Blackfeather Woods song of susannah

He did not expect a response. He expected even less the sound she made and he whirled gracefully to look at her, cocking his head to the left and then to the right as his cupped ears tried to decipher some language in the tone. There was none that he could tell but he thought it was a nice sound — he would have likened it to singing if he knew what singing was.

"I guess you can just do that," he said, pivoting to resume their travel down the tunnel. "Whatever that is." Several steps later, the boy thought to tell her who he was, looking over his shoulder as he introduced himself.

"I'm Euron."