flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
It was strange for her to even remotely consider the company of a stranger like this, but loneliness was a terrible thing, driving one to do things that they just normally would not do, such as now. A silent nod of agreement was given. She hadn’t thought of it like that before, that the ghosts of the mountain sounded like the wind, but it made sense. It was definitely something to absolutely consider, though, and something she would quite likely give some more in depth thought to once she was entirely alone again because that was inevitable.
A slight shudder ran down Aguta’s spine at the thought of actually seeing the ghosts of the mountain. Granted, she sometimes saw Sos but, in her opinion, that was something entirely different, but was it really all that different? “Aguta Tartok,” she gave her name in return. When she had first abandoned her family name given to her by birth, it had been a little weird and she would occasionally forget, using her Kesuk name. But over the prior two years, it was no longer something she accidentally reverted to. Tartok was her name. Tartok was what she was, through and through. There was no doubt about that in her mind at all.
She continued to climb the side of the mountain by Muirrin’s side. “What guidance do you seek from the ghosts of this mountain?” she inquired, wondering if that was a question that was too bold or not.