[Even beneath her added weight, his footsteps fall softly and nimbly upon the grass, making no more sound than a gentle rain which caresses the land rather than pound it beneath a deluge. This art he has mastered while flitting through the rows of trees which enclose Mount Pelion in a verdant haze, among the rocks and streams which carve its shape.
Achilles too tries to turn his focus to the task at hand, rather than allowing his thoughts to wander along with this girl so strange and lovely. There may come a time for such daydreaming later. As they near the gleaming white creature, he lowers his head to show his reverence, and then he can rely on only the slope of the earth to determine his course.]
Be my eyes then, for I do not wish that the creature take my gaze for a challenge. Has it moved from where is stands?
[These words he whispers to Sieglinde, no louder than the wind which rustles the grass over the meadow.]
no subject
Achilles too tries to turn his focus to the task at hand, rather than allowing his thoughts to wander along with this girl so strange and lovely. There may come a time for such daydreaming later. As they near the gleaming white creature, he lowers his head to show his reverence, and then he can rely on only the slope of the earth to determine his course.]
Be my eyes then, for I do not wish that the creature take my gaze for a challenge. Has it moved from where is stands?
[These words he whispers to Sieglinde, no louder than the wind which rustles the grass over the meadow.]