He’d never seen a living Opaleye himself, just the skin of one – but he knew they were beautiful just from that, pearly and iridescent. He fought the temptation to open up his the bag of wool he was carrying and pick a skein to match.
“S’all I know about Australia,” Howell replied with a shrug, when she wanted a reason. He didn’t bother explaining hwy he knew about Australian dragons; why should she care about that? But she had wanted to know something, so – relenting – he added, gruffly: “It’s on the High Street, and at markets. Honeyduke’s.” He nodded, as if to bid her good day.
“S’all I know about Australia,” Howell replied with a shrug, when she wanted a reason. He didn’t bother explaining hwy he knew about Australian dragons; why should she care about that? But she had wanted to know something, so – relenting – he added, gruffly: “It’s on the High Street, and at markets. Honeyduke’s.” He nodded, as if to bid her good day.
