unsheathedfromreality: (reflect on a thousand lifetimes)
Illarion Albireo ([personal profile] unsheathedfromreality) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-01-06 07:28 pm (UTC)

After he'd spent December hiding lurking in one forest, one would think that Illarion would be sick of trees and ready for a change. One would also be terribly wrong in that, for an elf--whether or not he was also a shrike--would never grow tired of the forest. Though his errand out to Serenity Garden hadn't been about the orchard in the first place, he is of course drawn inevitably that way when he notes (from without the door) that there's no one in the shop. If the proprietor's out in her garden, so much the better; if not, he'll spend a little time examining the orchard and the herbs himself, to see if she's growing what he's looking for so he can arrange a later trade.

But, ah--luck's with him for once and she is there, even if it does sound to his sharp ears like he's intruding on something he's not meant to eavesdrop on. He halts beside the fragrant cinnamon tree, pulling down the hood of his greatcoat to be a little more personable, and remarks, "More horrible if all are speaking that language as their mother tongue, I am thinking. There is always need for those who do not turn first to war."

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