Nate !
Nathaniel hasn't thought about it either, really. Difficult to quantify Longnight itself when he spent so much of it in the farthest corner of the house he could find, door shut against more than monsters. When he bolted at the first opportunit, leaving it all behind for someone else to clean up. Now — now he's accustomed to it. No different from patching the roof after heavy snow, ripping up the floorboards after a flood. He thinks on it for a time before he answers, shifting to stand with his hands on the porch railing, eyes sweeping over the fields.
"Always?" he repeats, and rolls his shoulders, a shrug turning into a stretch. "As long as I've been alive. What — What is Deepfrost like where you come from?" Nathaniel frowns, stumbling a little over the question as he asks it. As if he has no right, as if it's some breach of a carefully maintained barrier to ask her this small, innocuous thing.
"Always?" he repeats, and rolls his shoulders, a shrug turning into a stretch. "As long as I've been alive. What — What is Deepfrost like where you come from?" Nathaniel frowns, stumbling a little over the question as he asks it. As if he has no right, as if it's some breach of a carefully maintained barrier to ask her this small, innocuous thing.
