"Always," she agrees quietly. "Everything he taught me was to protect me, or be useful." And she's never been one for idle hands, which her hands will show when touched. Sword. Bow. Weaving. Surviving.
Canien nods. "She was called Haleth. A mortal. Only her clan attended the wedding in their custom. It was not spoken of. But..." her gaze dip, and there's a bit of a shy smile, odd on her lips.
"His brothers weren't told, but they all seemed to find ways to help me, to teach me. None of us spoke of why."
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Date: 2020-09-14 11:21 pm (UTC)Canien nods. "She was called Haleth. A mortal. Only her clan attended the wedding in their custom. It was not spoken of. But..." her gaze dip, and there's a bit of a shy smile, odd on her lips.
"His brothers weren't told, but they all seemed to find ways to help me, to teach me. None of us spoke of why."