Bonesplinter Ravine who thought she was a nightingale

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He waited a moment before answering, leaving Eleuthera in a ghostly limbo. She was silent, patient, as be began to list his monikers — titles, and the greycloud sprite could only guess and grasp at their meaning. She almost suggested a new title, perhaps after this place — Bonesplinter - but when she learned that his name was Scarab, she felt compelled to offer her own.

“Eleuthera…” she greeted, unfurling from her protective, energetic curling in on herself. However, her name alone sounded so simple, so singular, so she added “Shakti-Singing-Sunlight” after a beat or two. It was only her surname, but it would have to do, for now. Maybe later she might come across her own impressive-sounding name, but as far as Eleuthera knew, the were reserved for wolves who had truly earned them. Wolves of excellence, even if the thing they were excellent in was death and dying.

It was at this point that Leu started to perk up a small amount. She was a suffering thing, yes, but she was suddenly eager to rid herself of this limelight and melt into the intricacies of this man who stood across from her. “The dead don’t speak, even to you, Deathreaver?” she questioned demurely, as if it were a forbidden question. A secret.“Then why be in such a place?”