can't even consider it right now. I certainly don't know enough to be a sage...though a enchanted broomstick does sound fun."
It was hard to see her immediate reaction to his question, but he supposed at least it was honest. "...I see. Well, hopefully one day. I'd like there to be peace." Given that he'd been one of the ones to destroy their tree though, Sam had no idea if he'd ever be included in that truce.
Talking with Vervain, even with the awkward revelation they'd had shortly into things, was calming in a way Sam didn't know he had needed; that motherly calm she gave, her willing friendliness...he hoped she was enjoying herself too, because he would certainly want to come back for more tea in the future.
{FIN}
He laughed at her idea of him as a sage, wondering if anyone alive right now would ever consider going to him for wise words. "That will have to be many years in the future, so many that I can't even consider it right now. I certainly don't know enough to be a sage...though a enchanted broomstick does sound fun."
It was hard to see her immediate reaction to his question, but he supposed at least it was honest. "...I see. Well, hopefully one day. I'd like there to be peace." Given that he'd been one of the ones to destroy their tree though, Sam had no idea if he'd ever be included in that truce.
Talking with Vervain, even with the awkward revelation they'd had shortly into things, was calming in a way Sam didn't know he had needed; that motherly calm she gave, her willing friendliness...he hoped she was enjoying herself too, because he would certainly want to come back for more tea in the future.
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No one can lift the damn thing
