"Butterflies," he mentions, nodding. "I've seen a couple where I'm from, but they aren't commonplace. You'll have to take me and show me sometime; I actually enjoy gazing at nature. My friend--" Was that an acceptable word to use for the apostate? "--Morrigan is from a set of woods where nature runs wild called the Korcari Wilds. It's quite lovely, if you can get past the darker parts of it."

He whistled quietly, trying to mimic what the younger had just done, brow furrowing. He had been in the Chantry choir as a boy, but it wasn't much to be proud of. Sung Soprano, then when he grew older, he swapped to Tenor-- either way, whistling was never his strong suit.

"Was that right? Or am I just completely off of the mark?"