23.Jan.12, 11:24 PM
Lymsleia raised an eyebrow. She had heard the songs and stories. "It's how Falen's hold started. We were a minor cot hold, at least according to my Aunts. Minor and small on the island around ISta, tille we managed to get some land on the mainland closer to Keroon." she explained. "We got lots of land for cheap and raised runners for a long time. Fael's hold is the place closer to Keroon." she grinned.
"So we branched out." she glanced at him. "Songs and stories, and yes hte Holders have become... decadent. I am the youngest daughter of a minor-holder, and I went to the big Spring gathers at Ista Hold..., I was the least best dress of the girls, but it didn't feel that way." she began. "You don't think it's simple, neither do I. But..." she fellsilent. "What if it comes back? The silver rain I mean.. what it kills all the plants and runners and... isn't that worse?"
"So we branched out." she glanced at him. "Songs and stories, and yes hte Holders have become... decadent. I am the youngest daughter of a minor-holder, and I went to the big Spring gathers at Ista Hold..., I was the least best dress of the girls, but it didn't feel that way." she began. "You don't think it's simple, neither do I. But..." she fellsilent. "What if it comes back? The silver rain I mean.. what it kills all the plants and runners and... isn't that worse?"