Ewart’s eyebrows rose at the question, though it was an unexpected one. His mouth curved into a puzzled grin, trying to anticipate the story however it might tie in. For he did know what a Lethifold was, and had enough of a fondness for most creatures to know that the Lethifold was a rather dangerous magical beast. If one could call it a beast; its appearance was supposedly rather deceptive in that regard.
“That I have,” Ewart admitted, leaning forward in anticipation - and possibly a little in jealousy, if this mention was not a red herring to her adventures (marriage was an institution of sharing after all and, in his opinion, really ought to include near-death adventures!) - “The Living Shroud, don’t they call it? But I don’t suppose you’ve been trekking around the tropics without telling me, have you?” His tone was only teasing, of course; he was sure he would have noticed if she had taken off on a spontaneous holiday. And she might’ve, if she liked - never let it be said the Frasers did not live freely.
“That I have,” Ewart admitted, leaning forward in anticipation - and possibly a little in jealousy, if this mention was not a red herring to her adventures (marriage was an institution of sharing after all and, in his opinion, really ought to include near-death adventures!) - “The Living Shroud, don’t they call it? But I don’t suppose you’ve been trekking around the tropics without telling me, have you?” His tone was only teasing, of course; he was sure he would have noticed if she had taken off on a spontaneous holiday. And she might’ve, if she liked - never let it be said the Frasers did not live freely.
