[ He falls into another troubled silence. They do like their yearly celebrations. He's participated in many - never directly but in the background, allowing himself to forget that the world is fractured, broken, for one brief night.
A bout of homesickness takes him and he seems to sag into his chair with yet another, small sigh. ]
He does like dancing. And singing. [ And dressing in fine clothes and jewellery to cover the scars of his childhood. ] I will see what I can do.
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A bout of homesickness takes him and he seems to sag into his chair with yet another, small sigh. ]
He does like dancing. And singing. [ And dressing in fine clothes and jewellery to cover the scars of his childhood. ] I will see what I can do.