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“Maybe,” answers the girl, trying her best to sound happy about the idea of making a necklace, but finding that, deep down, it just made her miss her family all that much more. She wasn’t even all that sure why she was saddened by the thought of it - they had never made jewelry together, after all – until she remembers her Uncle Bart, and the handmade trinket he had given to her on her first birthday. It had been an ugly lump of wood that was roughly carved and colored, but that hadn’t mattered to the girl one bit; it was from Uncle Barty, and he had made it with love. Besides, it had been the only trinket like it in all of the World’s Edge. A trinket that had been promised to be a magical thing, designed to keep her safe. She had put it in the branches of Trewdwellan (her home), and looked upon it each morning, before she’d set off to the greenhouse… Glad that the mare hadn’t noticed she was upset (or at least hadn’t said anything), the girl tries her best to not let yet another sudden wave of melancholy spoil her afternoon with the nice stranger. Continuing on with the aimless assortment of stones from mixed to Maude-and-Eden selects, the girl is glad her question steers the conversation away from the topic of making. For someone who had just lost so much, bringing new things into the world, well, maybe it was a bit too much. She is from Day, explains Eden, and why Maude hadn’t thought that the other kingdoms might have been named after periods of the day strikes her like a backhand. What an idiot! She mentally chides herself, her lips actually managing to curve up into a soft smile as she deposits a pretty, dark blue-gray stone into the treasure pile. “It’s pretty,” answers the darling, lifting her head from the riverbed to look on the blue sky overhead, as if momentarily recalling its natural splendors, before she looks back to the warrior woman alongside her, “there are tall, jagged cliffs to the south, and a big, rolling field that seems like it never ends. And even the swamp isn’t so bad… it wasn’t as scary as I’d thought it would be. I think my favorite was the Court, though.” Remembering the tall tower and (to her, anyway) its lavish exterior and equally formidable smaller buildings, her eyes become wide and glistening, full of the excitement that comes with youthful eyes beholding a new world through dreamer’s lenses. Though she hadn’t gone into the buildings, she just knew there were all sorts of delights to be found within them. “Is there a tower in Day, too?” she questions next, a lopsided smile finding purchase on her face, “this is as far north as I’ve made it yet.” |
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