Once I'd heard his voice I couldn't stop hearing the Angel, and he
didn't seem inclined to stay quiet and let Fiona do the talking. His
voice was quiet, feint even, for me but I got the impression it was
much louder for her. “Should you tell them about this,”
or “Don't forget to mention that,” hundreds of ideas
flooding into the air. I couldn't keep track of what it was saying,
it was like an excited child listing all the sweets in a sweet shop.
Fiona was doing a marvellous job of just talking over the top of it
all. Occasionally she'd lose track of what she was saying, having to
stop and back track or snapping at the Angel for silence, but slowly
she managed to lay out his suggestions for future cooperation between
the Forest and the Weave.
