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In spite of the inhospitable weather in this odd little world, Sandry has been very keen to explore outside at Milliways. So she'd worn the warmest clothes she'd had at hand (which, given that it's summer in Emelan, aren't all that warm) and a thin cloak that she'd located in Dicipline Cottage's storage room, and struck out towards the lake to see what there was to see.

She'd made it about fifteen minutes before she'd retreated back into the bar.

Sandry, for the record, is not fond of cold weather.

Now she's standing near the hearth, hands tucked underneath her arms, hopping up and down slightly, hoping that her fingers will thaw out well enough to be able to spin thread again someday.

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"No," he says, sharply, "I worship no gods."

Then, gentler, "But some in Fionavar do worship her. And she is better than most--I have reason to be thankful to her."

Sandry draws back ever so slightly at his sharp tone and gives him a quizzical look.

But people's relationships--or no--with their gods is a very personal thing, so Sandry decides to try to turn to a safer topic.

"Where will you fly in your ship once it's finished?"

"Sorry," he says, quietly embarassed. "Ah--we plan to go exploring, mostly. Not with our first ship, it's too small, and mostly just to make sure we know what we are doing."

"It sounds exciting."

"I've never flown on a ship, of course. But I've always like sailing on them. They're so busy with all the people on board, but then you look out on the sea and it's quiet and peaceful."

Said the child with the strong stomach and sturdy sea-legs. Her mother hadn't been half so fond of ocean travel.

"I've never sailed," he says, with a quiet smile, "but the sea is beautiful, and flying--"

Finn shrugs, self-conciously.

"You don't want to come down."

"My parents liked to travel," Sandry explains. "I spent a lot of time on board ships. And in carriages. And on horseback."

But no flying.

"You've flown before then?"

"Yes," he says, "were your parents merchants, or?"

"Nobles," Sandry replies.

"But they never cared for staying in once place very long. They liked to see new things, meet new people. I think we traveled over half the world when I was growing up."

"Well, probably not half," she adds with a smile. "But we traveled a great deal."

He smiles back.

"You must have enjoyed that."

"I did," Sandry says wistfully.

Not so much the traveling--though she had enjoyed seeing new things and meeting new people too.

But it was the company of her mother and father that she had enjoyed most of all.

"But I find I like staying in once place now too."

"Are you at a school now?"

Sandry nods.

"At a place called Winding Circle Temple. I've been there since early spring."

He smiles at her. "Long enough, then, if it is winter where you are now. You're training to be a priestess, or...?"

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