"Lady Frea," The words come out in almost a purr. "Forgive me in advance, you know I think very highly of you and I don't mean to blaspheme, to be blasphemous, to be talking in blasphemy ..."
One of those has to have been right, he thinks. Anyway, he continues.
"... but those are the sorts of things that everyone loves about the spring."
It's not as if the birds don't sing lovely songs. Or the flowers coming into bloom don't give a pleasing scent. Or the nice weather offers a kind of renewal to all the life that seemed to stagnate during the winter, but it's something of a basic view of the season. And Han has been paying more attention than he lets on.
"I'm fond of the sharp of new sword grass when it rakes across my back. The way the earth smells after it gets damp from a spring rain. The way berries ripened by the newly warm weather feel on the tongue. The steady, constant rhythm of a river that's flowing once again."
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Date: 2016-08-18 01:10 pm (UTC)One of those has to have been right, he thinks. Anyway, he continues.
"... but those are the sorts of things that everyone loves about the spring."
It's not as if the birds don't sing lovely songs. Or the flowers coming into bloom don't give a pleasing scent. Or the nice weather offers a kind of renewal to all the life that seemed to stagnate during the winter, but it's something of a basic view of the season. And Han has been paying more attention than he lets on.
"I'm fond of the sharp of new sword grass when it rakes across my back. The way the earth smells after it gets damp from a spring rain. The way berries ripened by the newly warm weather feel on the tongue. The steady, constant rhythm of a river that's flowing once again."