"I told you. I was the bird in the caravan," she says. It's not time yet for her to know who she is. She will likely tell him, and she doesn't want him to know just yet.
"I know what you are, and I know why the witch-woman never knew that you were there," she explains. "I know who seeks you and why she needs you. Also, I know the provenance of the topaz stone you wear upon a silver chain about your waist. Knowing this, and what manner of thing you are, I know the obligation you must be under."
Now, with a little more daring, she reaches out to touch him. With her delicate fingers, she gently pushes the hair away from his face. He doesn't move, or respond.
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:13 am (UTC)"I know what you are, and I know why the witch-woman never knew that you were there," she explains. "I know who seeks you and why she needs you. Also, I know the provenance of the topaz stone you wear upon a silver chain about your waist. Knowing this, and what manner of thing you are, I know the obligation you must be under."
Now, with a little more daring, she reaches out to touch him. With her delicate fingers, she gently pushes the hair away from his face. He doesn't move, or respond.