“Were you born here? Do you have any family? Why did you choose to become a knight? How long have you been a knight?” Summer rattles off a few questions, laughing a little, then blushes slightly and looks down. “I’m sorry. I love to learn about people. I’ll — you can ask me anything, now.”
“I was born in the White Mountains, my family are all dead,” he tells her solemnly. “I had no intentions of becoming a knight; it just happened but I’ve been one for three months. Alright, your turn.”
“I was born south of here, far south where the cliffs rise white out of the sea. I have a sister, a twin by birth but not by looks. She’s married to a lord who shares our country. My father sent me here to gain some polish and perhaps find a husband myself, though I think we’ve all given up hope for that. Why did you not wish to become a knight?”