"The gods reward the bold," Hild countered gently. Still, she paused and cocked her head, lifting a knowing brow at Gannicus. "Sometimes, that is."
She pushed at his hand, curled around the cup, silently encouraging him to drink more as she cleaned her cloth and dabbed at his chest.
"There is a song back home. My... hm, my best friend sang it, said it, played it out with me when we were children with wooden swords and sticks. The story of men who went to war against my forefathers. They lost. They died. But the song..."
She recited a few lines of it, quickly losing herself to the repetitive rhythm and apple-round roll of British on her tongue. "He loved the song. He wished to be such a hero, bright and shining before he died."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2016-05-17 01:44 am (UTC)She pushed at his hand, curled around the cup, silently encouraging him to drink more as she cleaned her cloth and dabbed at his chest.
"There is a song back home. My... hm, my best friend sang it, said it, played it out with me when we were children with wooden swords and sticks. The story of men who went to war against my forefathers. They lost. They died. But the song..."
She recited a few lines of it, quickly losing herself to the repetitive rhythm and apple-round roll of British on her tongue. "He loved the song. He wished to be such a hero, bright and shining before he died."