Shimmering Sands up with the sun, gone with the wind

one of the things he loved and yet hated most about himself was his memory for names. faces, too, but names especially. ostrega echoed 'round his skull, and chaiyya's pretty dark face lurked in the corner of his vision, bright eyes cold and questioning. why'd you leave? he could hear her now.

well, i hope you find her, silas ostrega. ah, any relation to alya? govinda asked, his mouth dry. luckily for him, the ostrega family was vast--but he didn't know that. her family lived--lives?--at moonspear. oh, god, what if he was related and he told her about seeing him?

what if she came to find him?

panic rose hot and fast in his chest, and he tried with all his might to keep his face blank and calm.