Narda listened, thoughtful, as he explained what effect, if any, this connection through their minds would have on her. He offered to give some sign that the connection had begun and reassured her again that it was safe. “I know I am not obligated, but I am nevertheless comforted that it would be you doing it.” She brushed his hand with her thumb. “I do feel flattered that my clumsy attempts at description are enough for you. But if you would like to see through my eyes, I will oblige.” Narda grinned. “If all I need to do is look and relax, I can manage that well enough.”

She turned towards the afternoon sun, already well on its way down from its zenith. “I may travel a lot, but I do love my home. The flowers are lovely, even in this time of year. I like how the afternoon sun glows warmly over everything, and the meadows for which my family’s lands are known look like they’re blushing with all the color. A different kind of sea. If we have the leisure of walking down among the flowers, you can smell them, too.” 

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The innkeeper set the two pints of ale in front of them. Kire murmured her thanks in Taakalon, then sipped from her mug. “I should. I don’t know why I always start off worrying about things as if I’m the sole bearer of these burdens when Ed and Jan have always shared it with me. Though this would be the first time they’d be asked to be more involved in something magic-related. Now that Etta’s got magic blossoming inside her, we really should make it a family effort.”

She absentmindedly tapped the sides of the mug, mulling something over. “Earlier, in the tent. You answered Daryll’s question about elves and when magic manifests in them.” She glanced at him, gauging his reaction to the topic. “I take it you didn’t fully intend to volunteer that information in front of the others?”