LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr grinned at the youths exuberance and nodded. "Aye, I speak two tongues." It was a skill he was grateful he'd learned or he'd have an interesting time trying to communicate with the natives of this land. He could only imagine the trouble his mother had had. The boy agreed to be healed and Lynd nodded but before he could go and gather up his herbs the boy had a question for him. Apparently the boy knew another Finnvi? He listening as Ash spoke before blurting out in recognition. "Katja? Katja Finnvi? She is my aunt!" He let out a laugh. "Ah, it is a small world indeed. How do you know her? Well come along with me, you can tell me along the way, I have some herbs back at my den we can get you patched up and sent home." Lyndvarr turned and trotted in the direction of his den taking mental note of Ash's injuries.
