[ Silly, is it? Perhaps, but Sion's new-found companion is nothing if not a Lady true, agreeing to help him in a moment's breadth and trusting in him to return again. And if his fellow Hero had thought his greeting to be a bit overmuch, then surely his parting from her will be far greater a scene: a hand, placed over his heart as he bows his head, making to take his leave...! ]
My name is Sion, Sion Astal, and I will return your side as soon as I am able. You've my thanks.
[ He takes his leave, after that, bidding a brief farewell to the children with a wave of his hand...! And when he returns (he hadn't ventured far, merely to the shed flanking the orphanage!), it is with two pieces of timber in hand, their purpose clear: to function as parts of a ramp. But that is hardly curious, what's interesting here is how the Lady has kept the children occupied.
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My name is Sion, Sion Astal, and I will return your side as soon as I am able. You've my thanks.
[ He takes his leave, after that, bidding a brief farewell to the children with a wave of his hand...! And when he returns (he hadn't ventured far, merely to the shed flanking the orphanage!), it is with two pieces of timber in hand, their purpose clear: to function as parts of a ramp. But that is hardly curious, what's interesting here is how the Lady has kept the children occupied.
How is it, then, that she's managed? ]