We're all just ticking time bombs
Not one to kiss and tell, Falke occupies his mouth with another bite, nodding vigorously in the affirmative.
He best eat as much as he can, because the woman’s next revelation is one that truly grabs the Fixer’s attention. She lives in the Feverlands? That alone is enough to make him want to pull out his notepad and ask her a hundred questions, but that desire wars with his equally strong sense of conscientiousness. So he ends up quiet for a minute, trying his best not to scare her off by being a giddy school-boy.
“The Feverlands,” he finally echoes, obvious awe in his tone. “Now that’s one place I’ll likely never be able to go. Can you tell me more about it? Books and catalogs of flora and fauns are fine and all, but nothing compares with someone who lives there.” And then, of course, he’s reminded of the Order’s last meeting and the mention of one of Frey’s demigods. He does not assume, but what other reason would someone who lives in the Feverlands have to come here?
“Have you ever met a witch?” An innocent question, of course, but oh, how his eyes sparkle in the lamplight as he asks.
He best eat as much as he can, because the woman’s next revelation is one that truly grabs the Fixer’s attention. She lives in the Feverlands? That alone is enough to make him want to pull out his notepad and ask her a hundred questions, but that desire wars with his equally strong sense of conscientiousness. So he ends up quiet for a minute, trying his best not to scare her off by being a giddy school-boy.
“The Feverlands,” he finally echoes, obvious awe in his tone. “Now that’s one place I’ll likely never be able to go. Can you tell me more about it? Books and catalogs of flora and fauns are fine and all, but nothing compares with someone who lives there.” And then, of course, he’s reminded of the Order’s last meeting and the mention of one of Frey’s demigods. He does not assume, but what other reason would someone who lives in the Feverlands have to come here?
“Have you ever met a witch?” An innocent question, of course, but oh, how his eyes sparkle in the lamplight as he asks.
FALKE
