"You might be bored by it" She smiles though as they go to the river "it's a thrush, but I couldnn't place the species exactly. Magnus swears its the sort that helps hobbits help archers kill dragons, which as an Ailil I thought was rude, but he did bring me low did he not?" A happy sigh , rare escape of her softer adoration for her husband "Our house colors merge... brazen red jacket on it, but the vest silver with fine sable marks there, and about the eyes, like a little mask. Truth? Quite the chatter box "