Shadowwyn Moor teach us things about our own tongue

"i'm merrick," he answered. it was strange; he could not remember the last time he had introduced himself to anyone. even in the case of gannet, terance had made those for him. "why are you out here?" the boy inquired, ever direct. it was cold, and he was closer to his home than she was to her own. what had made her wander? intrigued, merrick watched aerasha carefully, awaiting her response.