The Wolflord's gaze remains distant for another minute (indeed, almost to the second) before he comes back to himself, winter-grey eyes sharp and very clear.
A moment after that he lets go of River's wrist.
The shields he'd held so tightly during Milliways' last hours are relaxed; to do otherwise would be to invite trouble and curiosity, above and beyond what has already been instigated by their strange and precipitate arrival.
He can hear the voices of the wood, the deiena chattering across their trees, the andain cautiously testing the waters before approaching -- and other, darker things.
It is fortunate (and no accident) that they are in the outskirts of Pendaran, and not anywhere near its heart.
"This is Fionavar, first and fairest of all the Weaver's worlds. I would say 'welcome', but long experience tells me we are best served making our way further out. Our arrival was less . . . kind, as it were, than it might have been, and the wood of Pendaran has no love for violent trespassers."
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Date: 2012-02-27 04:40 pm (UTC)A moment after that he lets go of River's wrist.
The shields he'd held so tightly during Milliways' last hours are relaxed; to do otherwise would be to invite trouble and curiosity, above and beyond what has already been instigated by their strange and precipitate arrival.
He can hear the voices of the wood, the deiena chattering across their trees, the andain cautiously testing the waters before approaching -- and other, darker things.
It is fortunate (and no accident) that they are in the outskirts of Pendaran, and not anywhere near its heart.
"This is Fionavar, first and fairest of all the Weaver's worlds. I would say 'welcome', but long experience tells me we are best served making our way further out. Our arrival was less . . . kind, as it were, than it might have been, and the wood of Pendaran has no love for violent trespassers."