True, his kind are bloody-minded. How much does he really know of hers? "No, boy, your time is not yet come. But." Her gaze shifts to the side, where surely there is not a bird sitting and preening while he pretends not to listen. "A season for all things, and everything in its time."
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True, his kind are bloody-minded. How much does he really know of hers? "No, boy, your time is not yet come. But." Her gaze shifts to the side, where surely there is not a bird sitting and preening while he pretends not to listen. "A season for all things, and everything in its time."