"As am I," Isla murmured, and something warm kindled within her at the term. Friends. It was endearing and she realised, all at once, that she'd not had many friends back in Northaven or Northwind. Not so many as she had now - perhaps there was something positive about their tumble into this place, after all.
She felt his warmth on his shoulder, very vaguely, in that it wasn't the same as the Glade around them, and that was enough to put a smile on her lips as they watched the luxere approach and start to enjoy the feast laid out for them.
"I suppose so," she agreed, keeping her voice equally as hushed. "They couldn't migrate - where would they go? Hibernation seems plausible. But then perhaps their antlers only glow in the colder months? They could be ordinary reindeer the rest of the year. Perhaps we should see if we can keep tabs on this little family? We might be able to find out."
She felt his warmth on his shoulder, very vaguely, in that it wasn't the same as the Glade around them, and that was enough to put a smile on her lips as they watched the luxere approach and start to enjoy the feast laid out for them.
"I suppose so," she agreed, keeping her voice equally as hushed. "They couldn't migrate - where would they go? Hibernation seems plausible. But then perhaps their antlers only glow in the colder months? They could be ordinary reindeer the rest of the year. Perhaps we should see if we can keep tabs on this little family? We might be able to find out."
