When Fable spoke, her eyes widened and something clicked in her mind. It was then that she smiled.
"Where's your sense of honest storytelling, Fable?" she said, suddenly sounding confident. "I thought you were a chronicler, not a fabricator."
It was odd enough that Remi knew such big words (Liseran's idea of storytelling were history books, so she had to put up with that for several weeks), but it was even odder that she seemed sure of something.
Remi moved back to the area where she had tugged on Valen and glanced at the coat on the ground. She pointed to it and looked at Valen.
"Can I look at this?" she asked.
"Where's your sense of honest storytelling, Fable?" she said, suddenly sounding confident. "I thought you were a chronicler, not a fabricator."
It was odd enough that Remi knew such big words (Liseran's idea of storytelling were history books, so she had to put up with that for several weeks), but it was even odder that she seemed sure of something.
Remi moved back to the area where she had tugged on Valen and glanced at the coat on the ground. She pointed to it and looked at Valen.
"Can I look at this?" she asked.