Falls

It was difficult but not impossible for Raziel to understand her. It made him listen very carefully to what she was saying, watching her face as she worked out her words and taking in the tone of her soft voice to make sure he was guessing correctly. It would have been polite to assure her that her accent didn’t make things hard to understand, but Raziel was too busy winding them into the trees where they’d grow thick enough to cut the wind and, if lucky, maybe they’d come across a large granite rock or a valley that would block it completely.

As she answered his question, Raziel found his blue eyes drawn curiously to her, to watch her as she talked. He could understand the mysticism that shrouded the islands to an outsider who’d never seen them firsthand. He bobbed his head slightly in agreement to her words. If he hadn’t been born here and had a family who’d lived their entire lives here he wouldn’t believe it himself.

Speaking of his bloodline, the silver-haired mare asked him a question that Raziel paused to think about. That was always an interesting answer for Raziel. “Yes,” he said with a nod, wondering how much detail to give away, then deciding to just say what was in his head. “I was born on Tinuvel,” he talked a little slower, not rudely, but just so he could make sure he pronounced his words properly enough for her to hopefully follow. “The northern island,” he gestured toward the faraway direction where Tinuvel lay. “Very cold.”

He shifted his weight, feeling the soft, wet crunch of melted snow and fallen leaves and dirt and fresh spring grass the ground was becoming.

“I left when I was a year old.” He explained. “Came back about a year ago with my father and brother. We live on Luthien now, it’s-“ he thought about where they were and turned his head to gesture toward the east “-that way.”

He didn’t talk about the fact that three years ago he and his brother had come back to these islands for a year. She didn’t need to know that. Didn’t need to know what an awful man he was. It was… kind of nice being tucked in the trees, talking with her. He’d probably struggle to admit such a thing since he didn’t often do great with idle conversation, but Raziel was finding it easy to relax in her company and focus on her rather than the worries that’d driven him here in the first place.

of luthien's prairie zevulun x avalon, twin brother to ramiel