"we aren’t worried about you causing harm to us." amusement laces its way into her voice, the beginning of her laughter is a melody cut short as she contemplates how to explain their measures without giving away too much. "but this land is… special. nowhere else is protected quite like it. the high lord takes that very seriously. especially now."
it’s clear the future queen is going stir crazy. the house of wind is a magical place but she can’t help but feel she’d lose her mind if she were taken prisoner here, no matter how pampered. gwyn raises her palm as if to present it to a higher being – a quiet apology in case it somehow heard her thoughts. but there’s no sign of offence, no crumbling walls or surges of fire, as she turns her attention back to the blonde.
"you fell out of the sky, very little you say can sound crazy to me." her features are bright and open, ready to receive anything the other may offer, but at the mention of the book tugs her lips into a frown. "it sounds like a horror story, but no, it doesn't ring any bells." that’s not to say it doesn’t exist; that she hasn’t passed it every day without ever noticing it.
passed it every day without ever noticing it…
"i have an idea." gwyn begins, the brightness returning to her face. "i don’t suppose you can winnow? it would make my plan a lot easier if you can." the ability runs rampant in powerful bloodlines, something the land long ago set aside for high lords and their kin, but perhaps a shape shifting princess would also be capable. "house, do you still have a spare pair of my robes?" with that a drawer opens up, revealing pale blue fabric. gwyn offers a grateful smile before plucking the hooded cloak out and holding it up for aelin. "it looks like we’re the same size. how would you like to be a priestess for the day?"