Cedar Sweep i'll follow the sounds of wings

Anatha. It seemed a simple name, but unusual enough he thought it exotic to a degree. It was the type of name easy enough to roll the length of his tongue and surprisingly natural. It did not have the harshness or weight of others. It was light, the accompaniment to the moniker he had given her. How fitting, he thought.

"Dirge," he told her His own name had a meaning he did not know, but the roughness was not lost on him. He always offered it in a way that tried to cast light on it. There was little he could do to change it, and truth be told he wasn't keen on adopting a different name. The thought had simply not occured to him.

"How long have been wandering on your own?"

And the two talked for a bit more before parting.