Moonspear You are my summer

He obliged Wildfire's silent questions, beginning with his given name. She wondered how he'd come up with it, if it didn't have any particular meaning. She imagined he had just woken up one morning and decided, I think I'll go by Tevinter. Her lip twitched at the thought, then she focused on his next few words. She had learned a little about Norse words and traditions from Floki, though nothing too in depth. This wasn't what most intrigued her, though. Tevinter mentioned that a name had come to him in a dream, of all things.

"Those sound like some really interesting dreams. When I dream, it's usually about dumb stuff and I can barely remember most of them," the young she-wolf admitted. "Do you usually dream in great detail? Often?" she pressed, genuinely very intrigued by this turn of the conversation. Perhaps it was too personal, prodding at Tevinter's subconscious like this, but she trusted he would steer the conversation elsewhere if he wasn't comfortable answering.