saiden
"Well, she certainly seems to have taught you well, however unorthodox her methods might've been." Saiden's tone was admiring, though whether it was of Weaver or her mother (or both) was hard to tell. "I never got the chance to know my mother, sadly. She died in childbirth. Had some stepmoms though." He smiled a bit nostalgically as well, a match for her own expression.
Shaking his head at her question, he grinned. "Nope. I'm an Outlander, from a land called Northaven. Though I've been here in Torchline for close to two years, and I like to think I fit in nicely." Glancing at her, his grin gained a bit of an edge. "I know you're not from around here. So where are you from?" Still picking his way down the beach, the port was growing larger on the horizon.
Shaking his head at her question, he grinned. "Nope. I'm an Outlander, from a land called Northaven. Though I've been here in Torchline for close to two years, and I like to think I fit in nicely." Glancing at her, his grin gained a bit of an edge. "I know you're not from around here. So where are you from?" Still picking his way down the beach, the port was growing larger on the horizon.
