He considered her words with the same spark of curiosity he felt from her, and green eyes crinkled slightly at the edges as he inclined his head respectfully to the bright, beautiful little bird. What is a story of Frey that you have heard? he asked her, deciding there was only one way to find out what was similar and what was different between their worlds.
New stories and new life went hand in hand as the willow seeds found their new home and a sense of quiet relief washed lightly through the bond at her assurance. I have never planted a dryland seed before, he admitted. Mostly he had been copying the bird's actions from earlier. But I have seen willows along the freshwater riverbanks when I travel inland. And even then that was only a recent occurrence that he had to draw from.
New stories and new life went hand in hand as the willow seeds found their new home and a sense of quiet relief washed lightly through the bond at her assurance. I have never planted a dryland seed before, he admitted. Mostly he had been copying the bird's actions from earlier. But I have seen willows along the freshwater riverbanks when I travel inland. And even then that was only a recent occurrence that he had to draw from.
