[It wasn't the eyepatch, and it wasn't that he was a young man, but it was all of it, surrounded by the snow and the sound of this young man's breathing, that for a moment, Henry was there again, in the war-that-wasn't... they were so young then, they thought they were so tall...
But they weren't in Arkesh, and Henry wasn't 17 anymore. He took a deep breath and smiled.
What a kind young man. Clad only in good summer clothes and still stopping to offer a stranger help. He turned to face the young man squarely, just in case he needed to lip read, and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth.]
Yes, I'll be alright. Just my own folly. I'm happy to write along with you; what is your preference?
Re: farmland foiled
But they weren't in Arkesh, and Henry wasn't 17 anymore. He took a deep breath and smiled.
What a kind young man. Clad only in good summer clothes and still stopping to offer a stranger help. He turned to face the young man squarely, just in case he needed to lip read, and tucked his hands into his pockets for warmth.]
Yes, I'll be alright. Just my own folly. I'm happy to write along with you; what is your preference?