[ His wrist shifts against hers, testing the tautness of the thread that binds them. It remains intact yet, unsatisfied by what he has divulged thus far. It seems he must tell more.
Somnus's hand lifts to one of the wispier willow branches, breaking a part of it off. It will make a good base for a crown-- something that, in combination with her question, causes a memory to return to him: a courtyard with garden of blossoms, lilies, and vines. It had been afternoon, and she was draped in white silks.
No, this is not the first time he has made such a laurel for another. ]
I had a queen. [ After a moment, he replies, and the way in which he speaks of her reflects both a great deal of respect and distance. Perhaps because she has spent enough time with him, Rinea may be able to detect something else within the tone, small fissures running through granite, that of underlying regret and loss. ] Together, we had a son.
I had passed before long, however, leaving them both.
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Somnus's hand lifts to one of the wispier willow branches, breaking a part of it off. It will make a good base for a crown-- something that, in combination with her question, causes a memory to return to him: a courtyard with garden of blossoms, lilies, and vines. It had been afternoon, and she was draped in white silks.
No, this is not the first time he has made such a laurel for another. ]
I had a queen. [ After a moment, he replies, and the way in which he speaks of her reflects both a great deal of respect and distance. Perhaps because she has spent enough time with him, Rinea may be able to detect something else within the tone, small fissures running through granite, that of underlying regret and loss. ] Together, we had a son.
I had passed before long, however, leaving them both.