[Her brows rose ever so slightly at that. Surprised.]

[Midii knew what it was like to be amongst the poorest of the poor. She also knew that the spoken word was one of the few things in life that was free. Stories were all some people had. The best way to pass long information. Teach lessons.]

That wasn't what it was like back home.

Everybody had stories. Not always the same ones, maybe, but...it was something that even the rich couldn't keep from us.