Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.

“No small thing, a bee's stingWhen it enters the heartNot so benign, the growing…”

“Ah, now, don't cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they …”

“Geric," she called.He turned back around."What kind of flowers were they?""I do…”

“Finn leaped from his horse to greet Enna, and she entwined herself into him, th…”