"Careful what you wish for," the bard murmured, half teasing but half cautionary as well. "You never know when the gods are listening... or what sort of mood they're in." Ludo might favor the pale woman, but he shuddered inwardly to think of what Frey would do if given such an opening with an Abandoned.
He nodded fervent agreement at being overprepared for LongNight. If the last two years had taught him anything, it was that there was no such thing as too much preparation, and Maea knew that even more deeply in her bones than he did.
He paused to look back, a wry smile on his face, though he was genuinely touched at her wistfulness. "It's a long walk back," he pointed out gently. "I could fly to make it go faster... but then you couldn't walk with me." He arched a silver brow in invitation, but if she demurred he was content to go on his own as well.
He nodded fervent agreement at being overprepared for LongNight. If the last two years had taught him anything, it was that there was no such thing as too much preparation, and Maea knew that even more deeply in her bones than he did.
He paused to look back, a wry smile on his face, though he was genuinely touched at her wistfulness. "It's a long walk back," he pointed out gently. "I could fly to make it go faster... but then you couldn't walk with me." He arched a silver brow in invitation, but if she demurred he was content to go on his own as well.
