01-11-2011, 11:14 PM
Where had he learned to draw? "My mother taught me, bless her soul. She was the only one who really supported my learning the arts. She persuaded my father to split his time with me so that she could teach me how to read, write, and draw..." Davyn smiled slightly, glad his memories were starting to come back. They meant so much to him, and even temporarily losing them had made Davyn feel helpless, and ashamed that he could not recall his past.
"Milady, if I might ask, how did you come to the Valley? Who was here when you came here, when you left for that short time..." Davyn raised his eyes to meet hers. "I want to learn so much about this place that I have come to, and I wonder if you, fair lady, would be able to help me out?"
"Milady, if I might ask, how did you come to the Valley? Who was here when you came here, when you left for that short time..." Davyn raised his eyes to meet hers. "I want to learn so much about this place that I have come to, and I wonder if you, fair lady, would be able to help me out?"