Across the Green Grass Fields

Such is the dichotomy of forests. Even the smallest remembers what it was to cover nations, and the shadows they contain will whisper the knowledge to anyone who listens.

She still didn't believe in destiny. Clay shaped into a cup was not always destined to become a drinking vessel; it was simply shaped by someone too large to be resisted.

We have always held the land above the one who rules it.

The adults all agreed, without a word exchanged, that if Regan’s act of human heroism was to give comfort and friendship to one lonely centaur girl, they would consider her efforts to have been well spent.

They thought children, especially girl children, were all sugar and lace, and that when those children fought, they would do so cleanly and in the open, where adult observers could intervene.

If your friends would stop wanting you around because you’re not exactly like them, they’re not very good friends,

Regan had known from the beginning that Laurel's love was conditional. It came with so many strings that it was easy to get tangled inside it, unable to even consider trying to break free. Laurel's love was a safe, if rigid, cocoon.

There’s nothing wrong with being limited, as long as you have people around to make sure those limitations don’t get you hurt. Or drenched.

I can be beautiful and limited at the same time.

anyone who answered a friend’s honesty with horror and rejection had never been a friend in the first place.

Regan thought it must be nice, to believe children were innocent angels incapable of intrigue or cruelty.

Clay shaped into a cup was not always destined to become a drinking vessel; it was simply shaped by someone too large to be resisted. She was not clay, but she had been shaped by her circumstances all the same, not directed by any destiny

Destiny wasn't real. Destiny was for people like Laurel, who could pin everything they had to an idea that the world was supposed to work in in a certain way, and refuse to let it change

We're all people here. We all get to have the same chance to save the world.

Having thumbs is sort of like having a magical sword no one can take away from you. It’s destiny!

or this is a dream, and you have the chance to dream about meeting Her Sunlit Majesty. Either way, telling me I don’t exist doesn’t seem like a very good way to move forward. You want to take a deep breath and try again?

I can be beautiful and limited at the same time...There's nothing wrong with being limited, as long as you have people around to make sure those limitations don't get you hurt