Author's Note: Yes, I know, I know. I imagine this is not what you were expecting. Not only did I fail to post yesterday (as promised) I promised more plot, and a longer chapter. Neither of which this is. I'm sorry. I am trying to get back in the habit of writing, and it turns out that dialogue is ridiculously tricky to write. Good news, I have already written what I plan to post tomorrow, so it should actually get posted, and it is much longer. See you then!
She was standing there outside of the door, wondering how exactly Brolian was planning on sewing an entire dress by evening, when Grenarin peeked around the corner.
"Ah, hello Lady Snow." He looked somewhat embarrassed.
"Hello Grenarin." Snow smiled at him.
He stepped fully out from behind the wall. "I would like to apologize for the manner in which I behaved earlier this morning. It was brought on by my surprise, and will not happen again."
Snow noticed that he despite the stiff and formal words and posture, he still appeared slightly flushed. She said, "There was no harm done. I could have handled it had I not been so surprised myself."
Grenarin looked shocked at this reply. "Really?"
"Yes. No need to look so surprised."
Now Grenarin did flush, deeply. "Well, I mean, it's just, well, most people just tell me to leave them alone and keep my thoughts to myself."
"How silly of them. I, for one am looking forward to finding out more about myself." Snow replied smoothly, masking her surprise in the unsolicited personal information.
However, it seemed to be the right thing to say, as before she had even finished speaking Grenarin seemed to inflate with energy, enthusiasm and a great deal of good cheer. "Well I am excited too!" He announced, "Come! Shall we get started?"
And then, without waiting for her to answer, he all but bounced down the hall. Snow followed quickly, amused at the sudden extreme change in his manner. She had the feeling that he would not spend another moment as the stiff and worried creature that had creeped around the corner just moments before. She was forced to admit she was quite looking forward to working with this cheerful fae.
They ended up in the garden, by the very same spring that Snow had fallen asleep beside just last night. It was well shaded at this time, and it seemed natural to sit on the soft grass.
Grenarin leaned forward earnestly. "Now, I know you have just told Navormal this, but it is very important to understand where we are starting from, as far as what we know, so would you please tell me how you came to be under this curse?"