[open] who caught and sang the sun in flight

[Herrin]

------H E R R I N in short:-------------------------------------------------- all good things are wild and free Herrin has always been at the edge of society, his life unbothered by the happenings of distant lands. He likes the stories, especially the ones with fighting, but he has always lacked the dedication required of a soldier. He prefers the solitude of his woods and his creek, the laziness of each day and the way every hour is his own. Every hour but this one, it seems, for the glowing girl still does not catch on and depart. His frown grows darker still at her succinct answer. She is here because no one comes here? That’s not really an answer and he’s about to tell her so when she continues. What makes this his creek? Herrin glances back at the shallow water that winds through the red forest. Farther upstream, where it doubles back, is the copse where he usually rests, and downstream where it flow toward the Loessian lakes are where the best grazing is. It’s his because it is a good creek and there is no one else to claim it. But why does she, Sylva’s princess, want to know? Is she going to try and take it away? Are her parents? Herrin’s suspicious nature has him looking back at Lillibet, who at closer inspection does not look especially threatening. He is no warrior, but Herrin is not defenseless, and feels mostly confident when he tells her: “Because I decided it was mine. You can’t have it, even though you’re the Princess. It’s mine.” @Lillibet