"I'll make sure to nudge you about it regularly," the Provost teased agreeably. "That sounds like an excellent project for the Hall. Something personal and fun to work on in between the Chronicle and personal journals. I know those can often contain records of tragedies and loss," he added, his lighthearted mood dropping somewhat at the reminder of Adam and Coffee's recent deaths.
The wistful twist on childhood memories brought the smile back to his lips, though it was still tinged with sadness as he looked out over the snowy land beyond and let it shift in his mind's eye to a different place and time, decades and worlds away. "Oh yes," he agreed. "I don't have siblings, and I was somewhat of a weedy academic even as a child, but after lessons at Brigh's Temple I'd still join the other children sometimes, throwing snowballs or building snowmen. Or mother and I would play hide-and-seek in it in our fox shapes. I get my white coloring from her side of the family," he revealed with a rueful smile. He wanted to ask if Sam had played in it, as well... but he knew enough of his friend's past to know the bookmaker's childhood had been difficult while he lived with his parents, and Deepfrost was often a frenzy of preparations for LongNight. "Have you ever been sledding?" he asked instead, an activity that could be done alone and with minimal tools. A large enough strip of bark would do in a pinch.
The offer was met eagerly, the bard nodding as he turned to follow his friend back out of the worst of the wind and back to street level. "Oh that sounds lovely. Rather like the reading room in your shop, it sounds like?"
The wistful twist on childhood memories brought the smile back to his lips, though it was still tinged with sadness as he looked out over the snowy land beyond and let it shift in his mind's eye to a different place and time, decades and worlds away. "Oh yes," he agreed. "I don't have siblings, and I was somewhat of a weedy academic even as a child, but after lessons at Brigh's Temple I'd still join the other children sometimes, throwing snowballs or building snowmen. Or mother and I would play hide-and-seek in it in our fox shapes. I get my white coloring from her side of the family," he revealed with a rueful smile. He wanted to ask if Sam had played in it, as well... but he knew enough of his friend's past to know the bookmaker's childhood had been difficult while he lived with his parents, and Deepfrost was often a frenzy of preparations for LongNight. "Have you ever been sledding?" he asked instead, an activity that could be done alone and with minimal tools. A large enough strip of bark would do in a pinch.
The offer was met eagerly, the bard nodding as he turned to follow his friend back out of the worst of the wind and back to street level. "Oh that sounds lovely. Rather like the reading room in your shop, it sounds like?"
