Barrow Fields i hunt my wild god

He could make an effort, perhaps, to pick up more of their language. He is already bilingual, after all. But something about the harsh sounding syllables do not fit correctly in his mouth (it is kind that no one has called to attention the distinctly french bent of his trig), and heda has not asked it of him and so. He does not worry. Helix, she introduces herself. He nods, easily falling into step with her as he looks for the missing petit.

"You come from the other branches," he guesses, a mild flicker of curiosity in his voice. "Do you know Ajatar?" It is a stab in the dark -- he has not seen Ajatar's return yet, though he would like to see the austere woman again. They had been something like friends, Étoille thinks (and she is, as we know, exactly his type.)