[Ethlyn shakes her head, her voice hollow. She will press him on his injuries in a moment, but the vision has her again for the moment, too terrible not to think about.]
All Jugdral is a battlefield.
[That was how she had left it. And clearly, that is how it remained, through her son's childhood and her daughter's. The vision of Leif is still there, fifteen in body, but far, far older in his soul--one look at his eyes makes that clear.]
My children... [She passes a hand over her eyes.] The son and daughter I told you of. This is how they grew up.
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All Jugdral is a battlefield.
[That was how she had left it. And clearly, that is how it remained, through her son's childhood and her daughter's. The vision of Leif is still there, fifteen in body, but far, far older in his soul--one look at his eyes makes that clear.]
My children... [She passes a hand over her eyes.] The son and daughter I told you of. This is how they grew up.