Green is Growing

The bluecloak from Dawnharbour walked through the forest. The closeness of the people made her feel homesick rather than at home. She sat with the builder on the outskirts of the glade. She wasn't afraid of heights but their homes up in the trees were dangerous for anyone other than one of the Svartalfar.

"I can build you a cabin," he said. "We can build anything men can, the principles are the same. It is easier to build on the ground because there is a ready foundation."

"Benzhi plans the docks near the sea. I would like my cabin there," she said.

"That far?" Inchel said.

"It will save an extra building. He wanted a place there for the fisherfolk if they ever had to shelter."

"So big enough for how many?"

"Four in an emergency and a supply room."

"Fireplace?" he asked.

"Does it get cold?"