"What's it like there? I heard it's underground. I've never lived underground."

She laughs. "You likely won't feel underground there - the halls are carved to look like a stone forest, and lit by soft glowing lamps..."

"Oooh."

She can spend a good long while painting a picture with her words for Danallin, of the gemstone murals and the birds who flit about, of the little hidden glades where sunlight can filter in...

Yep, good distraction.

And a good way to pass the long journey. (They pass through the Girdle without any issue, and the forest beyond it feels... Fresher, almost. Not younger, but eternal, unbowed by the weight of years.)

Feels like the sort of forest one should frolic in, really.

An interesting proposal. 

Is Ennil a frolicker?

She hasn't been before. 

That's a pity. Frolicking might suit her.

If Danallin says so, it must be true.

Her faith is touching.

She's a good judge of character. 

Must be a useful talent in her border guard-type activities.

Very much so. 

Not so much for frolicking, though, except maybe in choice of frolic partner.

Choice of partner seems an essential part. 

One can get pretty far on their own, actually.

Though Ennil has never been particularly tempted alone.

Well, now that Danallin's planted the seed, maybe that will change.

Or perhaps she'll pine for Danallin to join her.

All she has to do is ask.

Then show her how to frollick. (It's more a command than a request.)

Well, okay...

First you gotta get loose, shake things out and make sure you're all flexible. Then breathe in the natural beauty, hold it, and let it out as a little tune (you can hum or sing or whistle as you prefer). Follow the song with light steps, skip through the brush, do a little twirl when you see a pretty flower, swing from a sturdy branch...