He chuckles good-naturedly at that. "It is. I don't have many either."
Faro inhales to speak, then pauses, worries his lip a moment, mulling his words over. This time it's not because he's afraid of stuttering, it's more that he's not sure how much to say. If anyone can understand it though, it'd be Colin, given what he revealed a few moments ago.
"The friend I spoke of the other night, was... Nelda." There's a softness to the way he says her name that suggests he's rarely said it of late. It's more precious to him than a name should be. "We were going to marry. I made that for her, for our wedding."
He turns his head and points back over his shoulder at the white cloak pinned up to the wall. White and regal, lined with fur, with delicately embroidered ivory vines and goldwork leaves about the hood. Nelda would've looked beautiful in it.
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Faro inhales to speak, then pauses, worries his lip a moment, mulling his words over. This time it's not because he's afraid of stuttering, it's more that he's not sure how much to say. If anyone can understand it though, it'd be Colin, given what he revealed a few moments ago.
"The friend I spoke of the other night, was... Nelda." There's a softness to the way he says her name that suggests he's rarely said it of late. It's more precious to him than a name should be. "We were going to marry. I made that for her, for our wedding."
He turns his head and points back over his shoulder at the white cloak pinned up to the wall. White and regal, lined with fur, with delicately embroidered ivory vines and goldwork leaves about the hood. Nelda would've looked beautiful in it.