"Maybe we should talk about something else." Maybe I should kick you in the face.
But she merely offered a polite nod, as though accepting that he wanted to change the subject. She was angry (more at herself than at him) but that didn't mean that he needed to know that. After all, he would probably just write her off as a silly child (who didn't know about the Starplane or other worlds or anything fun) not worth his time. And despite the fact that she was growing to dislike the boy, she was not going to be the one to walk away, to give up. If nothing else, the girl was stubborn.
But his question brought another twist of irritation to the girl, for of course the brilliant Rikyn had been to most of the herdlands. Whyever wouldn't he have been? "Me too," she lied easily, smiling sweetly. If she had gained nothing else from her mother, her ability to weave a story was impeccable. "I've been to the Basin -" briefly, in a blizzard, so I didn't actually see anything "- and the Dragon's Throat -" well, I was invited, does that count? "- and the Edge." I did kind of walk by it once, didn't I? "I'm more of a wanderer, though," she added. "I didn't stay in the herds for very long." The girl shrugged nonchalantly. Perhaps that would be enough to keep him from bombarding her with his absurd questions.
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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