Re: At the Picnic Table
“It's all right – really, it is. I suppose I am just not quite ready to speak of it yet, that is all,” Alcuin frowned at his hands. He had been taught better than to be so open with someone he knew so little about, but his past still smarted like an open wound and the pain made it increasingly difficult to separate himself from it. He wondered if his master – his former master, he had to remind himself – would have been disappointed in him for that. All that hard work and training for nothing...
Say... does the carpet match the drapes?
“Pardon me?” Alcuin blinked owlishly at the sudden change of topic.