"A godmother?" Isla repeated. She had heard such terms before, but only in books. There was no god to speak of back in Northaven, so the word bore little meaning. "Do you mean like a guardian? That's what I understand of the phrase." Smiling, she settled back in her seat and looked thoroughly at ease with Jigano and the tiny snoring gryphlet.
She had never heard him stumble over his words so, the healer tilting her head curiously, her hands in her lap. She waited patiently for him to find what he wanted to say, her eyes widening a fraction at the request. From her instant smile, though - of both surprise and pleasure - there was little doubt in what her answer would be. "Of course!" she told him with a nod. "It would be my honour. Is there anything in particular I need to do?"
She had never heard him stumble over his words so, the healer tilting her head curiously, her hands in her lap. She waited patiently for him to find what he wanted to say, her eyes widening a fraction at the request. From her instant smile, though - of both surprise and pleasure - there was little doubt in what her answer would be. "Of course!" she told him with a nod. "It would be my honour. Is there anything in particular I need to do?"
