storytime

It's the sort of fall day that reserves itself to reading outside, so that's what Bahorel's doing, legs propped so high on a tree trunk that he's nearly standing on his head, book resting on a fallen branch he'll probably take for firewood later. At the moment the book he's chosen has him grinning broadly, if not quite actually laughing.

...And now he's laughing. "Oh yes, horror, not Arétin!"