[ So Owen isn't going to let it go. Hm. Fandaniel narrows his eyes at Owen, reconsidering his option to strike out, or maybe even throw the man from the island. They are, after all, very near to the edge.
But it isn't as though he had to save him. Why had he done it? So he could poke fun at whatever had left Fandaniel into such a manic chase or...? ]
My little sister.
[ He decides, fine, he'll relent. He answers the question but not without a grimace and a step back, putting a little more space between himself and Owen. ]
The wind sounds like her, like when we used to play hide-and-seek out in the fields.
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But it isn't as though he had to save him. Why had he done it? So he could poke fun at whatever had left Fandaniel into such a manic chase or...? ]
My little sister.
[ He decides, fine, he'll relent. He answers the question but not without a grimace and a step back, putting a little more space between himself and Owen. ]
The wind sounds like her, like when we used to play hide-and-seek out in the fields.