Stone Circle sing to me all the song of the stars

His name meant very little, in the placing of things - she couldn’t recall having exchanged that information at all. It had seemed so trivial at the time. But now, that small trivia became the least trivial thing, and she found her thoughts repeating the mantle he gave her in an effort to remember. His smile reflected on her lips.

Larus Sveijarn.

“Nanook Apaata.” She gave in return. And her words, for once, stopped there unwillingly. For once, she found she wanted to say something more. She wanted to ask why he had forgotten himself, how he had remembered, who he had been, but any bluntness she normally carried fell to a strange twinge of nerves that whispered maybe, well, maybe that wasn't the right thing to say.

But blast the stars, she had to say something. Surely, their conversation would end there if she didn't, and the thought seared a heat between her shoulder blades that trickled up to nip at her ears. She settled on the first thing that came to mind. "So why are you here?" No, no, that wasn't right - "I mean, where did you go after we met?" The words felt clumsy, probably wrong. It had been at least a year, and surely he hadn't been here the whole time - she would have seen him before. Larus was new, and she settled her attention on him, for in the moment, his story became of greater interest to her than the songs of sky.