Reaching High

"No, the--" Sam smiled and cut off as Remi seemed to understand. He had never really thought about their continent and God sharing a name, having always known from context which was being spoken of. "Well. Longnight, yes. But I mean more stories rather than whole events...tales people have passed down through the years. I love to read them. Think about people from years ago reading the same words as I am.." He smiled warmly, having enjoyed the thought for a long time; it felt like hands reaching out from the past to take his own, a gentle and kind reminder that he was not alone in his struggles. Sam had not expected Remi to be able to help - he had always lived here and he had no idea what the armour-decorations were, so why would an Outlander? He smiled politely and shook his head as if to say It's alright, it doesn't matter. He hadn't heard of it, no, and it was a long shot; but Sam made a mental note to try and help Remi out later and do some private research into the matter. The subject was not the typical kind of thing he researched (he didn't usually like topics like death) but his desire to impress Remi overrode his preferences in books. "Oh. You don't need to do that." Sam laughed, took a couple of steps down the ladder. "I probably shouldn't sit on your hard work, hm?" Speaking of Remi's hard work..he looked down to the feather Remi made and chewed at his lip, a sudden question coming to mind. "By the way...I have a golden feather in my house, in a stand...Did...did you ever make me a golden feather?" Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness