He would never argue when someone had pointed out something obvious, like his magic. He could be in furiating, and difficult, and independent, but he was also a realist. Remembering her friend Briar at Pasco’s age, Sandry wondered if he’d been as deliberately ignorant as Pasco was this afternoon. Silk thread would have been harder to control, since the caterpillars that spun silk worked only for themselves. This thread came from sheep, who were docile enough if you kept after them. She was thinking, Thread minds mewhy can’t Pasco? That wasn’t entirely fair, and she knew it. “You did that very nicely, and I’m sorry I frightened you before.” Now they arranged themselves in a polite coil, as if they wanted to show Sandry they could behave. When Sandry checked the heap of thread-bits, she saw they had woven themselves into one strand. Lark was pleas ant, but she also didn’t believe in compliments unless they were earned. Hearing that from Lark meant a great deal to her. Sandry looked down, blushing with pleasure. It was very easy to be patient with you, and an absolute joy to teach you.” “I only hope I’m as good as you one day,” Sandry re marked softly.
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