Sounds good!
Oram shook his head when Elisabeth mentioned leaving storytelling to others. ”We all have stories,” he said, ”and no one can tell your story better than you can -at least not until after you’ve told people yourself at least once.” People worried too much that their stories were boring. Sometimes, they *were* boring. But that was no reason to be embarrassed, nor was not being a riveting speaker. Oram wasn’t a gregarious type, and he didn’t like talking to crowds, yet the sheer terror some people had of speaking was something he didn’t understand. Sometimes you just weren’t that good at something. What of it? You did it, anyway.
The hunter appreciated what the woman had to say about leadership, and how being in a leadership role had changed her life. For whatever reason, he had found himself in a similar situation. Had it changed him, too? He didn’t think so. He felt the same. He had different concerns, of course, but that was a practical matter. Was he a different person, though? He had never asked Osric nor anybody else who had known him long about that. Maybe some trial he would.
When she got to the point about wanting to tell Darius herself about her idea, Oram nodded. Wanting to do her own talking was an attitude he understood, as well. When she mentioned that he was welcome to stay the night in Haven, the traveler looked instinctively up at the sky. It was well into the afternoon; shadows were long. If he were to set out now, he would not get far before he needed to set up camp. It seemed a waste.
”Actually, thank you, I would appreciate that,” he answered. ”It’s a goodly walk to Hopetoun, and I’d rather set out fresh in the morning. If that’s not too much trouble for you and your settlers.”
