There's a moment where he must study the boy through the eye slit of the heavy Carbauschian cowl, a glimmer of something like derision for all the running and energy and sweating that must be happening, but it's a split second and nothing more. It hardly interrupts Lyr's stride.]
Hardly. Not here anyway. [Keeping his eyes peeled in the sprawling orchard isn't really why he's here.] You'll make your robes stink if you keep at that for very long.
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There's a moment where he must study the boy through the eye slit of the heavy Carbauschian cowl, a glimmer of something like derision for all the running and energy and sweating that must be happening, but it's a split second and nothing more. It hardly interrupts Lyr's stride.]
Hardly. Not here anyway. [Keeping his eyes peeled in the sprawling orchard isn't really why he's here.] You'll make your robes stink if you keep at that for very long.