"Mm - well, I suppose folk might think you a cougar, love, but if you dislike it, I will leave when it happens" He promises.
He guessed that much as well, and it saddens him - elves, the stories say, are immortal, or close to it. If Lisa has not echoed the ears, not here in the boundaries of Locke... she is not. And he refuses to live immortal without her.
"I admit, I am rather hoping for something useful or fun! Did you know Thorir echoed a golden harp and the skill to play it?"
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"Mm - well, I suppose folk might think you a cougar, love, but if you dislike it, I will leave when it happens" He promises.
He guessed that much as well, and it saddens him - elves, the stories say, are immortal, or close to it. If Lisa has not echoed the ears, not here in the boundaries of Locke... she is not. And he refuses to live immortal without her.
"I admit, I am rather hoping for something useful or fun! Did you know Thorir echoed a golden harp and the skill to play it?"