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“Well, yes, I suppose so,” answered Léof, slightly unsure of how to answer this comment. “I guess you could say that I’ve never really wanted to do anything else.”
This appeared to impress Javan very much, but Léof thought, It had its price. Everything has its price. He had neither the will nor the heart to explain this to Javan, however. Why should he? Javan would become a man soon enough and find out such things for himself. Léof thought of his own sister, just about Javan’s age, and how much sooner she had had to grow up. What was she doing now? Was she well? He had heard naught of her in over two months now, despite the second letter he had sent three weeks ago. He wished he might see her now as young-seeming and unfettered as Javan appeared to him.
“You seem a fair hand with horses, yourself,” Léof commented. He had noticed Javan's curious gaze wandering around the stable. "If you'd like, I can show you around once we're done with these two."
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