sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
"Of course." Safrin agreed, her fingers easily filling the voids that his shifting had produced. Perhaps in time Oliver would learn some amount of independence, but he was still young. If coddling was what he needed, she could bear it for a while longer.
"Books may keep them occupied during LongNight though. Perhaps it would keep them from wandering." She mused with a soft shrug. But as for weapons? Protections? "You haven't the magic for that, Oliver." Safrin replied, her voice gentle. "And there are master weaponsmiths such as Deimos who tried to equip everyone last year, and that failed. Remi, Wessex, Jigano, and Loren all created things last year, and still so many died. So many more wounded. The only defense needed is snow moss to deaden the sound, low lighting, and the ability to remain inside."
"Books may keep them occupied during LongNight though. Perhaps it would keep them from wandering." She mused with a soft shrug. But as for weapons? Protections? "You haven't the magic for that, Oliver." Safrin replied, her voice gentle. "And there are master weaponsmiths such as Deimos who tried to equip everyone last year, and that failed. Remi, Wessex, Jigano, and Loren all created things last year, and still so many died. So many more wounded. The only defense needed is snow moss to deaden the sound, low lighting, and the ability to remain inside."
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
