Book: River of Dreams
Quotes of Book: River of Dreams
Sile looked momentarily stymied, then shook his head sharply. "You wont go alone.""I can't ask anyone--""You aren't asking," Sile said firmly. "I'm insisting--""Grandfather, nay," Runach said, stunned. "I couldn't allow it.""Allow it?" Sile repeated, looking as if the gale were readying for another good blow. "Who do you think you are, whelp, to tell me what to do?""I believe, your Majesty," Aisling said quietly, "he's someone who loves you..."Runach didn't dare smile, because his grandfather would have made the effort to get up out of his chair so he could deliver a brisk blow to the back of a grandson's head, of that he was certain."Besides, I'm going to go along to keep him safe."Sile closed his eyes briefly before he leaned forward and looked at Aisling seriously. "You, my gel?""Me, Your Majesty."Runach watched his grandfather look at his wife in consternation."Are you listening to this?" he asked in disbelief. "She isn't even spawn of mine, and yet she exhibits this unsettling 'independence'." "I find it quite admirable, husband." Runach pushed away from the wall and walked over to squat down by Aisling's chair. He looked up at her."I want you to stay here."She looked at him for a moment or two, then reached out and touched his scarred cheek. "This is my quest, and I must see it through to the end, wherever that end might lie.""I'll think about it," he said, and by that he meant not a chance in hell. He rose and glanced at his grandfather."I appreciate your concern, but I'm going alone."Sile rubbed his hands over his face. "Breagha?""Aye, my love?""When did I lose control over my progeny?""Several centuries ago, I believe, dear.""It seems more recent than that.""I don't think so, darling. book-quoteRunach took the book in hand and went to look for that Bruadarian lass, who was likely having a conversation with the flora and fauna of his grandfather's garden...He just hadn't expected her to be singing.It wasn't loud singing, though he could hear it once he'd wandered the garden long enough to catch sight of her, standing beneath a flowering linden tree, holding a blossom in her hand. Runach came to a skidding halt and gaped at her.Very well, so he had ceased to think of her as plain directly after Gobhann, and he had been struggling to come up with a worthy adjective ever since. He supposed he might spend the rest of his life trying, and never manage it.It was difficult to describe a dream.He had to sit down on the first bench he found, because he couldn't stand any longer. He wondered if the day would come where she ceased to surprise him with the things she did.Her song was nothing he had ever heard before, but for some reason it seemed familiar in a way he couldn't divine. It was enough for the moment to simply sit there and watch as she and the tree--and several of the flowers, it had to be said--engaged in an ethereal bit of music making. It was truthfully the most beautiful thing he had ever heard, and that was saying something, because the musicians who graced his grandfather's hall were unequalled in any Elvish hall he'd ever visited. And then Runach realized why what she was doing sounded so familiar.She was singing in Fadaire.He grasped for the rapidly disappearing shreds of anything resembling coherent thought, but it was useless. All he could do was sit on that very cold bench and listen to a woman who had hardly set foot past her place of incarceration, sing a song in his mother's native tongue, that would have brought any elf in the vicinity to tears if they had heard it. He knew because it was nigh onto bringing him to that place in spite of his sorry, jaded self. book-quoterunach
