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He patted the air above Faline as she became quiet after speaking of a warrior. He smiled, [color=007236]"All greatness passes, like water in a river; it passes by quickly, but is precious to everything that needs it. But something comes better down the stream, like yourself, young Faline."[/color] He rocked a bit as he moved forward behind and to the side of her, [color=007236]"It could be considered pride, it could be considered a hardship... But, while grief can be good, be blessed to know that it is a part of your life, to begin with. Celebrate that, and hope that it shows in others around you Young Faline." 
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He just smiled down at her with rosy cheeks underneath that thickly bearded demeanor; he looked jolly with the intent of happiness, [color=007236]"It is like a fish trying to fly; only if flying is in its name does it do so, but they still try to fly, and they soar higher with each jump out of the water. It is a beautiful and hopeful thing to see something that would be hard to achieve tried so many times. But you can fly should you wish."[/color] He tried to joke if he could adequately make jokes, let alone metaphors that made sense to all but those who likely lacked good sanity. 

He looked at the trees and frowned as he slowly placed his hand forward protectively; he noticed no birds. Birds were always a good sign; hearing them sing and listening to their beauty is priceless, but when they are gone, something is wrong. All warriors knew that, if anything moved, birds stopped singing. He saw the finger go to the lip, but also realized that if the birds had stopped, they were likely being watched or at least listen for too. He wanted to seem as if he was crouching down to clear brush or something so that he may sit, but in reality, he realized that this mission was likely to have problems from the first day.

He just stopped and crouched down a bit to place his hand to the ground, and he listened; he did not do much moving, [color=007236]"For those, who wish to take a break, I would suggest getting beside me. It will be cold soon."[/color] he said as he looked over at Faline. His other hand slipping towards his helmet under his cloak, as his other hand went to his sword. Not pulling it out completely, but then  [color=007236]"Do you hear birds, or are they just listening to our song? So quiet and tender they are to let us have our way with the beauty of the forest." 
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