>>5802834You nodded, though your own understanding the subtlety of fairy philosophy was… perhaps not so deep, or so zealous. It sounded to YOU like a matter of degree… Though you suppose, as someone who had participated in a lethal battle against goblinkind, you couldn’t claim to not be a killer… But then, neither could Nemenmo, as you recalled.
“You killed some of them.”
She looked away—towards her fellows. They were eating some mix of grains, thin and lean meat, and spicy herbs and seed-pods. They were gathered around your energetic father, who was making eyes at some of the female Ashurati, and by his gestures was telling the tale of his (admittedly glorious and valorous) battle against the goblins. And… Oh gods, yes, there was his lute. Pearce looked over at you with desperation, but you just gave him a helpless shrug and followed Nemenmo’s eyes to her companion.
“You did it to save this Nament,” you concluded.
She nodded.
“How was he captured?” you asked.
She looked back at you, and a small half-smile appeared on her face, a mxi of pride and embarrassment.
“Thieving,” she said, simply.
Of course.
“The way you two escaped…”
“Yes?” she asked, wary again, her voice fast and snappy.
“…Feycraft?” you inferred.
She nodded, slowly.
“<Sand-Swimming>,” she said, “and <Daylight>. Gifts from the ancestors who are of the earth, and the sun and the sky.”
