[ she lets him lead the way, hand in hand, her eyes wandering across the rolling fields as kaz chooses their path. they seem to be wandering toward the lake, as promised, though her eyes are drawn to where kaz gestures.
she tries to imagine what kaz's father looked like -- tall, surely, given kaz's own stature. jordie was likely tall, too, though kaz hasn't ever described him. or his mother... kaz hasn't mentioned her since arriving. she knows that his mother died when he was young, so he may not remember at all. his father, though, kaz seems to have a clear memory of.
she tucks that observation away, instead saying: ]
My favorite type of tea. [ mint, that is, though it is an unruly weed, at best. mint, jasmine, with sweet honey. the perfect refreshing drink while trekking across ravka. ] He must have had his hands full, between the mint and two boys.
[ inej squeezes his fingers, in reassurance; kaz doesn't need to tread down that path of memory just yet. ]
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Date: 2024-10-26 12:58 am (UTC)she tries to imagine what kaz's father looked like -- tall, surely, given kaz's own stature. jordie was likely tall, too, though kaz hasn't ever described him. or his mother... kaz hasn't mentioned her since arriving. she knows that his mother died when he was young, so he may not remember at all. his father, though, kaz seems to have a clear memory of.
she tucks that observation away, instead saying: ]
My favorite type of tea. [ mint, that is, though it is an unruly weed, at best. mint, jasmine, with sweet honey. the perfect refreshing drink while trekking across ravka. ] He must have had his hands full, between the mint and two boys.
[ inej squeezes his fingers, in reassurance; kaz doesn't need to tread down that path of memory just yet. ]
Did you ever plant food? Aside from herbs.