Bearclaw Valley verbena

Ico felt humbled at Merrick's breathless reception of his words, and the ivory boy blinked away bashfully — now looking upon a craggy hillside he'd never seen before. It was funny — when speaking to someone like Merrick, the rest of the world paled, and Ico oft forgot he was walking through anything at all.

The distraction of his company redoubled at Merrick's next words. Ico meant a very figurative mortality, through tales and histories; and a spiritual immortality where such things were possible. Ico knew Merrick knew that... but the older lad took it to another level, a concept that hit Ico with mild alarm. He wished he could reply with something wise, but all he could do was seek clarification; immortality through flesh? What do you mean?