Moonspear You make wine from sour grapes

Maude's face twisted at the strange sounding name. Floki? She parroted, mispronouncing it. It was a mistake, but it tipped her off, wondering if this Floki was a relative or lookalike of Kjalarr. But then there was another foreign name, but she was certain they were talking about the same guy now. Even if the name was different.

She wondered why Kjalarr had two names, one for his family and one for the rest of the world. She wondered, her heart having been filled with bitterness over the past months, if he was lying about something. Half a year ago she would have laughed at herself for such a thought, but now? Her thoughts turned dark and vengeful, sour from the distance between them.

She didn't speak, knowing that the child, by default, had a tighter bond with the stranger. She simply looked to him expectantly, wondering what he would say.