Only Close My Eyes To Blink

My head shakes when I sleep too long, And my mom cries when I sing this song

Already Hester was putting together a list of songs in her head, well known Halovian bar songs, and those with long high notes, made for the mountains and tundras. Of course, there wasn't a real timeline given, so she had no idea how long she had to tweak her list, to work on new compositions, but she didn't dare ask for one, not after it felt like she'd been granted to world. It felt as if the chance could disappear if she poked at it too much.

It's a little discouraging to hear that the Warden had encountered no fae, though the feeling is immediately left behind in favour of excitement and awe. To hear anything of the lands beyond Halo felt like a treat, even if it was only about apparently animate trees and secrets. "I want to learn music from them, if they can be found." Perhaps, with a goal, a wish, she'll be luckier.

The warning about the Hollowed Grounds was accepted with a grave nod, Hester reaching out to take her mug of cider once it had been poured, holding it between her hands so the warmth can seep into her. "Is it the people, or just the place?" Comes the curious question, Hester hungry for any first hand account. Better to have all the information she could, going somewhere new.

Hester