Elin isn't the sort to get speechless. In fact she's usually got far too much to say, lasting well into the period of time where she should have long since shut her mouth. If she hasn't changed by now, she doubts she ever will. Strange then, that for once, she finds herself quietened.
She's used to being a warning, for her story being a tale to tell children to keep them in line. It did, of course, and she can understand why. She never expected it to have the opposite effect.
Nobody knows the full story, of course. They think she died and that's that. She did, of course, that much is true, but there's so much more since then. Her life was only a prologue to what came next.
"You're very sweet Noah, you know that? Grumpy, but sweet. So you did that then did you? Went on an adventure? And let me guess, got yourself into a bit of trouble did you?"
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She's used to being a warning, for her story being a tale to tell children to keep them in line. It did, of course, and she can understand why. She never expected it to have the opposite effect.
Nobody knows the full story, of course. They think she died and that's that. She did, of course, that much is true, but there's so much more since then. Her life was only a prologue to what came next.
"You're very sweet Noah, you know that? Grumpy, but sweet. So you did that then did you? Went on an adventure? And let me guess, got yourself into a bit of trouble did you?"